Chapter 290

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Chapter 290: Eastvale

On the agreed day, bring the package, carry two magic wands on your back, and wait at the entrance of The Gilded Rose.

Vereesa clearly brought a lot of things, her small bag was bulging, and there were more arrows in the quiver on her back compared to last time.

"How many arrows did you bring?"

"Twenty-seven, rarely bring this many out, feels a bit heavy."

She sat on the nearby steps, watching the busy crowd in the trading area and asked, "So, have you made a plan? How are we going to that deserted land? Although I looked at a map, I couldn’t find a very detailed one, only have a rough direction, still unsure about the specifics. You said you’ve been there before, right?"

"I’ve been to the north of Redridge, but haven’t entered that desert area," Jesse said, "Let’s first find a car, go to Darkshire or Lakeshire, stay at the Eastvale inn for a night, leave for Lakeshire the next day, rest, eat something, gather more supplies. Next, we’ll have to climb the mountain and head northeast."

"Do you want to go up the mountain?" asked Vereesa.

Jesse glanced at the passing Yellow Robe Priest and said, "The plains to the north of Redridge were a battlefield a few years ago, and there are still many bodies left there that no one dares to clean up because it’s too dangerous. Even now, Orcs and Dark Iron Dwarves are still fighting there. There are few people on the mountain, making it easy to avoid danger. Although it’s a bit of a detour, it’s safer."

"Since you’re familiar with it, I’ll follow your lead," Vereesa looked at Jesse’s bag and asked, "What did you bring?"

Jesse opened his big bag and took out his Warlock Pack containing Saenor, placing it on the ground.

After much thought at home, he decided to bring the imp along as a last resort, knowing that having an extra ally would be useful for both setting fires and Blood Pact.

As for Molofeel, although that demon was powerful, Jesse always felt a strange sensation when it was nearby. Following Vereesa with Molofeel made him uneasy.

"I have 7 Invisibility Potions; I intended to make 10, but I miscalculated the materials. Then we have 3 Anti-Magic Potions to share. We also have 6 basic Shadow Protection Potions, which should withstand a Curse of Agony or two Shadow Bolts, 2 lesser Mana Potions, and 2 Healing Potions for treating injuries."

"There’s one Antidote Potion, not sure if it can counteract the Poison of Undeath; the Alchemist said it might not work, but it’s handy for scorpion venom. Also, a potent Healing Potion—remember to have me drink it when I’m close to death."

"Next, we have bandages infused with magic Mageweave Cloth from the Mage Quarter, 2 lesser Agility Potions for you to use when needed, and a gray potion whose name I don’t know—avoid drinking it as it tastes awful; it’s prepared for me." After counting, Jesse stood up, stretched, and said, "Well, Ms. Vereesa, tuck a few bottles into your clothes; these potions weigh too much."

Vereesa seemed a little confused, she counted out 4 bottles of Invisibility Potion, 1 bottle of anti-magic potion, 3 bottles of shadow protection, 1 bottle of healing potion, and all the agility elixirs, and put them in her bag.

When she saw the bottle of antidote, she looked up and asked, "Scorpion, what kind of scorpion?"

"A poisonous scorpion living in the north of Redridge." Jesse said, "Very powerful, this antidote can cure its poison. I suddenly wondered, if we encounter a scorpion, can you talk to it and let it spare our lives? Does your ability to talk to animals work on insects too?"

Vereesa stared at Jesse for a while and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Sorry, I don’t know much… just curious. I will burn them down when the time comes."

Jesse said, looking at the full quiver behind her, "I also brought some sweet spices, salt, and so on. If you get hungry on the way, we can roast meat to eat. I will rely on you for hunting."

"Sounds good," Vereesa asked, "Do you know how to cook?"

Jesse cleared his throat, "It’s okay, I’ve cooked meat before anyway."

Vereesa squinted and asked, "How many times?"

"Once, and not cooked." Jesse admitted.

Vereesa couldn’t help but laugh and said, "I’m in a similar situation. We can learn from each other."

"Yes, let’s progress together."

Jesse stood up straight and looked at a soldier riding a horse passing by on the road, thinking about what else he had forgotten.

"Wyrmkin." He muttered, "We need to be careful of Wyrmkin."

"Red or black?" Vereesa asked.

"Black." Jesse pointed to her pouch containing the Magic Resistance Potion, saying, "If we really encounter Wyrmkin, no matter if he sees us or not, drink this first. It can be effective for a long time."

Vereesa’s expression turned serious, she whispered, "I understand."

The two of them set off in a horse-drawn carriage to Lakeshire, arriving at Eastvale Inn at night.

They found a tent near a military camp, which had been abandoned by someone unknown. They cleaned it up a bit to use as a place to rest overnight.

It was late at night, and Jesse curled up inside the tent, thinking about the days ahead. However, he couldn’t focus because it was so cold outside that he had to cover himself with all the clothes and cloaks he had brought, but still felt cold.

Just as he was about to fall asleep quickly, he heard a faint noise that made him groggy.

The sound gradually grew louder and clearer, and Jesse could start to distinguish the tones inside.

What instrument was making that sound? Did she bring an instrument? Curious, Jesse leaned closer to the tent opening to steal a glance outside. In the moonlight, Vereesa sat there gazing at the dark road ahead, holding a yellowing leaf and playing an unknown tune.

The rhythm was slow and melodious, reminiscent of the song "Highborne’s Exchange Song," but the melody was very different.

He watched the elf, observing her mouth shape and gestures, wondering how she produced such a melodious sound with that leaf.

If he were to try blowing on it, it would probably sound like a fart. Even Greed could only manage to produce a whistle with his claws; after all, in his past life, all his spare time was spent practicing hitting water floats.

At that moment, Vereesa noticed him, looked in his direction, but did not stop playing.

Jesse paused for a moment.

He seemed to understand why so many heroes would sacrifice everything, even their lives, to protect this world. Even in front of the Legion’s gate, facing a threat like Sargeras that could shake the Twisting Nether, they did not flinch.

This is what they were protecting – the forest before them, the soldiers quietly listening in the distance, the cold wind brushing through the branches at night, all this beauty and touching scenes.