Chapter 275

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Chapter 275: The Greedy Mercenaries

Although called Darkshire, the town didn’t look any different during the day or night, not everyone actually enjoyed being out at night.

As midnight approached, the streets gradually emptied, with only a few night-watch soldiers and late-night carriages passing by, every household’s windows were tightly shut and most lights turned off.

Jesse looked towards the town center’s crossroads, the fountain that resembled a tombstone in its decoration, the towering clock tower of the town hall in the distance, finally feeling a chilling atmosphere from the game setting.

A thin, limping man shouted as he crossed the street, "The end is near! Grand Town is about to be punished! The kingdom has been cursed!" and similar phrases.

Whether passing soldiers or other people, no one seemed interested in what he said, except for Jesse, the stranger, who was willing to give him a second glance.

The tavern was quite busy. Jesse sat by a window, feeling his stomach growling as almost all the food had been eaten along the way.

Vereesa sat across from him, constantly smelling her hood and cloak. Eventually, she took them off.

"Smells like a dead person!"

After removing her cloak, she untied her hair, letting her silver hair fall down, instantly looking like an elf.

"Want some wine?" Jesse asked.

"No, thank you."

"You should celebrate surviving from the Ogre and finally finding the Death Knight’s whereabouts."

"Alcohol will cloud my judgment."

"What do you plan to do next?" Jesse asked. "I mean a job that requires good judgment."

Vereesa looked up at Jesse, then glanced at the bar counter behind her, scanning the customers and said, "Okay, I don’t want strong alcohol."

Jesse smiled and said, "You need to adapt to the way things are done here, elf, if you’re coming with me. Every time I survive from Greed, I need to have some drinks to appreciate the beauty of being alive."

He ordered two light beers, a piece of cheese, smoked ham slices, and two pieces of dry bread from the sommelier.

"Honestly, Vereesa," he said as he looked around at the people in the tavern, "Although I don’t agree with you going alone, I also doubt that the Kingdom of Stormwind can offer you much help."

"Whether it’s the Death Knight or The Shattered Hand, they may not be within the Kingdom of Stormwind. Even if mages and the kingdom’s army are within the borders, they struggle with various troubles, let alone helping you hunt down someone hiding abroad."

"What about the two of you?" Vereesa asked. "Surely things would be much better if you both helped, right?"

"Unfortunately," Jesse replied, "Greed Thunderfist has gone to Ironforge and will probably take two to three months to return. I suggest you reveal your identity and seek help from other elves; the situation will improve."

"Your sister didn’t say not to ask other elves for help, did she?"

"Doesn’t that make all the difficulties I overcame before meaningless?" Vereesa said, "I took on this task to prove to Sylvanas that I can investigate independently."

"The investigation is now complete," Jesse said. "We are very close to that Death Knight now. After we find out the whereabouts of The Shattered Hand, you can report your progress to the Ranger-General and she can figure out how to send mages or Farstriders to complete the next steps."

"I want to catch that guy myself," Vereesa sighed, "I can feel that Sylvanas knows I won’t be able to complete this task, she just wants to teach me a lesson or keep me out of her sight so she doesn’t have to deal with me anymore. She doesn’t really care about where this Death Knight is going, she is more concerned about the remaining artifact."

"So I must complete this, to show her that I am not a little girl who should be spanked by her sister, but a true Farstriders warrior, just like the Windrunners."

The sommelier served the wine and food, Jesse took a big sip of the wine and popped a slice of cheese into his mouth.

"If you feel it’s right, why do you have such conflicts between the two of you, to the point where she’s willing to let you take such a big risk to do something she doesn’t value, and yet you still insist…"

"I’m sorry, Jesse, but this is between us," Vereesa whispered, "I just want to know, will you help me?"

"Of course, I’ll help you," Jesse said, "But this sounds like a suicide mission this time. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it, that’s The Shattered Hand, not to mention the mysterious Death Knight."

"Alright, you’re right, I’ve heard of The Shattered Hand," Vereesa said, "They are said to be a group of gladiators and assassins."

After speaking, she took a sip of beer and frowned.

"Why isn’t it sweet at all?"

"Should it be sweet?" Jesse said as he put a piece of smoked ham in his mouth and continued, "To be honest, I already have a guess about the location of this Death Knight."

"Do you know that place?" Vereesa asked.

Jesse replied, "There is an Orc camp in the desert to the east of Burning Steppes, maybe it’s the camp of the exiled Shattered Hand Orcs. I saw that place when mages were investigating Orc hideouts before."

"Because it’s neither the territory of Bronzebeard Dwarves nor Dark Iron Dwarves, nor is it the border of the Kingdom of Stormwind. And those Orcs can’t cross the entire Kingdom of Stormwind back to the Dark Portal, especially now that the Dark Portal has been captured by the Alliance. They are almost forced to survive in that wilderness, with nowhere else to go. But the problem is, it’s a real Orc settlement, Vereesa. Are you planning to bring me there to attack that place? It’s not just some Gnoll Campsite."

"Of course not," Vereesa said. "Since that’s the case, we can go see what’s happening there first, Jesse, and see if the Death Knight is there. After all, it’s been several months, anything could have happened."

"To be honest, I have some doubts about you," Jesse scratched his head and said, "You, this woman… darn it, always so impulsive. What if you rush in and start a fight? Should I help you or not?"

Vereesa couldn’t help but laugh and said, "It’s because you are always so slow, never knowing what you’re thinking on your own."

"I’m tired and hungry, what do you expect? You keep taking my food and don’t let me sleep…" Jesse said, "Stop talking nonsense, at least I can’t go back empty-handed."

Vereesa picked up the remaining half cup of wine and drank it all in one go, then slammed the elven blade she had lent to Jesse on the table.

"Do you like my previous sword? Help me with this task, and I will give it to you. This sword is called Seraldebelor, or in Common tongue, the Blade of Sunshine."

Jesse looked at the exquisite dagger, swallowed, and asked, "Wait, do I only get it after catching that Death Knight?"

Vereesa said, "Take me to that place, let’s assess the situation. If there’s really no chance to succeed, then I’ll listen to you and seek help from other elves, and the blade will be yours. If there is a chance, I have more rewards for you, how about that? Everything can be discussed further. And, since you’re concerned, I promise I won’t take any action without consulting you first. You should know that I originally planned to eliminate the Alchemist’s wife directly, but since you have other considerations, I will follow your wishes, right?"

Jesse nodded, "Let’s settle it that way. Let me go back and plan the route, potions, and everything we need."