Chapter 150
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Chapter 150: Blue Meeting
Even the outskirts of Dalaran had a meticulous city layout similar to the courtyards of European nobles. You could feel that the construction of the Stormwind Mage Quarter was influenced by this place.
However, the Mage Quarter deliberately avoided the unique elven and human aesthetics in color and architectural features. Most of the buildings directly continued the conservative style of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Mixing the planning concept imitating Dalaran actually made it seem out of place.
The fusion of races here brought a unique exotic blend, as if it had naturally given birth to another distinctive style, a place unseen from Quel’Thalas to Tirisfal.
Walking on the street, Jesse couldn’t help but keep looking up, like a country boy just entering the city, while Greed, leaning on a cane, moved faster than him.
The two entered a tavern named "Blue Meeting". The hall was large, decorated similarly to Jesse’s room, but with more landscape paintings hanging on the walls.
Among them, there were even paintings of Elwynn Forest from a distance. However, the angle from which it was painted mysteriously placed the artist high above the forest, making it hard to imagine where the artist was sitting to paint.
Even though there were many customers, compared to other places in the Kingdom of Stormwind or Lordaeron, the tavern in Dalaran was quieter. An occasional loud laugh seemed particularly jarring.
So when a Dwarf Wildhammer rushed in, it was like a mini bull in a china shop.
Greed brought Jesse to the bar and skillfully pointed to the menu, then turned around and asked, "When do you plan to go see your parents in the royal city, Jesse?"
"Let’s wait a day for now. I want to check on my body first," Jesse replied. "The teacher told me the exchange meeting is on the 11th. If everything is okay, it’s best to leave early tomorrow, then come back before the meeting. Don’t come with me, take care of your injuries in Dalaran."
Thinking about the Eye of Dalaran, Jesse suddenly felt a hint of gloom in his heart.
"But can you still travel now?"
"What do you think?" Greed said, glancing at him. "I won’t follow you around everywhere. At least rest for a few days to let your injury stabilize. It will take good care to recover in two weeks. I don’t want to go to Aerie Peak in this condition."
"Then I’ll go alone," Jesse said. "Be careful in Dalaran yourself, don’t wander around near Violet Citadel for no reason. Be careful, mages there don’t like Dwarves of Wildhammer and might chase you away."
It’s best to stay far away from the location of Dalaran’s vault.
"Don’t worry, I won’t go looking for trouble," said Greed as he rubbed his chin. "Come to think of it, I’ve been here for the past two days and I haven’t visited the beautiful buildings by the northern lakeshore yet, like the school and the big fountain."
"So, don’t go there before me," Jesse immediately said. "Wait for me to come back, and then we can go explore together. It wouldn’t be as fun if you go there first."
Greed said, "Good point! With you as a mage with me, it wouldn’t be too strange to see a Dwarf Wildhammer, right? Haha!"
"I heard from Professor Duchamp that you arrived in Dalaran yesterday?" Jesse asked.
Greed replied, "Actually, it was the night before last when I followed the Lordaeron cavalry through the small road of Alterac Valley to get here. I told them I wanted to come to Dalaran quickly to see you, so they tied me to a horse and brought me here directly. It may sound a bit strange, like they were taking care of my injury, right? But my body really couldn’t handle those strong highland warhorses like bulls… Anyway, they saved me a lot of money and effort, and didn’t harm my legs."
"Didn’t you have the gryphons fly you here?" Jesse asked.
He asked casually, but as soon as the words came out, he realized that it might not be the right time to bring up this topic.
Greed, who had just appeared relaxed, now looked a bit subdued.
Jesse knew what the dwarf was thinking because he felt the same way himself.
Greed said, "Let’s forget about it, gryphon."
"I noticed you’ve been quite lively since earlier. Are you sure you’re not feeling uncomfortable in any way? After all, you were unconscious yesterday and kept mumbling something…"
"Mumbling about what?" Jesse asked.
"I don’t understand," Greed shook his head and said, "Not even Master Duchamp can understand. He knows so many languages but couldn’t make sense of it. Maybe it’s just nonsense caused by the attack of the black dragon and the shadows."
Jesse wondered if it could be speaking Chinese in his sleep? But speaking Chinese is better than speaking something like Demonic.
Then, the bartender brought two glass cups. Jesse rarely drinks from glass cups, and the liquid inside the cups looked like light pink dye or something, which seemed strange.
"What is this?"
Looking over, Greed was holding a cup of even stranger black liquid that was constantly bubbling. The bubbles were not like carbonated bubbles, but were bubbling like lava, yet it was still cold!
"What’s that thing of yours…"
"Who cares about that!" Greed said with a smile, "It tastes good anyway, I can’t remember the elfish name, let’s find a seat!"
He was leading the way in front, when suddenly he stopped, almost causing Jesse to bump into him with his cup.
Greed turned his head and took a step back, looking down at the person sitting at the table next to him.
It was an elven man, with scattered golden hair reaching up to his arms, partly covering his face. His pointed ears and long eyebrows exposed his race.
He was wearing a light blue silk robe coat commonly seen on elven streets, leaning on the chair while looking at a dark red elvish book with green vine patterns on the cover. There was only a cup of clear tea on the table in front of him.
Greed sat down opposite him and slammed the cup on the table with a loud clatter.
Jesse stood by the side, feeling a shiver in his heart. The cup seemed to be made of a thin layer of sturdy glass, he wondered how much it would cost if it broke.
"Well, that’s clever, isn’t it?"
The elf heard a noise, closed the book with one hand, and lazily turned to look at Greed.
When Jesse saw his face clearly, he felt like he had seen this guy somewhere before…
But he didn’t know any elves, why did he recognize the face of an elf?
Actually, he did "know" an elf.
The elf chuckled and asked, "Are you two still alive?"
Upon hearing this voice, Jesse immediately confirmed that this was indeed the guy from Duskwood!
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