Chapter 159

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Chapter 159: Lordamere

Perhaps because Jesse had slept too much the days before, he didn’t sleep well that night, falling asleep close to 1 a.m. and waking up again around 4 a.m.

It could also be because today was the day he was going back home to see his parents.

He knew he couldn’t sleep anymore, so he got up. Duchamp was still fast asleep. He left a note and took his luggage and left.

Jesse is not familiar with Dalaran’s harbor yet, so it’s good to go there early and check it out.

Dalaran’s harbor is not as busy as Stormwind’s, nor as big as Stormwind’s. Compared to Southshore’s harbor, it’s much smaller, more like a small park pier with only one embankment and a few small piers.

And early in the morning, there were more boats than people.

The so-called harbor is just a lakeside pier, mostly for boats going to the royal city.

There is also the Sunreaver’s Sanctuary port leading to Quel’Thalas, but a few golden elven ships were parked in a distant and secluded area, hinting that only elves were allowed onboard.

Standing next to the pier were two Quel’Thalas soldiers holding long shields and silver swords, wearing white cloaks, staring at the passersby.

It only costs two or three silver coins to take a boat from here to Lordaeron’s royal city, and there are many options for speed. Jesse randomly chose a boat that was about to depart quickly, as the journey would take the whole day by water. If they didn’t leave now, the slow boat would have to stay overnight at Fenris Isle in the middle of the lake and depart the next day, wasting too much time.

In short, Lordamere Lake is a very large lake.

Thinking back to the huge cannon last night, I couldn’t help but feel extremely scared.

The small boat sailed on Lordamere Lake, the calm lake made everyone feel relaxed, the passengers on board were reading books or playing cards, making me want to take a nap.

But we are almost home now, Jesse couldn’t possibly fall asleep.

He looked at the misty pine forests on the shore, the blurry red roofs, and the snow-capped mountains reflecting on the lake in the distance, these were the familiar views from his childhood that had never changed.

Sea gulls passing by the boat from time to time, waiting for someone to drop food or for Lordamere carp to jump out of the water were all the same.

On the island in the center of the lake, a huge castle faced the Violet Citadel of Dalaran, it was the largest military fortress in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Fenris Keep.

As the boat passed by the castle walls, the banners of Lordaeron fluttered in the lake breeze.

At this moment, the emblem on the flag was still black or blue, not red, representing a prosperous and powerful kingdom to be feared, not a group of fanatics trying to reclaim their homeland. Beneath the flag, soldiers in nose guards watched as each passing boat, occasionally waving their hands, and the boatmen would salute back.

The huge castle walls used to be the nightmare of many children growing up in Tirisfal, standing on the high walls of the royal city and looking towards this direction, the walls of the castle seemed to shroud half of Lordamere Lake like a black magical shadow, especially in autumn and winter.

In the evening, parents would say if you don’t behave, Worgen will come out from that castle at night and come into our home to eat you.

Jesse was so fed up at that time, he would say those Worgen must have swum for dozens of miles first, probably too tired to come ashore, and then they would get a beating.

Thinking back to that time, couldn’t help but smile.

Once passing through Fenris Keep, not long after, you could see the sprawling royal city walls stretching for miles.

The ancient city walls, hundreds of years old, were built on cliffs by the water, all alone with only the sky as the background. Whenever you approached, it felt like they might collapse at any moment, making you gasp for breath every time you saw them.

When the ship arrived at the royal city port, it was already past 8 o’clock in the evening. He hadn’t expected to dock this late, considering he had already seen the shadow of the walls in the afternoon.

Jesse sat on a step by the embankment, looking at the distant Lordaeron city gate, wondering whether to spend the night at the port and go back home in the morning.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a group of Lordaeron soldiers preparing to change shifts chatting about their day not far away. Beside the burning torches, a middle-aged guardsman with sweaty brown hair was sitting, peeling a golden-skinned apple by the firelight.

Jesse stood up and walked over, saying, "Hey, sir, I just arrived here, how do I get to the Old Craftsman’s Quarter?"

"Ask someone else, I don’t know," the guard answered without even looking back.

"You don’t even know where your own home is?" Jesse asked.

The guard cut a piece of apple, glanced up, and asked with restrained anger, "Who are you?"

Jesse said nothing, just looked at him like that.

They both stood still for a few seconds before the guard stared and said, "Why did you suddenly come back?"

He stood up and punched Jesse on the shoulder, saying, "Jesse, you little stinker, I could hardly recognize you!"

The man lowered his head, put the remaining half of the apple into Jesse’s hand, who was wincing in pain, and said, "Hurry, eat this apple, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet… been on a boat all day. Why are you so fierce, trying to kill your own son?"

"Are you okay? Did you come from Dalaran?"

"Yes… that’s right."

The man grabbed Jesse’s hand and asked, "Is this a mage ring? Are you a mage now? No wonder you’re so good at fighting, but I thought you went to Stormwind?"

"Yes, this is the mage ring from Stormwind."

"You’re acting strange. Weren’t you supposed to be making money? How did you become a mage again?"

"I didn’t make any money…"

"You fool, if you didn’t make any money, why didn’t you come home instead of starving yourself outside?"

"It’s fine, Dad. At least I can earn a little bit, not enough to starve."

"I can tell, your clothes look pretty valuable, is that a Silk Robe?"

"You can tell?"

"I have eyes, stop chatting, hurry up and come home with me to see your mom, she will be so happy."

Jesse’s father picked up his helmet from where he was sitting and told the group of guards next to him, "My son is back, I need to leave early! Tell that rascal Fatis for me."

"Captain Vickers’ son is back?"

"How come this is much higher than before?"

"It must have been five or six years since you last saw him, right?"

"That’s true… the war is over."

Jesse stood behind watching his father talk to a group of new and old guards, changed clothes, and also brought back a piece of jerky to give to him.

"Eat this first, Henny will surely make something delicious for you when you get back."

"Is it sausage?"

"Sausages too!"