Chapter 212

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Chapter 212: End of the Holiday

No matter how interesting the journey, the first trip can be full of novelty, the second trip might be nostalgic, but the third trip… would just be boring.

Not to mention sailing on the sea, all he could see was blue.

Along the way, Jesse’s mind was filled with a thought countless times, hoping for some sort of sea monster to pass the time.

Of course, each passing second made him feel that it was better to just let it go.

This is a Kul Tiras merchant ship, which, unlike the goblin big ship, does not stop at Menethil Harbor and is much faster. This was the arrangement Jesse made with Professor Duchamp when he asked for help booking a spot.

The only downside was that Greed and Jesse were among the few passengers on board. Eighty percent of the people on the ship were Kul Tiras sailors, and they spoke a difficult common language that the two of them didn’t even bother trying to communicate in.

So the already boring journey became even more gloomy, and any trace of homesickness that lingered after leaving their hometown was completely melted away by the torment on board the ship after just a few days.

Fortunately, the ship sailed fast and arrived at Stormwind Harbor on the afternoon of the 16th.

When Jesse saw the familiar spire of the Cathedral of Light from afar, it felt like seeing a beloved relative.

As he walked to the dock, an overwhelming sense of joy surged up within him. He raised both hands high, palms facing outwards, lightly lifting his chin, gazing towards the church reflecting the golden sunlight and shouted loudly–

"Ah… praise the… praise the Holy Light!"

"Hail the Holy Light…"

"Oh my goodness!"

"The Holy Light is watching over us."

There were responders everywhere.

Greed came down from the ship carrying a bag. He glanced at Jesse and asked, "Are you planning to go to the cathedral to look for a job, so you’re practicing in advance?"

Jesse shielded his eyes from the sun and looked at the not-so-busy harbor, where Stormwind soldiers in blue capes were. He said, "I’m just thankful that the Holy Light blessed us with fair winds all the way!"

"You really want to thank the Holy Light sincerely? No one would believe that," muttered Greed. "I’ve known you for a long time. You’re one of those who either follow by all that is holy or curse the Holy Light when things don’t go your way."

"Are you out of your mind?" Jesse looked around to make sure no one was listening before asking, "Don’t you want to be a priest anymore?"

"What priest am I now?" Greed patted the hammer hanging from his belt and said, "If the Holy Light doesn’t want to look after me, and even the servants of the Holy Light are too busy to care about me, then I’ll just stick to my old ways! Hurry and take your books and things, I’ll carry them for you along the way. It’s really exhausting."

"Thank you so much," Jesse said as he moved his wooden box outside.

The two of them sat down on the wooden posts at the dock, taking a break after sorting out their messy luggage.

The sun set quickly, and now the sky was darker than before.

Jesse asked, "Are we still drinking tonight?"

"I can’t do it anymore. Let’s do it tomorrow or the day after. I just want to go to sleep now, I don’t even want to eat dinner."

Greed grumbled a few words and stood up, supporting himself with his knees.

"I’m going home to see if my family has moved out yet. You should also go back early. We’ll meet another day."

After hearing Greed’s words, Jesse also felt a bit tired. Reluctantly, he waved his hand and managed to stand up.

After all, they couldn’t fall asleep at the dock. Now, with all his belongings, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

In the evening, Jesse staggered back to his rental, opened the door, cautiously sniffed the inside, finding no strange smell. He checked everywhere and didn’t find any problems either.

The house has been empty for less than two months, with just some dust settling, nothing else has changed.

That’s great!

In the past life, leaving home for two months only to come back and find the small light in the toilet still on. Curious if it was left on by mistake when entering, touched it and ended up burning myself. Still haunted by this painful memory in this life.

Packed up the luggage, tidied up the room, did a quick clean, and lay down on the cool bed.

Thinking back on the experiences in the Lordaeron continent, it felt like listening to someone else’s story rather than my own journey.

He looked at the scars on his cloak left by the leopard and the burnt spot from the dragon. The colors were mismatched, as if splattered with ink.

Opening his clothes, looking at the dreadful scar on his shoulder, touching it lightly, still feeling some hidden pain.

Even now, he can’t believe he truly defeated Teron Gorefiend…

If Gorefiend abandoned his body in Dalaran, where would he go next? Would he escape back to the Dark Portal in spirit form, or hide in some unknown corner awaiting rebirth?

Will this person hold a grudge and come looking for trouble?

Going back to the Dark Portal should be more important to him than fighting with himself.

As long as Deathwing or Kel’Thuzad help him get the Eye of Dalaran, he should immediately find a way to return to Ner’zhul, the current leader of the Horde.

"Saenor, you can come out now!"

"Master…" The fire imp poked its head out of the bag and asked, "Where did that chubby guy go?"

"You won’t see him for a while." Jesse lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and said, "I mean, if you see him again, it’s best not to say anything provocative or anger him on purpose."

"I know, I know!" the imp said. "That guy is just too troublesome. If it weren’t for him, the master would be much stronger now!"

"I’m sure I would be dead by now if it wasn’t for him." Jesse hugged his arms and said, "And you would still be a slave under your king, always at risk of being harmed. Do you want to go back?"

"Of course not!" the imp laughed. "Hmm, so that chubby little guy isn’t completely useless! But master, why did you call me out?"

"Of course you should continue your work," Jesse said. "Now that I have money to buy supplies, your task is to write down everything I tell you and help me master Demonic magic!"

"Understood…" imp asked with a worried expression. "Should we start working now?"

"Tomorrow," Jesse said. "I will be back from Wizard’s Sanctum tomorrow and bring you all the tools you need. Then you can start your work. You must be diligent and meticulous! When I become powerful with Demonic magic, you will benefit too. Your treatment will definitely improve."

"What kind of treatment…?" imp asked.

"For now, I might consider letting you stroll outside instead of being cooped up all the time," Jesse said. "But you need to get better at hiding yourself."

"Really?!" imp asked. "Can I move around freely?"

"Freely? You’re getting ahead of yourself. I also want to be free," Jesse said.

"No! I think the master is especially free!"

"Enough, stop talking about freedom. I’m going to sleep now," Jesse turned to the side. "If you want to stay outside, stay outside. Don’t go out, hide if someone approaches you, don’t wake me up."

"Understood, master!"