Chapter 219
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Chapter 219: Extra Value
After leaving The Slaughtered Lamb, it was still early, and there were hardly any people around Wizard’s Sanctum.
Jesse, holding his cloak, arrived at Larson’s clothing store, which had just opened.
Taking a few deep breaths, he pushed aside the image he saw in the basement, walked in and leaned on the counter, placing his cloak on top, saying, "Mr. Larson, how much will it cost to repair this?"
"Ah, seeing this thing I recognized you, I remember you."
Larson lifted the cloak and shook it, inspecting it, gasping.
"Young man, did you fight with a dragon?"
Jesse asked in amazement, "How did you know?"
Larson replied with a smirk, "I was just exaggerating."
"This is really a dragon…" Jesse said, "I encountered a dragon in Lordaeron, sir, if not for this cloak, I wouldn’t be alive."
Larson asked again, "Is this scorch mark really from dragon fire?"
"Yes," Jesse said, "Have you heard about dragons all over the continent of Lordaeron?"
"I have heard something," Larson nodded, "I thought it was just a rumor, Holy Light… indeed this scorch mark might slightly impair the cloak’s magical properties, but if I were you, I wouldn’t use magic to remove this mark."
"Why?" asked Jesse.
Larson leaned in to sniff the area where the cloak had burn marks and said, "Many elven tailors know that items burned by dragon fire, whether it’s from a black dragon or a Red Dragon, have a special smell that lingers for a long time. Although I haven’t exactly smelled something burned by a black dragon before, this cloak has a scent of Incendosaur skin or any leather that doesn’t carry the usual smell. It’s somewhat similar to the corrosive smell of Shadow Power but not exactly the same. Could this be the scent left by black dragon fire?"
"It should be. People from Lordaeron who have fought black dragons say the same," Jesse asked, "Is there any special use for this scent?"
"Of course. Let’s use the Red Dragon as an example," Larson said. "Humans can clearly sense this scent, and for other animals like wild wolves, bears… it’s even more pronounced. The fear of the dragon race is deeply embedded in their ancestors’ bones. Once they smell this scent, they become afraid, even run away. Only the very powerful or the lower creatures with no intellect do not avoid the scent of a black dragon."
"It has this effect too?"
Jesse, surprised, lifted the edge of the cloak. He didn’t feel any fear, but since the shopkeeper said so, he couldn’t miss out on making money, could he?
"Consider this," Larson said, "Why remove the battle scars from fighting a black dragon? This cloak must be more valuable now than when it was first made!"
"That’s true, I hadn’t thought of that," Jesse asked again, "But, will its resistance to flames be significantly reduced now? I still need it for protection. If I didn’t have this cloak on now, I might have been burned beyond recognition."
After a careful examination, Larson said, "It will require specific tests to determine. Do you want to stay here for a few days for testing? I estimate it won’t be less than eighty percent."
"Do you want money?"
"Of course, I want to invite an enchanter to come and see."
"In that case." Jesse took the cloak and said, "My wizard robe is also burnt, and I need money to buy a new one…"
Even though Jesse had no money, he always thought that when he had money, he would definitely buy better magic equipment and more powerful magic weapons to deal with all kinds of monsters outside.
But now, holding several gold coins in his hand, he felt that spending money was not as carefree as when he only had a few silver coins.
After all, once he saw a glimmer of hope for buying a house, he always felt that he should save every bit he could.
James Larson asked, "Are you planning to order now?"
"Do you have it in stock, sir?"
"Yes, but we may not have the right height for you… How tall are you? 6 feet?"
"I don’t know, last time I measured here but didn’t tell me the specific size," Jesse said the last time he knew his height when he was 15 years old, now he doesn’t know how much he has grown.
"Then let me measure again." Larson took out a tape measure and measured, saying, "Between 5 feet 8 inches and 9 inches."
This is probably 1.72 to 1.75 meters, which means Jesse is almost taller than the last generation.
"Sir, how old are you this year?"
"Eighteen years old, to be exact, ten days to eighteen," Jesse said.
"You still have room to grow, sir, how about I pick out a 10-inch one for you?"
"Okay, thank you Mr. Larson," Jesse said. "I hope to get a sturdier one this time, with a budget of around 20 silver coins, and not too long, not inconvenient to move in."
Larson thought for a moment, saying, "I happen to have a set of Battle Mage robes in almost the same size, more sturdy than the usual apprentice robes, but because the style is simpler, it looks no different from the usual mage robes, although it’s long, but the hem is raised higher for the convenience of the Battle Mages, would you like this one? You can have it for 18 silver coins."
"The downside is that after spring, you’ll need to prepare another robe for summer, sir, because this outfit is indeed a bit thick, even if you don’t wear a shirt inside, it will be quite hot in the summer."
Jesse thought for a moment and said, "I’d better choose something I can wear all year round."
"Wait here, I’ll go find it for you."
Larson went to the back, while Jesse checked his pocket watch and wished he had worn new clothes for the registration yesterday. He worried if his old shirt would give a bad impression to his new classmates.
Thinking about this, Jesse shook his head. As someone who had slain dragons in Lordaeron, faced Gul’dan’s apprentice in Dalaran, fought gryphons in the Hinterlands, and had a friendly conversation with the Ranger-General’s sister in Silvermoon City, it was beneath him to worry about what these kids thought of him.
"Sir, you can take a look at this one." Larson came out with a slightly faded brownish-green old robe, saying, "This robe was received during the last Harvest Festival, it’s slightly shorter than the previous one but is still decent. Its previous owner was a mage from Kul Tiras, similar in size to you. Though this robe is old, it’s made of silk from the island and Mageweave Cloth, so it may be a bit expensive. However, it fits your requirements in terms of size and characteristics. The Mageweave Cloth used in this robe is specially enchanted to resist elemental damage, making it hard to catch fire. If it gets torn, the repair cost is low because the materials aren’t rare. What do you think?"
"How much is it going to cost me?"
"You can have it for 27 silver coins."
"Let me try it on first."
Jesse put on the robe and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt quite handsome and, most importantly, wearing this medium-length robe made him truly feel like a mage.
The simple 12 silver coin short robe was fine in Stormwind, but once in Dalaran, it felt out of place.
"So why did the previous owner sell it?"
"Ah… it has nothing to do with the clothes themselves, sir."
"Can you tell me more?" Jesse suddenly became curious.
Larson said, "This robe was made by a mage’s wife, but they got divorced, so she sold it. It’s as simple as that."
Jesse nodded, relieved that it wasn’t due to bizarre reasons like dying in dragon fire or being expelled for studying Necromancy.
"Then I’ll take this one."
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