Chapter 268

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Chapter 268: The Doctor of Duskwood

"Thomas Wolfe?"

Jesse tried hard to remember anything about this name, but in the end, couldn’t find anything.

"Yes, Mr. Wolfe," Morgan said. "He fits your description. His wife, Mrs. Eliza Wolfe, fell very ill a couple of years ago, it seemed to be some kind of terrible disease. Mr. Wolfe used to be the best doctor around here, he treated most of Raven Hill. But his wife’s illness drove him to the brink, he lost everything… He tried everything but nothing seemed to help, her condition worsened each year. I haven’t seen him in a long time, I don’t know how he coped."

"I remember this person," Jesse asked. "Are there any other possibilities?"

"The married Alchemist, the doctor, still alive, who’s been to Raven Hill and Darkshire, I can only think of him," Morgan took a deep breath and asked, "So do you think he’s connected to that Death Knight? What about Abercrombie he mentioned?"

"It’s really hard to say," Jesse said. "I only heard that this so-called Abercrombie knows some clues, and the informant who told me about him barely knew anything about his identity, so I’m just guessing."

"So you’re an investigator from the Wizard’s Sanctum, right?" Morgan lowered his eyes and looked at Jesse’s fingers, saying, "You didn’t mention it last time you came. If it really is Mr. Wolfe… if he did something wrong, I hope… Well, maybe it’s not for me to say, Jesse, but he cured my illness many times."

"Right now it’s just suspicion, Morgan," Jesse said. "Don’t worry too much, I’m just going to ask a few questions."

Late at night, Jesse went downstairs to fetch some water, thinking about Abercrombie on the way back.

Thomas Wolfe sounded so ordinary, like a teacher, or a farmer with some money, or the mayor’s accountant, which diluted the evil and corrupt aura of Abercrombie.

What Morgan Ladimore said about Wolfe’s past made Jesse find it harder to see him as a crazy undead stranger.

How far has Abercrombie gone now?

Did he try to conduct necromantic experiments with corpses from the Great Mausoleum? Did he attempt to test his necromantic powers using the lives of townspeople?

Jesse knew nothing except what he heard from Morgan, so he couldn’t judge the whole situation.

Of course, he couldn’t relax completely. In a dozen years, Abercrombie would become a ruthless dangerous person, even if the factors prompting his transformation weren’t fully present yet. He noticed Vereesa sitting by the window on the other side of the hallway, eating some biscuits brought from Stormwind.

"Um… Asselwin?"

"Jesse, you’re not asleep yet?"

"Just getting up to fix something. Can’t sleep?"

"I’m not tired yet."

"Okay." Jesse yawned and said, "I’m sorry for slowing you down, I really can’t function without sleep at night."

Vereesa smiled and said, "You didn’t slow me down. When I was in Raven Hill before, I couldn’t find any useful clues. The humans were wary of me and didn’t say anything. I didn’t know where to start asking. It might take me weeks to learn what you found out in just one night. It seems like the people here are very familiar with you. What were you here for last time?"

"Last time I was here, I hunted an Orc’s Worg with Greed," Jesse said. "I brought back some meat to share with everyone, so some people remember me."

"Hunting a Worg and having a feast with the townspeople doesn’t sound like something a warlock would do," Vereesa said. "Coming here this time, I feel like I’m starting to understand you less, Jesse. There has to be a process of overcoming prejudice."

Jesse said, "Someone told me that only by entering another world personally, by interacting with different people and cultures in that world, can we gain a deeper understanding. Information heard indirectly from others will always be biased."

"That makes sense. Who told you that?"

"Kel’Thuzad. Well, I’m off to bed."

"Sleep well, Jesse."

Early the next day, Jesse sat by the fountain that had turned into dirty water, looking towards the west, hoping for another church carriage to come and pick them up.

Vereesa was even more anxious than him, standing far away at the intersection, as if standing further back could make the carriage go faster.

Just then, Morgan walked over and said, "It should be coming soon, every morning at this time, the Moonbrook carriage carries goods to Darkshire, Jesse."

"So you’ve also gotten used to calling it Darkshire." Jesse said.

"That’s right," Morgan said. "Lord Ebonlocke wants us to accept the current situation of this forest earlier, mentally preparing for a long-term battle. I understand his thoughts, and the current situation in Darkshire is indeed not bad."

"If you really find Mr. Thomas Wolfe is involved with the Death Knight, would you kill him?"

"Kill him?" Jesse said. "I probably wouldn’t, maybe I would tell the Wizard’s Sanctum."

"Both Darkshire and Raven Hill are in urgent need of good doctors who can treat diseases," Morgan said. "If he hasn’t committed any unforgivable sins, I hope you can spare him and give him a chance to repent."

"You sound like you’re pretty sure he’s already in trouble." Jesse said.

"I don’t know," Morgan said. "But I’ve heard some rumors. Anyway, stay safe, Seso."

"I’ll remember," Jesse said.

At that moment, Vereesa shouted something in Elvish, which Jesse didn’t understand at all.

She pointed into the distance and said, "Here they come, Jesse."

"It’s a carriage," Jesse said. "Looks like we’ve arrived."

"We’ll meet again in the future," Morgan said with a raised eyebrow, whispering, "You better step up your game, Jesse."

"What?" Jesse turned around, looking puzzled.

Morgan glanced slyly at the back of the elf and whispered, "Haven’t you heard about General Turalyon? When we meet next time, will you be bringing a half-elf child along?"

Jesse leaned in seriously and said, "It’s hard to say."

"I was joking, but you really believed it…"

The two of them laughed together, then looking into the distance, Vereesa waved towards a faintly visible carriage.