Chapter 267

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Chapter 267: The Warlock in the Tavern

Following the iron fence of the Great Mausoleum, it didn’t take long before Jesse could see the abandoned houses on the outskirts of Raven Hill. The location of this place was still vivid in his memory.

It was late at night, though for Duskwood, it was only slightly darker. Upon arriving at the square in Raven Hill town, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it seemed even more desolate than the last time he was here.

In the evening, the tavern was still quite crowded, but the elf was clearly more intriguing to people’s attention than Jesse, a stranger. Many people were drinking and staring at Vereesa.

Vereesa was calm, much more composed now towards the gaze of these foreigners than when she first arrived in Stormwind.

Jesse approached the counter, the same balding man as the owner. He glanced at the customers in front of him, then at the elf, then back and said, "I remember you."

"Yes, I’ve been here before, sir."

The owner jokingly said, "Last time you brought a dwarf, was that you? This time you brought an elven lady, next time will it be a Gnomish girl?"

"Maybe a troll woman next time," remarked a middle-aged man next to them.

Laughter erupted from a few people in the distance, the owner glanced at them, then discreetly looked at Jesse, feeling somewhat guilty for starting this conversation.

Jesse said, "Perhaps a demon?" The laughter in the tavern abruptly stopped upon hearing the word "demon."

The customers stole glances at him, looking at the thin black staff wrapped in a dirty yellow cloth on his back, the charred gemmed wand in his hand, the black-brown cloak with burning runes, the crimson circlet under the hood. The more they looked, the less they felt the newcomer was joking.

In the air floated a strange smell that was hard to describe. It seemed to appear when the two customers entered the room, and now, in the silence, it became even stronger.

"Sorry, sir, I’m really sorry, Miss Elf," said the middle-aged man with his head lowered.

Vereesa nodded, while Jesse stared at the man as he placed a silver coin on the counter, saying, "Two rooms, please, for one night, boss."

"The last two rooms at the end of the east side on the second floor," the boss asked. "Would you like anything else to eat?"

"I’ll have a piece of cheese, two slices of bread, sprinkle some salt on one, and sprinkle some icing on the other."

"Please wait downstairs for a while, both of you."

The boss walked into the back kitchen and suddenly, the door of the inn slammed open, making all the customers turn to look.

A familiar young face appeared at the door, holding a long sword, dressed in a white shirt commonly worn by Stormwind soldiers, with a leather jacket, looking like a sheriff.

"Morgan?"

Morgan Ladimore’s face, which was originally serious, suddenly smiled. "Seso? It’s you… Just now outside, I thought you were some wild warlock. Did my visit to Raven Hill last time leave any lasting impact on you?"

"Even if there is a lasting impact, it’s time to face it," Jesse said. "I have something to tell you, so your timing is perfect."

"Boss, one order of fried spider legs, please," Morgan shouted towards the kitchen. "Make sure to remove the hair properly, I don’t want to end up with blood all over my mouth again!"

"Alright, alright, you’ve been complaining about such a trivial matter for two years now!" came the boss’s voice from the kitchen.

"Spider legs…" Jesse looked at Vereesa and asked, "Can you eat that?"

"Of course," the elf said. "Even though I’ve never tried it before."

"It’s not much different from eating crab legs," Morgan chuckled as he glanced at Vereesa, then paused and said, "Elf… Elf? Um, I think I’ve seen you before, have you visited here earlier?"

Vereesa nodded and said, "It was probably last week, but I didn’t stay in town for long."

"Morgan, this is Asselwin Goldenthorn, a ranger from Quel’Thalas," Jesse said. "Assel, this is Morgan Ladimore, the town guard of Raven Hill."

"Hello," Vereesa said with a smile as she reached out her hand.

Morgan wiped his hand on his clothes before shaking hands with her, and said with a slightly teasing tone, "Hello."

After they all sat down, Morgan awkwardly admitted, "Honestly, I have never spoken to an elf in my whole life, let alone shake hands. In fact, a few years ago, I didn’t even believe that elves existed in the world…"

"In the future, Mr. Ladimore, we will have more opportunities to meet," Vereesa said, "After all, we are now in the same team."

Morgan nodded and asked, "I hope so, but why are you here this time?"

Jesse replied, "We are here to investigate about that Worgen…"

"Worgen? Are you really sure there are Worgen here?" Morgan asked, surprised.

Jesse explained, "We are not certain if there are really Worgen here, considering the vastness of this place and the various dark curses. But we suspect that the Worgen seen by the residents of Raven Hill might actually be a Death Knight. Have you heard of Death Knights before?"

"I’ve heard of them," Morgan nodded, "Are they scarier than Worgen?"

"The Death Knight’s target shouldn’t be this town," Vereesa said. "But I found some things left by the Death Knight in the Great Mausoleum, and Jesse and I suspect that someone here or in Darkshire is helping the Death Knight… So we want to find some clues through you."

"Honestly, there aren’t many people left in this town," Morgan said.

The innkeeper placed bread, cheese, and spider legs on the table in turn. After the innkeeper left, he continued, "To think that among the remaining people, there are those who have helped the traitors of the tribe…"

He glanced at the customers in the shop, lowered his voice, and said, "Well, I can’t rule out that possibility either."

"So, are there any people who used to live in Raven Hill and have now moved to Darkshire?" Jesse asked.

"Many, many," Morgan said. "Far more than those who still live in Raven Hill. By the way, do you have any suspects in mind?"

Jesse had to admit that Morgan Ladimore indeed had some potential as a detective.

"Actually, is there someone named Abercrombie in town?"

"Abercrombie?" Morgan frowned and said, "I’ve never heard of that name. Could it be someone living in Darkshire? Honestly, I don’t know many people in Darkshire. Maybe my wife knows more."

"But don’t you think this name sounds a bit strange? It sounds like it’s pieced together."

Jesse was reminded by Morgan’s words that people in Darkshire had no knowledge of the name Abercrombie even after more than a decade, even the mayor was clueless. So, is this a fake name to disguise oneself?

"It is indeed quite strange."

Jesse looked very concernedly at the roasted spider leg on the table, feeling like spiders were crawling all over him.

"Do we have more clues, like what he does, what he looks like, if he is married or not…" Morgan said while picking up a twig.

Jesse thought for a moment and said, "He was supposed to be an Alchemist, a doctor… And it seems like his wife may have died of illness, well, she could also be bedridden with a serious illness for years, I’m not quite sure."

As Morgan listened to Jesse’s words, her expression gradually became complicated.

"You must be talking about Mr. Thomas Wolfe."