Chapter 184

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Chapter 184: Your Song Ends, My Story Begins

When he returned to Duchamp’s doorstep in the evening, several mages dressed in Kirin Tor robes were talking to Duchamp.

At that moment, one mage facing this way seemed to see Jesse, even though Jesse didn’t recall meeting him before, but he immediately pointed in his direction.

Someone pointed at Jesse and asked Duchamp something. Duchamp followed the pointing direction and saw Jesse, with a look of helplessness on his face.

He said something, and everyone turned to look at him, like a group of Smiths in The Matrix when they see Neo.

What kind of situation is this, secret police?

Especially after doubting Kel’Thuzad yesterday, Jesse felt even more scared.

Now he thinks that Teron Gorefiend must have known his name because Kel’Thuzad told him, there is no other possibility.

Did Jesse say something at the meeting that made Kel’Thuzad feel threatened, or was he afraid that he would figure out the connection with the Death Knight and wanted to silence him?

Anyway, did it make Teron Gorefiend chase him down several streets?

Isn’t it a bit hasty… But for a mage secretly studying Necromancy and dark magic within the Kirin Tor, it is normal to fear exposure and be anxious. Jesse definitely understands this.

But in this case, Kel’Thuzad is even more suspicious.

So should we escape? Are these Kirin Tor Mages sent by Kel’Thuzad to finish the job?

Running is no use anyway, Jesse won’t be able to run out of Dalaran, these Kirin Tor Mages will surely catch him.

At this point, no matter what the other party is here for, we can only face it head-on.

However, those mages didn’t immediately rush forward and tackle him to the ground, which was a good sign.

It indicates that no matter the purpose of these people, at least they want to talk things out.

After thinking about this, Jesse cleared his throat, walked forward step by step, trying to appear calm, innocent, and confident.

The leader, a young brown-haired Kirin Tor Mage, looked at Jesse approaching and lifted his head, saying, "I am Wayne Haliste from the Defense Department, and you are Mr. Jesse Seso, right? Nice to meet you."

"Yes, I am Jesse Seso." Jesse glanced at Duchamp and said, "This…"

"Master Caro Duchamp also doesn’t know the situation." Haliste said, "We are here on behalf of the Kirin Tor to investigate clues related to a theft case."

He looked at the bandage on Jesse’s shoulder and said, "May I ask how this happened, Mr. Seso?"

"Last night I encountered a Death Knight," Jesse said.

"You seem to be recovering well." The mage from the Defense Department glanced at Duchamp’s house, then said to Duchamp, "Master, can we come in for a chat?"

Duchamp quickly replied, "Of course, please come in."

Although the mages were wearing short robes and long capes, they all looked like detectives.

Although Jesse was not being held or controlled by anyone, he was almost pushed into Duchamp’s house by the surrounding group.

"Does Mr. Seso live on the first floor?"

"I live on the third floor."

"Then let’s go to the third floor to talk."

Jesse’s room was very nicely decorated, but overall, it was extremely narrow.

He thought to himself that it was lucky he didn’t bring back the magic wand, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to explain anything these guys were coming to ask about.

Just when he had felt relieved for a moment, he suddenly discovered his Warlock Pack that he had stuffed under the bed.

He didn’t know if Dalaran had the right to search, and if he had the right to refuse the search… he probably didn’t have that right.

Several mages stayed downstairs and at the door, while Haliste and another female mage went upstairs. Jesse felt almost overwhelmed by their imposing presence in his chair.

Haliste leaned against the window and said, "I have been sent by the Defense Department to inquire about the letter, Mr. Jesse Seso. I believe you can guess what happened. The theft last night is likely very much related to the contents described in that order."

Jesse immediately said, "I knew it. I strongly suggested to Master Kel’Thuzad in yesterday’s meeting to enhance the security of the treasury. Those Death Knights must have cooperated with the black dragons to distract Dalaran’s defenses from outside and then sneak into the vault to steal one of the three sacred items they believed in. I had foreseen it! And I had already expressed my views as much as possible at the meeting!"

"Am I right?"

He stood up and stared at Haliste, who clearly did not expect Jesse’s reaction.

"Please calm down, Mr. Seso."

"Master Kel’Thuzad doesn’t value my opinions at all! Even though he is in a high position… he shouldn’t be so arrogant, right?"

"Please… calm down, sir. No one wants such a thing to happen, Master Kel’Thuzad is also very sorry."

Jesse Seso sat back in his chair, tapping the tabletop continuously.

He was thinking about how to appear a bit foolish without overdoing it. If this person wasn’t sent by Kel’Thuzad, it would be fine, but if it was indeed Kel’Thuzad’s spy trying to gather information, then he should make good use of this opportunity.

Being in the bad books of the six-member council of the Kirin Tor was definitely not easy. Jesse also hoped to make Kel’Thuzad relax a bit and not always think of risking his own life just to hide his secrets. After all, Jesse was just a small, insignificant character without much threat.

"I’ll try my best," he whispered.

The two mages exchanged a glance, then Haliste asked, "So, can you explain why you suddenly went out last night?"

"I wanted to visit my friend who was injured and still recovering. But on the way, I encountered a very powerful Death Knight who almost took my life," Jesse said. "I believe it was Teron Gorefiend himself, it must have been him."

"How can you be so sure that is Teron Gorefiend?" Haliste asked suspiciously.

Jesse said angrily, "Otherwise, if it’s not him, no one else could have such power, he’s like a devil! If it wasn’t for those Elf Rangers, I would be dead by now, even deader than a Death Knight. You would have no way to talk to me either, respected master Haliste."

"Last night was an unforgettable disaster for every resident of Dalaran." Haliste then changed the subject and asked, "Is your friend a Dwarf Wildhammer?"

"A Stormwind apprentice, a Dwarf Wildhammer… hold on." He then looked towards the female mage beside him and asked, "What’s the name of that apprentice…"

"Seso," the female mage reminded him, "That must be the gentleman."