Chapter 135

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Chapter 135: Where the Stars Go

Before the sky got bright, the black panther was finally dragged onto the deck.

Helped down by goblins and other sailors, the panther was tied up tightly and had lost its will to fight back. It lay motionless on the ground, wrapped like a mummy. Its mouth was also bound, only its eyes could move slightly.

But Jesse was more concerned about his cloak than the panther.

He tried to rub the claw marks with seawater, and as he wiped, it seemed to fade a bit. So, he kept wiping, trying to completely erase the white marks.

After wiping for a while, some marks were still there, visible upon close inspection.

Apart from these few marks, there wasn’t much damage. The panther had run out of strength by then, or else it could have been worse.

For this kind of damage, it shouldn’t cost as much as 30 silver coins to fix, right?

Actually, it’s not very noticeable, so let’s leave it at that.

While Jesse was tending to his cloak, the panther, bound up by the sailors, kept staring at him as if it knew what he had done.

He seemed to know why he suddenly felt so weak and powerless, and he also knew the reason why he was eventually caught.

Jesse could even sense the wild beast’s intense hatred towards dark magic. Maybe he had encountered those warlocks during the Orc invasion and suffered from dark magic. Otherwise, why would there be such a strong resentment?

At this point, the guard who was escorting the "Dark Night Baron" finally dared to step up and take responsibility for the mistake.

This guy was quite strong, with typical brown hair and a distinctive appearance of a resident of the Kingdom of Stormwind. However, his skin appeared dark red due to prolonged exposure to the outdoors.

He addressed the passengers who had just recovered from a night of terror, saying, "Next time we will carefully check the safety measures of the flute. In fact, we had been using drugs to keep him hypnotized for extra safety, but perhaps the storm caused the drugs to wear off early. Nevertheless, such problems should not have occurred, and I am willing to offer half of the reward as compensation."

"Why didn’t you go down to catch him just now?" A shirtless man approached and asked, "You should know best how to capture this leopard and even if you could just give some hints!"

"Don’t worry about it, sir," the Goblin Captain interjected, "Although I hate to say this, I am grateful for your efforts. However, paying money means getting things done. If he has any crucial advice for you, shouldn’t you also give him a share of the money? After all, part of this hunting task is to compensate for the losses caused by this person and his master. Since you are sharing the agreed bounty, he is also willing to pay a price. I hope this discussion ends here, let’s not dwell on it anymore."

The shirtless man was somewhat indignant, but didn’t know what to say in response.

Greed and Jesse didn’t bother with the argument. Instead of taking all silver coins, they chose to take one gold coin and 40 silver coins, because the value of gold coins is more stable.

They don’t need to split the money, since they are traveling together. They should try to choose the more valuable one.

Jesse is holding a gold coin in his hand, looking at it. It had been a long time since he had touched a gold coin.

This is a Gurubashi gold coin, with a pattern of a winged Cloud Serpent on it.

At the moment, the weight and various styles of gold coins circulated within the alliance are similar. Also, during the decline of the vast Gurubashi Empire, many coins were scattered everywhere, so they are recognized in most places.

Greed reached out and said, "Let me see it. Don’t keep them all for yourself."

Jesse handed it to him. Greed rubbed the snake pattern on it and chuckled awkwardly. As long as that goblin pays enough money, everything else is secondary.

Just then, Jesse noticed the man who had told them about Dark Night Baron leaning against the railing, watching the black leopard. He approached and asked, "Sir, do you know where this beast is being sent?"

"Don’t you know?" the man replied. "The recently opened Durnholde arena in Blackmoore has made a name for itself in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Many nobles from Alterac and even Arathi are traveling there to see… because there are Orcs in the arena! Who wouldn’t want to see how the Gurubashi star beasts perform in front of the Orcs in Durnholde?"

So, the black leopard is going to Durnholde Keep to battle Orc slaves. No wonder the shipping fee is so high. Such a star appearance fee might earn a lot, not to mention the bonus from ticket sales.

Jesse knew that as someone who earned a fixed salary, he couldn’t imagine how much money people in the entertainment industry could make.

"I couldn’t tell, both of you." The noble said, "I thought you were going to die down there, but I never expected everyone to come back. That guy with the ponytail had it pretty rough."

Jesse had been helping to carry the black panther and hadn’t noticed the situation of rescuing the guy with the ponytail into the cabin. It wasn’t until now that he relaxed and remembered. The guy with the ponytail was still struggling to catch his breath when he last saw him.

At this moment, a few human sailors were arguing fiercely with the captain and the goblins. They were not speaking a common language, but the human sailors kept pointing towards the northeast, which was the direction of Menethil Harbor.

Jesse could guess that they were probably arguing about whether to stop at Menethil Harbor to rest.

It was clear that the captain was still insisting on his choice to continue straight to Southshore, with about four more days of sailing left. This way, they could reach Southshore before December 1st, giving Jesse and Greed plenty of travel time.

This was certainly what Jesse hoped for, as stopping at Menethil Harbor would probably delay them by two or even three days.

From the discussions of the people around, it seemed that the guy with the ponytail was not in immediate danger, but out at sea, no one can predict what might happen.

Jesse was very glad he was not the captain of this ship, as he wouldn’t have to make such difficult choices.

However, for the Goblin Captain, this was not difficult at all, they would not delay time in order to treat the injured.

At that moment, the argument seemed to have reached a conclusion.

The captain walked up to the crowd again, looking out at the deck where many people had already returned to the cabins.

"Is there a priest here? Currently, we have three or four wounded, two of whom are severely injured and require a professional priest." The captain shouted, "If there are no priests, any Druid, Shaman, witch doctor, Sage, tide priest, anyone who can help slow down their deaths, no matter by what means, please step forward. I will pay, as long as you can keep these wounded alive until we reach Southshore!"

Watching those who went to respond to the captain’s call, Greed whispered by the crate, "I didn’t even know there was a priest on this ship. Why didn’t you step forward to help just now? Speaking of which, if I had joined the Holy Light Church in Stormwind, they would have taught me some ways to save people, and I could have earned quite a few silver coins."

"Maybe that’s why you can’t become a priest," Jesse said.

"You should become a priest, Jesse," Greed said sitting up, "Your words are just like those bald ones at the Cathedral of Light."