"You guessed it, I'm the half-elf cub. ”

"It seems that you are impressed with me, but unfortunately there is no reward......"

With that, Loki held Jason's mask in his right hand and hit the black hand Borg in the neck and throat with a quick blow.

"Cough, cough ......" The trachea slammed hard, and the boss of the Bloody Hand Glory Society couldn't help but cough violently as if he was suffocating, and coughed out a key tied to a string in his mouth.

The half-elf mocked: "The thief's little trick, I didn't expect the Borg boss to keep it ......"

He took the small silver key, and put it in his pocket without hesitating the saliva that was retching on it.

Reluctantly gasping for breath, looking at the snatched key, the black hand Borg gritted his teeth again.

"Half-elf cub, damn bastard, don't think about what you get from me, I won't say......"

Loki nodded, and said with surprise: "I know that you gang leaders who are good at abducting and selling girls and children and exploiting beggars are a group of hard-mouthed guys, and Grote was the same back then. ”

"So, I'm mainly retaliating, and I'm not going to torture anything......"

The half-elf smiled a little hideously, broke the other's somewhat skeletally misaligned palm, and took the black hand Borg's poisonous dagger.

Black Hand Borg had a premonition, but he scolded even more resentfully, "Damn, damn it, half-elf mongrel......"

Loki has no mercy, and the skill movements that the high-level dagger specializes in, the short blade turns into a fast black shadow.

With a weak wail, the boss of the Bloody Hand Glory Society appeared on his body with countless short blade wounds like peeling, almost turning into a bloody man.

'Bang~Ah......'

Several members of the Bloody Hand Glory Society who were still alive wanted to escape through the windows of the three floors, but one of them accidentally fell down directly, letting out a scream.

"Almost......"

The dagger action in Loki's hand was changed to a thorn, piercing the belly of the black hand Borg at the same time, and then pulling it fiercely, throwing away the opponent's belly.

The intestines, spleen and stomach and other internal organs slipped to the ground with greasy blood......

The half-elf threw down the dagger, and left no (#3)(#3)(#phrasefix) of the pain as he fell to the ground, twitching and wailing as the bloody hand of the Glory Society bossed.

McCann grabbed the bulge of the wall with his hand, and as soon as he climbed to the window on the second floor, he felt a surprise in his heart, and it was important to escape, and then jumped straight down from this position.

There was a 'buzz' sound of whistling wind that pierced the air, and McCann fell to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his head, and then lost consciousness.

It turned out that the head of this gang member, which was also the position of the Heavenly Spirit Gai, was inlaid with a fierce metal short axe.

The weapons that the half-elves usually carry are heavy, and two Indian battle axes are standard, which can be used in hand-to-hand combat and throwing attacks.

He drew another Indian tomahawk and threw it with his arm, and in the green visual image, the short axe was thrown with a swirling shot.

With a low scream, another gang member turned into a corpse, dying from a 'throwing weapon' from behind.

After a while, this somewhat dark and dirty street finally quieted down.

It is also because the stronghold of the Bloody Hand Glory Society is on the outskirts of Fog Castle City, surrounded by mostly low-level civilians living in dilapidated low houses, and the city guards do not patrol frequently, and they do not find any changes here.

There was no shortage of daily accelerants in the colony, and Loki was spilling some liquor around the area while taking a closer look at the office with spatial stereoscopic vision.

Sure enough, in a hidden space on the wall, there were traces of a thief's trap, and there was a small lock hole, just enough to insert the small silver key.

With the twist of the key, a 'nail trap' popped out and closed, squeezing towards the half-elf's palm.

On the threads of the fine metal thorns, there is a little green ointment poison. But Loki didn't dodge, and his fist with the 'Demon Skin' glove destroyed the elaborate thief's trap in a few blows.

The key opened a hinge, which contained no gold or silver coins, but a Thieves' Guild badge, a small black velvet pouch, and several paper booklets.

Inside the black velvet band are a few gems that look good quality and can be exchanged for dozens of gold coins.

The booklet written in common characters, in addition to a notebook of "Thieves' Common Poisons", these experience and knowledge in quenching and refining poisons are still a good harvest.

The rest is a ledger of the Glory of the Bloody Hand, a book of contact merchants who record human trafficking, and a few books of connections to the Thieves' Guild or the City Hall in Fog Castle.

It's just that the Glory of the Bloody Hand has declined in recent years, presumably this record book and name should be useless, maybe it is the Black Hand Borg, a memorial left by this guy.

In line with the principle that waste is loss, these valuable loot are packed and taken away.

Then in the hallway on the third floor, and in the office room littered with corpses, Loki lit a fire, which had been cleared to cover some traces.

From the window on the third floor, the half-elf jumped out, and with a muffled sound of the ground, his legs fell to the ground steadily.

Near the ground, there were also several corpses scattered among members of the Bloody Hand Glory Society, and Loki retrieved the throwing weapon that belonged only to him, wiping the blood from the weapon.

Next to several corpses, Loki left a special mark, which belonged to the Blood Vials.

Let the nobles of the town hall and the infamous blood vials help dog-eat-dog. This vacated territory will presumably also cause a dispute between the 'Black Mist Guiss Society' and the 'Blood Bottle Gang'.

He told himself that he could only go so far......

Different from Senjin Town, Fog Castle City, a small human city, not only has a much larger population, but also has more complex forces and deeper waters.

In Fog Castle City, once as a beggar at the bottom, the half-elf understands the misery of these orphans, but even if he wants to absorb this orphan class and change some of the status quo, he still lacks the foundation and power.

The stationing of the 'Senjin Brotherhood' business group is a nail that is released, and it can also promote the establishment of the 'God of War Son Fitness Center' or other industrial forces in the future.

Walking in the dark streets, the half-elf wearing a metal mask shook his head self-deprecatingly, all this is expected to be an external strength, after all.

Strength, the power that truly belongs to itself......

Loki clenched his fists, he only relied on his own strength to kill most of the members of the Bloody Hand Glory Society, and this pleasure of revenge was based on his personal strength.

Two letters of approval from the archpriest of Silver Flame, stored in his breast pocket, not only restored the mutilated little finger of his left hand, but also received the 'improved potion' inherited by the Church.

This is the power that belongs to itself, the key to opening the road of bloodline, and the power of entering a powerful professional......

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