Chapter 162

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Chapter 162: The Cathedral of the Royal City

"Jesse! Jesse Seso!"

"Coming."

Jesse sat up and looked around, only then realizing he was at home and not in a rented accommodation in Stormwind.

"Change your clothes, Jesse," mother said leaning against the door frame. "Today, I am taking you to see the priest."

"What is the priest doing?" Jesse asked.

"Of course, he’s looking at the burn on your arm!" Henny said. "It took a week to get here from Southshore! Even if you took a boat across Lordamere Lake, it would still take four or five days in total. And you definitely haven’t been paying attention to your burn during this time. It must be a mess under the bandage now."

"I’m really fine, Mom, don’t take me to see the priest…"

Jesse was actually puzzled why the burn on his arm wasn’t healing faster since he had the "blood of the black dragon". Logically, black dragons should not be afraid of fire.

If only he had sucked the blood of some random animal in the wilderness to heal his wound before returning, so his mother wouldn’t worry so much.

But Duchamp warned him not to go into the wilderness, of course, he also understood the dangers of doing so. He was still occasionally feeling dizzy and had headaches, although not as severe as when he woke up in Dalaran. But if something unexpected happened and he fainted outside the city, it would be life-threatening.

"Why are you still so stubborn like when you were a child," his mother frowned and said. "The Holy Light won’t harm you!"

Yes, the Holy Light indeed didn’t harm me when I was a child, but it’s not necessarily the same now!

Jesse thought to himself, but he couldn’t say it out loud, so he just scratched his chin and asked, "So, do we have to go to the chapel? I’m a bit scared of that old priest…"

"Let’s go to the big cathedral," Mother said, "I’ve been praying for you every day for the past two years, Jesse. Do you dare say that in these two years in Stormwind, the Holy Light has never looked after you? I feel like, besides your own efforts and some luck, the Holy Light has also helped a little, right?"

Jesse couldn’t really argue with his mother’s words, after all, the Holy Light did help him a few times. As for whether it was the result of his mother’s prayers, he couldn’t say for sure.

Of course, do prayers from mother matter?

Sitting up, he hugged his mother, who was as slender as a child, and said, "Alright, Mom, I’ll go with you."

Henny immediately laughed upon hearing this, and at that moment, Jesse felt like she wasn’t his mother, but more like a sister.

After a simple makeover, she put on a beautiful yellow dress and a white scarf, while Jesse wore the shirt that his mother had mended the night before. The two of them then set out.

The terrain of Lordaeronroyal city was not as rugged and complex as Stormwind, with highs and lows. Positioned on a flat highland, walking around here was much easier for someone used to life in Stormwind.

Henny led Jesse through one city gate after another with ease, and as they got closer to the cathedral, the road became smoother.

With its reddish-brown high walls, bright green high eaves, and domed roofs, the distant palace could already be seen.

The royal city of Lordaeron is like a big, faded fairytale town, deliberately aged Dalaran, cold and sharp, lacking warmth.

When Jesse was young, he thought this thousand-year-old ancient city was like a magnificent, unmatched, luxurious high-end prison. After traveling outside for two years, this feeling grew stronger.

"Planning to stay at home for a few days, Jesse?" Henny asked as they walked.

"I will be heading back to Dalaran in two days," Jesse replied.

"Leaving so soon?" Henny sounded a bit disappointed.

"I will come back to see you all as soon as possible, it won’t be another two years. Now I am slightly better off financially, so I will come back if I have free time," Jesse said.

"No need to worry about us, Vickers and I are still young, don’t treat us like old folks who can’t move," Henny said.

"You must have important things to attend to in Dalaran, right?"

"Yes," Jesse said. "There is a linguistic event, and your outstanding son is representing Stormwind at it."

"Representing Stormwind?" Henny asked with a teasing tone, "Does King Varian know you’re representing Stormwind? Speaking of which, King Varian visited here last year, I saw him myself, he was riding a horse like a true knight, tall and strong, almost as majestic as Vickers in his youth."

Jesse thought to herself that her father’s admiration was quite excessive.

But he had never seen what Vickers Seso looked like riding a horse in his youth, maybe he really did resemble a royal knight.

"Of course Varian knows," Jesse said, "Do you remember the mage robe I wore? He funded it for me, I actually know him personally."

"Really?" Henny exclaimed, "How did you meet him?"

Jesse realized he had bragged to the wrong person, how was he going to tell his mother about Stonewatch Keep now?

"Of course, it was for excelling at the magic academy… meeting the king, you know."

Henny furrowed her brow and said, "Your talent for lying won’t get you anywhere with your mom."

Jesse laughed and said, "Just don’t ask too much, as long as you know I didn’t lie to you."

"Just pretend you’re telling the truth. Who else in this world, besides me, can know when you’re lying but still choose to believe you?" Henny said helplessly. "But, King Varian is a good person. It’s lucky to know him. The Kingdom of Stormwind will definitely get better and better in the future."

"How did you figure out that he is a good person?" Jesse asked curiously.

Henny replied, "When he entered the city, he wasn’t wearing the fancy clothes that a king should wear. His hair was disheveled like he had just been attacked by the Orcs before coming to the city. I could tell that he felt intense self-blame because of his father’s death and the chaos the Orcs caused in his homeland. He is a determined young man."

Jesse speculated, "Maybe these politicians are putting on an act for you, playing the victim to gain sympathy and get more donations from the people of Lordaeron to help rebuild Stormwind."

"Even if they donate a little more, won’t it end up in my son’s pocket?" Henny chuckled.

Jesse wanted to laugh along but remembered how he had come to Stormwind to work and ended up being paid a few silver coins instead of a whole gold coin by someone. He couldn’t find it funny anymore.

These tricks of withholding workers’ wages will eventually anger the Defias Brotherhood to ashes.

As Henny and Jesse chatted, they arrived at a big road that was already blocked by the guards.

"What’s happening up ahead?" Jesse inquired.

"I guess our little prince is at the big church again," Henny whispered. "He’s been quite diligent lately."