Chapter 180

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Chapter 180: The Most Surprising Harvest

That evening, drank half a bottle of Sunwell well water?!

No wonder suddenly felt energetic like taking a stimulant, and the wound also healed so quickly.

Jesse, of course, understood the power of Sunwell well water very well and knew what this meant for an elf. He nervously asked, "Is it a very precious thing?"

"Of course," Vereesa explained, "It can heal quite serious magical damage, and also alleviate physical injuries. Even just carrying it around can bring a lot of benefits to people nearby. It’s just that because the Sunwell Temple usually doesn’t allow ordinary people to enter, so it’s very difficult to get a bottle."

"I’m really sorry."

Jesse said awkwardly, thinking that he might have offended someone.

Remembering grabbing the bottle and gulping it down last night, it indeed didn’t match the way one should treat such a valuable item like Sunwell water… As a High Elf, even with a strong desire for magic, Kaffir only sipped a little.

Jesse thought his lips couldn’t move much because his injuries were too severe at that time.

Vereesa said, "Don’t worry, once it heals, you will be back to your old self, Mr. Seso. Besides, you were so badly injured back then, if you missed the chance for treatment and died, not even a whole pot of Sunwell water could bring you back to life. I was just worried because I had never seen an elf drink so much… If you don’t feel anything wrong now, then there’s nothing to worry about." This left Jesse feeling confused.

"Speaking of last night, you were indeed a warlock, right?" The elf lowered her voice, leaned in and said, "Do you know this city does not welcome warlocks? Even including the Shadow Magic researchers of Quel’Thalas. I’m sorry, but I’ve already told Kirin Tor about last night."

Jesse’s scalp tightened as he asked, "Oh? Did you tell them everything?"

"I didn’t describe the spells you used, nor did I go into specifics about the whole thing." She sounded guilty as she said, "But they know your name… Actually, Kirin Tor was just asking about Teacher Kaffir’s condition initially. I hastily explained the situation with Teron Gorefiend, and upon realizing I spoke too much, I thought it might cause you significant trouble."

"That’s alright, I can just say I didn’t do anything," Jesse said. "Just say I was about to be killed by Teron Gorefiend, and you two saved me. Okay? You wouldn’t want Kirin Tor to catch me, would you? Your half a bottle of water might really go to waste then."

"Understood," Vereesa quickly agreed, but hesitated for a moment before saying, "But I know Gorefiend was actually forced to flee by you, by your magic."

Jesse scratched his neck feeling a bit annoyed; if Vereesa hadn’t said that, he might have really moved on.

"As long as Kaffir is saved, that’s good. I don’t want anyone to die trying to save me. As for the rest… It’s way better if no one knows anything than being caught. Luckily, I came to discuss with you. If I hadn’t met you earlier or later, it would have been a problem. Remember to tell Kaffir not to say anything."

"I understand." Vereesa nodded, then asked, "I have always been curious about how you and your dwarf friend met him. He seems quite interested in you both. You may know that he doesn’t really like outsiders, I mean those outside of Quel’Thalas."

"Um…" Jesse hesitated slightly and said, "It was in Duskwood… in the south of Elwynn Forest where we got into a fight. But we truly got to know each other in Dalaran, where we happened to meet and chat. It wasn’t a complicated process."

Suddenly, he heard a familiar whistle behind him, so he immediately said, "My friend is still waiting for me, Ms. Vereesa. It was nice to meet you, we shall meet again. I really appreciate the potion… and I’m truly sorry."

"Wait a moment." Vereesa stopped Jesse and said, "There’s one more thing… I heard from Kaffir that your friend is a Gryphon Rider, injured by scorpion poison, causing blindness in one eye, is that true?"

"Yes," Jesse asked, "Do you have a way to help?"

"I know an elder who can heal such disabilities. His name is Vernal Dawnseeker, a senior botanist," Vereesa said, "He has a good relationship with my family and has watched me grow up since I was young. If I write him a letter, I believe he will be willing to help."

Really? Jesse never imagined he would one day be involved in such an unexpected connection. But now that the connection was made, the issue of finding a way was resolved unexpectedly easily.

"But we can’t go to Quel’Thalas, ma’am," Jesse said helplessly.

"Ah, that’s true. I thought I could help…" Vereesa’s azure eyes dimmed.

Jesse tried to ask, "Can’t General Sylvanas do me a small favor…"

Vereesa said awkwardly, "Right now, my sister… probably doesn’t want to see me, let alone help me."

Are their relationship very bad now?

After hesitating for a moment, Jesse asked again, "I wonder if there are any botanists living in Quel’danil? Let’s try our luck there."

"Are you going to Hinterlands?" Vereesa seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Is it your friend who is going back to Aerie Peak?"

"Yes, he is going back for The Feast of Winter Veil," Jesse replied.

"I think I can ask Master Vereynar to wait for you in Quel’danil," Vereesa suggested.

"Is that… too much to ask of him?"

Although Jesse said so, he could hardly contain his excitement.

He turned around and glanced at Greed, who was getting impatient and blinking rapidly with one eye, hinting for him to leave quickly.

"It’s okay," Vereesa said. "He enjoys traveling on a Dragonhawk, and Hinterlands is not too far from Quel’Thalas, at least for the Dragonhawks."

"I don’t know how to repay you and the botanist," Jesse said.

"If he knew about last night, he would be willing to help you too. He hates Death Knights as much as I do," Vereesa said excitedly. "I’ll write to him this afternoon and ask him to stay in Quel’danil during the dwarf’s Feast of Winter Veil."

Jesse was even more excited than her, now they really had a chance to solve Greed’s problem.

He couldn’t wait to leave Dalaran and head to Hinterlands, he just wished time would pass faster.

With that thought, the events of last night didn’t seem as painful anymore.

If he hadn’t met Vereesa, he might have thought about going to Stranglethorn to see if any troll Druids from Gurubashi Arena would be willing to cure Greed’s illness for money.

Facing a troll, Greed would likely prefer not to be cured rather than accept their help, which is why Jesse had never dared to bring it up.

But now, in the entire eastern kingdom, there is no Night Elf Druid that he knows of. Even the Night Elf Druid, Broll Bearmantle, who later teamed up with Varian for the arena matches, arrived here after the Scourge. But now, all of these are not things to consider anymore.