Chapter 692

Chapter 692: The Spell That Should Not Be Learned

“Of course,” Amy said. “Master Kel’Thuzad is not only a professor of Orcish, Jesse, but he’s also a powerful ice magic master. He often led large classes or gave lectures on ice magic. But I haven’t heard about any classes or speeches from him for a while.”

“He’s not in Dalaran anymore?” Jesse asked.

“He should still be there,” Amy replied. “A few days ago, I heard someone asked him a question, but I’m not sure about the details. He isn’t really my teacher.”

Jesse glanced at the pile of spellbooks crowded together, all the spell materials and short wands, then saw her tired look. He felt it was too much to ask her to track a Magus from Quel’Thalas. Not to mention it was all based on his own wild thoughts.

He looked at Vereesa. She seemed to understand him and felt the same way. After all they’d been through, Jesse could guess what Vereesa meant with just a glance.

“Our ship will leave soon, Amy. We need to go to the harbor now,” Jesse said as he stood up. “We won’t bother you anymore,” Vereesa added.

Amy shook her head. “You’re not bothering me at all. I’m really glad you came. Studying alone here is boring. But I know you didn’t just come to chat, right?”

Seeing Jesse hesitate, she went on, “Since you found me, just say it.” Jesse thought a moment and asked, “Do you know about Sympathy?”

“Of course,” Amy said. “When someone touches an object, they leave part of their magical aura on it. Each aura is different, and its strength depends on how often it’s used and how focused the person is. Using that, you can find out many… things we shouldn’t know.”

Talking about this, she suddenly sounded confident.

“I know about it, but I’m not allowed to learn this spell, Jesse. You didn’t ask me outright, so you must know tracking someone with Sympathy without permission is illegal. Learning it is strictly controlled in Dalaran. So it’s not that I won’t teach you, but I can’t.”

“It’s not that you can’t teach him, Amy. He’s such a fool, he couldn’t learn it even if you tried,” Vereesa cut in.

Jesse gave her an annoyed look. The elf stared back as if saying “Isn’t it true?” Jesse turned away helplessly.

“Actually, I’ll teach you,” Vereesa said.

“Teach me?” Amy paused, then understood. “Right, you’re a high-ranking Farstrider and part of the Windrunner Family. You should know this spell. So you want me to track someone.”

“Yes,” Jesse nodded.

Vereesa said, “I’ll write down the spells and how to cast them on a scroll, Amy.”

Amy quickly rummaged through a pile of scrolls, found a blank one, and put it on the table. She grabbed a quill and ink. The scroll looked expensive, showing Amy really wanted to learn this.

Vereesa didn’t take the quill. Instead, she held the scroll and chanted quietly in Sayaad Language. Soon, glowing Arcane letters appeared on the scroll.

She wasn’t just a Farstrider—she was an enchanter too?

In about ten minutes, the scroll was covered in dense, Arcane-lit text. Vereesa set it down, breathing hard. Amy sighed. “I don’t get it, Vereesa. Why not use this spell yourself to track who you want? You’re a Quel’dorai, and your enchanting skills…”

Vereesa replied, “Since you’re in the Kirin Tor, Amy, you know enchanting and casting seem alike but are very different. I can’t match you with Sympathy. Hide this scroll well. If anyone finds it, we’ll both be in trouble.”

“Got it,” Amy smiled. “Thanks to you both. But this spell isn’t easy to cast. I might need time to practice, Jesse. When will you return to Dalaran?”

“About a week from now,” Jesse said. “I’ll do my best,” Amy said.

“Will this mess up your studies?” Vereesa asked.

“Work and rest help you learn better, right?” Amy answered. “Is this rest?” Jesse asked.

“For me it is,” Amy said, looking at the scroll. “This is truly the best Feast of Winter Veil gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Then, happy Feast of Winter Veil in advance, Amy,” Jesse said.

“You too, happy Feast of Winter Veil,” Amy smiled.

Leaving the dorm area and back on the street, Vereesa saw mages hurrying by. She said, “Don’t forget, if you want Amy to track Dar’Khan, you need something he’s touched, Jesse.”

“Can you help with that?” Jesse asked. “Like having her cast a spell or enchant something.”

“Too risky,” Vereesa said. “If it looks planned, he might suspect something. Mages are careful about this, especially without a good reason.”

Jesse frowned. “Can Dar’Khan enter the Sunwell?”

“Of course,” Vereesa answered. “He’s a high-ranking Magus, aiming for archmage… Even if it’s unlikely, he can go to the Sunwell Plateau.”

“So,” Jesse asked, “how many Quel’dorai can enter both the Sunwell and the Council of Tirisfal library?”

Vereesa said, “Magi rarely come to Dalaran… Wait, you mean track the Sunwell?!” “Could that work?” Jesse asked.

Vereesa thought for a moment. “Now that you say it, it might. I never considered it.”

“Let Amy try it,” Jesse said. “We might need Sunwell water as a…”

“Got it, I’ll borrow a vial when we’re back,” Vereesa said. “I’m surprised, though. I thought the daughter of a big archmage like Malin would follow rules.”

“Malin doesn’t follow rules,” Jesse said. “Once, he turned me into a lamb to teach me a counterspell. He probably thought it would scare me into learning… But I still didn’t learn much.”

Vereesa laughed out loud.

Jesse whispered, “If Master Kel’Thuzad cursed me with an unbreakable spell, turning me into a lamb forever, would you still date me, Mrs Vereesa Windrunner?”

“Of course,” Vereesa said, looking down the street. “As long as that lamb remembers it’s Jesse Seso.”