Chapter 185

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Chapter 185: The Importance of Being Punctual

"You and your friend took part in the battle of the Black Dragons at Southshore?" Haliste said in surprise, "I am very sorry, sir, I have heard about your experience in Southshore, if only I knew you were that Jesse Seso… However, our main goal now is to find clues related to the theft case, and things are urgent, forgive me for not being prepared earlier, after all, I didn’t sleep at all last night."

He continued, "If even you feel that the intruder has irresistible magic, I believe even if he is not Teron Gorefiend himself, he must be one of Gorefiend’s powerful subordinates."

"By the way, may I know the name of that dwarf? The one who is your friend."

Jesse heard this and thought it was lucky he had a word with Greed earlier, otherwise he would have been in trouble.

But thinking back on their previous conversation, he realized even if they hadn’t talked earlier, they wouldn’t have found out more anyway.

He hadn’t mentioned the Eye of Dalaran to Greed, nor had he brought up his suspicions about Kel’Thuzad.

Actually, when he was at Greed’s place, Jesse felt guilty for not telling him many things, like treating him as an outsider.

But now it seemed like it was the right decision not to tell.

In this world, there were some things he could only keep to himself for now, which would be beneficial for him and the people around him. Unless he truly possessed the power to change and control, a power that could only come from himself, not others.

"Greed Thunderfist, he is my best friend," Jesse answered.

Haliste thought for a moment and said, "Greed Thunderfist is indeed the dwarf warrior. Speaking of that order, the one you displayed at the Orcish Language meeting about Teron Gorefiend, could you explain how you obtained it again?"

Jesse glanced at Haliste and silently cursed, realizing he was waiting for him.

At the pharmacy entrance, he suddenly remembered he should talk to Greed about this, otherwise everything would be revealed.

If he knew it would be so troublesome, he would have just told the truth at the Language Orcish meeting.

It didn’t matter to Kel’Thuzad if he went to South Elwynn or if it turned into another Northrend, as Duskwood would end up the same anyway.

Feeling emotional, Jesse remembered the Ladimore family again.

Thinking about the boy by the campfire, he told himself he wanted his wife and kids to think he was a great father.

If everything continued as planned, they were already going to face a heavy disaster. Did they have to deal with Kel’Thuzad’s trouble because of Jesse’s herb picking trip?

Plus, he and his parents lived nearby… Yeah, they couldn’t let Kel’Thuzad pollute the area.

Jesse shook his head, saying, "I don’t want to relive the experience of Karazhan, Mr. Haliste. I already used up all my courage speaking out in that meeting. You can ask the other scholars there, they might remember better as observers than I do as a witness. It would be the same if I told it again."

Haliste nodded slightly, saying, "Ah, Karazhan, I understand what that means, of course. Well, I’m not here to intentionally bring up your painful past. But can I take another look at that order, Mr. Seso? The Kirin Tor wants me to study it further."

"You are late," Jesse said. "I have already given the order to the elves. You should go to the embassy in Quel’Thalas."

"Elves?" Haliste asked. "Why give it to the elves and not the Kirin Tor?"

Jesse raised his head and asked, "How much are you planning to offer?"

Haliste hesitated for a moment before not saying anything. Jesse asked again, "Do you not plan to offer even a copper? Is this a robbery then?"

"Absolutely not, Mr. Seso," Haliste immediately responded. "The Kirin Tor respects your decisions as the owner, but…"

Jesse placed the almost crumpled copy of the transcript on the table, spread it out, and said, "This is exactly the same as the content of the order. I copied it by hand, and it has been certified by Master Kel’Thuzad. You can take this, I am giving it to you for free."

After receiving it, Haliste said, "Thank you very much. I will take it with me, Mr. Seso. This is extremely important for our investigation."

With that, he signaled to a female mage and quickly went downstairs.

Is this considered passing?

Jesse walked downstairs and made sure that all the mages had left before feeling a bit relieved.

"Did you give that order to those people?" Duchamp asked while eating bread.

"I didn’t get a chance, teacher," Jesse said. "Do you remember the elf from this afternoon? He already bought my order."

Duchamp chuckled and said, "When I heard that person claim to be from Reliquary, I already knew what he was up to. Your order didn’t seem important, but after last night’s chaos, it was sure to attract attention. It’s good that it got sold, let them cause trouble among themselves."

"I was thinking the same thing," Jesse said, picking up a piece of bread. "When do you plan to return to Stormwind, teacher?"

Duchamp replied, "I’m leaving for Southshore tomorrow. When do you plan to go back? The academy starts classes on January 21st, so you need to be there by the 18th."

Jesse asked, "If we take a fast boat that doesn’t stop at Menethil Harbor, is it possible to arrive in 10 days?"

"You should give yourself some extra time," Duchamp advised. "Or should I try to find a fast boat that leaves on the 5th for you?"

Jesse accepted, saying, "Alright, thank you, teacher. Is it hard to find a boat now?"

"Should be fine, it’s still early and not as busy as November. So it’s just the two of us, right? Will Mr. Greed return to Stormwind?"

"Yes, thank you, teacher."

"I remember." Duchamp said, "I wish you both a smooth journey ahead, this trip has been quite bumpy."

"Wishing you a safe journey too, teacher."

After dinner, as Duchamp was getting ready to rest in his room, Jesse suddenly remembered about Mage Armor.

"Teacher, I need your help again…"

"What help?" Duchamp turned around.

"I want to practice a spell, and I want you to watch to prevent any accidents, can you?"

"I’m tired, I haven’t slept much since yesterday, Jesse. And your shoulder is injured, why are you pushing yourself… you look tired just by watching you."

Without waiting for Jesse to respond, Duchamp slammed the door shut.

Jesse thought he had been a bit too harsh, leaning back in the chair listening to Duchamp’s words, suddenly feeling very tired. Plus, with one arm injured, practicing mage spells was extremely difficult, especially since this spell required highly precise gestures. If something went wrong, it would disrupt tomorrow’s plans.