Chapter 305

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Chapter 305: Who Are You?

Jesse turned around to see Vereesa holding a shimmering golden Wizard Oil-infused long blade, her eyes cold and unfamiliar.

The spark in her eyes flickered, her face, neck, and collarbone covered in scars that seemed to be healing, with bandages already changed on her abdomen.

"What have you done to Jesse Seso?" the elf said coldly.

Jesse swallowed involuntarily, realizing that his muttering of those spells earlier might have led the ranger to misunderstand.

"I am Jesse Seso," Jesse said. "Teron Gorefiend is already dead."

"Do you think I will fall for that?" Vereesa said. "I won’t leave his body to you, monster. Let’s see if you can survive this time!"

Speaking of elves raising the knife, Jesse glanced at the shining blade and said, "Wait! Do you have any Blessed Wizard Oil? Pour some on my skin. If I were a Death Knight, there would definitely be a reaction."

Vereesa thought for a moment, then nodded.

She stared as Jesse stepped back to the luggage, took out a bottle of golden oil, and handed it to him.

Jesse took it and poured a drop into his palm, then lifted his hand, saying, "See, nothing’s wrong, right? I am alive…" Before he could finish speaking, white smoke started coming out of his palm.

"Uh… ah…"

Intense pain spread from Jesse’s palm, causing him to howl in agony. He frantically wiped off the substance on his hand with his sleeve, then vomited violently against the stone wall, spewing out piles of necrotic matter.

"What’s happening…"

He kept muttering and dry heaving, while Vereesa seemed hesitant upon seeing Jesse in such a state. Would Teron Gorefiend really use sacred energy to harm himself like this?

"What is going on?" Jesse turned around, saying, "How did I get burned? Am I a dead person now? But I am still breathing."

He took a deep breath twice, coughing because he breathed in too quickly.

Vereesa glanced at Jesse’s palm, then felt Jesse’s neck, sensing the pulse of the blood vessels.

"You’re still alive."

"Then… why, why was I burned by this magical oil?"

"I think these dark decayed substances infected your body." Vereesa pointed to the black water on the ground and said, "You vomited many times while unconscious because of these dark decayed substances."

Jesse remembered the Orc vomiting uncontrollably in his mind earlier. Perhaps Teron Gorefiend did indeed forcefully occupy a part of his body, just not completely taking control. He was a powerful Death Knight, skilled in manipulating soul power, so in Jesse’s mind, his soul was being abused like a helpless prey.

But ultimately, he was in Jesse’s mind, and that world was not under his control.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Jesse asked.

Vereesa replied, "It might have been a day, or a night, it’s been dark here all the time, I can’t tell for sure. So, what happened exactly?"

Jesse said, "Teron Gorefiend got into my brain."

"I saw it," Vereesa said. "But when you woke up, you were still muttering those… those words, they sounded like demonic whispers. I thought…"

"That’s something in his brain," Jesse said. "His consciousness disappeared quickly, I wanted to remember some of it before it faded completely, so I tried to speak it out to help remember."

"What are they?" Vereesa asked.

"Spells, conversations, some images, I can’t explain clearly, but those are things that Teron Gorefiend remembered," Jesse sighed and said, "Damn, they disappeared too quickly, I don’t know if I remembered them clearly."

"If these memories didn’t disappear, then you wouldn’t be yourself, right?" Vereesa sat beside him and said, "At least this shows that you defeated him."

Jesse nodded, then suddenly a strong feeling of nausea surged up.

He turned his head and vomited several times, this time the black vile vomit was much less than last time. Now, he realized that the whole temple was filled with the stench of the necrotic residue he had vomited.

"How are you? I remember you… seemed to be injured." He looked at the elf.

"I’m okay," Vereesa said. "Just some scratches on the skin. Even though he’s a ghost and a bit tricky to deal with, he’s not as powerful as he was in Dalaran. But if he takes over your body, I don’t know what would happen."

Jesse sighed in relief, looking at the Warlock Pack in the distance. "Sorry, I need to quickly jot down those things with a pen. It would be a disaster if I forget later."

He got up and ran to open the package, taking out two sheets of paper and a feather pen, only then remembering that the ink bottle had broken in the potion pouch.

At that moment, he didn’t even pay attention, and even felt a bit lucky to find that one of the broken bottles was ink – after all, who would have thought that he would need to write something on this trip?

Jesse took a deep breath, focused, recalling the method of writing with Arcane that he learned in runecraft class, then prepared to write on the paper with his fingers. However, in the instant the Arcane energy touched the paper, the whole sheet ignited!

He didn’t even have time to put out the fire, and the entire sheet of paper burned up in blue flames.

Indeed, this type of paper couldn’t withstand the power of writing with Arcane, especially being the cheapest kind.

"Darn it…"

As he cursed under his breath, a roll of unidentified material parchment extended toward his shoulder.

"Use this." Vereesa said, "I brought this from Quel’Thalas, originally meant to find someone at the Wizard’s Sanctum to make some spare magic scrolls, but ended up forgetting."

Jesse nodded and said, "Thank you!"

Taking the paper and unfolding it, he began to use Arcane energy to imprint everything he had just recounted from Gorefiend’s memories, using Eredun symbols for accuracy, with some Demonic notes for the vague parts. Having studied Demonic with Saenor for a while, he remembered the basic pronunciations and characters.

The memories he deliberately captured from Gorefiend were much clearer than he had imagined, not disappearing with Gorefiend’s consciousness.

Looking at the densely packed four or five lines he quickly wrote down, he even felt a bit scared.

He wondered how much he would be able to memorize and rewrite without Arcane Intellect.

After finishing, he stretched lazily and mumbled to himself, "Thank goodness… thank goodness that I can still remember."

"This paper could sell for sixty silver coins," Vereesa reminded.

"How much did you say?" Jesse turned to ask.

Vereesa said, "I brought four tickets here and sold two in the trade district, but I still don’t have enough money. Can I use this one to cover some commission?"

Jesse held up the paper and said, "No, I need to go ask the boss of the paper and ink shop first. How much do you want? I’m not a fool. You sold two for sixty silver coins, if you have that much money, why are you living so poorly?"

Despite Jesse’s questioning, Vereesa did not seem upset at all. In fact, the tension in her eyes that had not dissipated since earlier seemed to lessen.

After listening to Jesse, she leaned against the wall nearby and took a deep breath.

"Whether you believe it or not, Jesse Seso, you’ll see when you go back."