Chapter 722

Chapter 722: An Odd Name

"I need your help to summon my servant," he said right away.

The goblin summoner with dark red hair in a topknot said, "You can summon the demon you need right here. Don’t tell me you still can’t do it alone."

Mor’zul replied, "Our Mr. Seso, like me, is a warlock who values understanding his demon servants. Gorzeeki, he won’t just kill his demons or summon them carelessly, wasting energy and hurting their friendship. So let’s take a little extra time to help him get his demon partner here."

Hearing that, a few summoners chuckled. How this group handled demons reminded Jesse of Gakin; maybe Gakin used to be one of them.

"He wouldn’t fall in love with the succubus he summons, would he?" a summoner in a dark blue robe whispered. "I didn’t expect the famous Jesse Seso to be so emotional."

A female warlock beside him said, "He looks young… It’s not a shock. Remember what happened in Moonbrook last time?"

"Enough talk, Lona. Finish the summoning fast so we can gather," the older summoner said, eyeing Jesse. He pointed to a spot on the magic circle. "Stand there, between those three symbols, and say the chant to guide the dark energy. When the portal lights up, call your demon servant’s name so he answers. I hope you can control him and know where he is. Keep the circle active, or your servant won’t hear you."

Mor’zul gave Jesse a note with the words in Demonic. "You don’t need me to repeat this, do you, Jesse?" Jesse glanced and said, "No."

The older summoner started the magic, chanting a long spell. The magic circle glowed slowly, and the female summoner on the other side joined in as Jesse read from the note. With all three working together, the circle lit up easily, simpler than Jesse thought.

As told, Jesse thought about his rented room’s spot and felt the mind pressure.

Focusing his thoughts was harder now, like moving a heavy thing. Seeing Stormwind in his head felt tough, like flying in the sky and flapping hard to shift places.

As his magic drained, Jesse finally found his alley. He spoke in Demonic: "Answer my call, Molofeel… Accept my summons, and bring my things!"

That last bit used most of his magic, almost making him faint on the circle. The watching summoners looked worried, but Jesse steadied himself and kept the circle going. A rift opened among the three, and a familiar shape stepped out.

Molofeel stood a head taller than the succubi hiding behind others. Her chest had filled out since she first met Jesse, and she looked coldly at everyone, holding a black dagger.

Wherever her eyes landed, summoners and demons looked away fast, not wanting to meet her gaze. Her bright red mageweave marks and fiery eyes made her seem like a judge from the Burning Legion sent to punish these wild warlocks, scary without trying.

Finally, she saw Jesse and smiled. "Ah, dear master, here you are." She passed him the purple demon bag. "This is what you wanted… plus a little imp."

"What a strong Sayaad!" the goblin named Gorzeeki burst out. "How did you get such a demon servant, Mr. Seso?"

"The master’s power made me strong," Molofeel said, hugging Jesse’s neck. "Right, master?"

"Don’t say it so plainly," Jesse replied.

"I do this every day; why isn’t mine as strong as hers?" a nearby human warlock said bluntly.

"Must be your problem," a gnome beside him remarked.

The human almost got mad, but his succubus calmed him, "I’ll grow stronger to deserve your love…"

The human warlock snorted, holding his succubus, and glared at the gnome. "Your demon servant’s as weak as if it got smashed crossing the Twisting Nether, Mr. Fizban. Sharp words can backfire."

The gnome snapped back sarcastically, but hearing his name, Jesse froze. Fizban?

Was this gnome Wilfred Fizban?

Jesse knew all about Wilfred Fizban’s big name in the Alliance, though in this world, he might not be famous yet.

Later, in the war against the Scourge Legion in Northrend, warlocks had partly cleared their name and won the army’s trust. At a pre-battle drill, Wilfred Fizban tried to summon a powerful demon for soldiers to test against. Leaders like King Varian and Garrosh Hellscream weren’t keen, but they didn’t stop him.

His magic was strong; he called up a mighty Eredar lord—Grand Magus Gul’dan. But the Eredar killed the poor gnome right off and caused chaos…

After that, warlocks’ reputation turned dark again in Azeroth. So at this ritual, Jesse really didn’t want to hear that gnome’s name.

But Jesse recalled Wilfred as an old man with white hair, while this gnome had deep purple hair. Did it go white later?

Still, he asked carefully, "Mr. Fizban, how are you linked to Wilfred Fizban?"

"Ah, he’s my brother, Jesse Seso," the purple-haired gnome said. "I’m Albert Fizban. If Wil knew a demonologist like you knew his name, he’d be happy."

Well, at least it wasn’t Wilfred himself. A bit better, but not by much.