Chapter 313

Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW

Chapter 313: No Way Out

The next day, Jesse arrived early at Malin’s study and sat there waiting until the old mage entered.

"Master," he stood up suddenly and pushed the chair behind him with a thud.

"What’s wrong, Mr. Seso?" Malin asked with a hint of teasing, "Excited to become an official mage after hearing the news about yourself?"

"No," Jesse replied, adjusting the chair.

"By the way, have you tried the Blue Dragon Sword this week?" Malin asked curiously, "I’ve been looking forward to hearing about its true power from you after all those stories… If you really can’t feel its strength, you can let me give it a try."

"Just kidding, Jesse, but why do you look so pale? Are you facing any difficulties?"

"Master, can you help dispel the curse of the Death Knight?" Jesse asked.

Malin’s face hardened at this question.

"Is the curse of the Death Knight, the curse of Teron Gorefiend?"

"I think it should be," Jesse hesitated, "Can’t you smell the scent of decay on me?"

Malin frowned and sniffed, "There seems to be a faint smell, but it’s not obvious. It doesn’t quite smell like decay, but more like some kind of dark magic. Is this the scent coming from that curse? Darn it… If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have found it really hard to notice. It reminds me of the time in Hillsbrad Foothills… Wait, is this the Deathmantle?"

Jesse nodded, "It seems the master also knows about this."

"I’ve only heard of it," Malin said, "Let me try to help you dispel it."

Jesse nodded and stood in the middle of the room.

Malin picked up a wand from the cupboard, pointed it at Jesse, and muttered a few words.

Jesse felt a ringing sound, like a burst of magical power flowing through his skin to his brain, making him feel refreshed as if he had been washed with magical energy from head to toe.

Is this considered dispelled? Teron Gorefiend’s curse?

Jesse sniffed his clothes and noticed a lingering smell. He wondered if the curse was still there.

Malin shook his head and said, "I couldn’t find anything. You are indeed cursed, but it’s deeply rooted. Even the priests at the Cathedral of Light may not be able to help, as this curse seems to be from the undead."

"The monks there said the Holy Light Church has not found a cure yet," Jesse said.

Will he have to rely on priests for purification for the rest of his life?

"Can the king help?" Jesse asked. "I am meeting King Varian at Stormwind Keep the day after tomorrow. Maybe he has a way to cure this curse."

After some hesitation, Malin said, "The king’s knowledge of magic comes from the court mages, who mostly come from the Wizard’s Sanctum. So, don’t get your hopes up. Maybe he will help you seek aid from the Cathedral of Light. But have you found a trustworthy priest there?"

"He experienced the Battle of Hillsbrad," Jesse replied.

"In that case… Priests who went through that battle are considered the best of the best," Malin said. "But for now, you seem to be fine."

Jesse said, "The priest mentioned that using the Holy Light can provide some relief, but I can’t keep relying on it. Who knows what might happen."

Malin said, "I will ask around to see if anyone else knows a solution, Mr. Seso. Maybe the Kirin Tor already has a way to help. When you meet the king the day after tomorrow, mention it to him. You got hurt fighting Teron Gorefiend, so he might be willing to help."

"By the way, have you thought about asking for help from Quel’Thalas?"

"I will try my best," Jesse said. "I will go to ask around elsewhere first, Master."

"I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. Good luck, Mr. Seso. I heard that sometimes this illness can inexplicably get better. Don’t lose hope."

Jesse nodded and walked to the study door, looking at the garden bathed in sunlight, thinking about what Malin had said earlier.

It made sense what Malin said. In this situation, if he could contact Vereesa, the elves might have a way to lift Teron Gorefiend’s curse.

If even King Varian had no solution, he would have to write to Vereesa. Though it seemed a bit soon to write after just saying goodbye… but his life was more important than pride.

Also, Vereesa helping cure Greed’s bat poison lingering effects somewhat boosted his confidence.

But Jesse didn’t want to wait around for days. It had already been a few weeks, and there were still other places he hadn’t visited yet.

Oh, Alchemist.

In the morning, The Slaughtered Lamb tavern was empty. Jesse looked at Jarel, who was staring blankly behind the counter, and asked, "Who’s downstairs?"

"Ursula, she just arrived over an hour ago," Jarel said. "Surena might be downstairs too, but I’m not sure."

"Has Zardeth returned?"

"He came back the day before yesterday, but he’s not downstairs."

"Did he tell you about the situation in Ironforge?" He did, the dark-skinned bartender said. "The warlocks of Ironforge, and those Dark Iron Dwarves, couldn’t care less about Gakin’s death. They think summoning a succubus and getting themselves killed is the dumbest thing ever, and even suggest that humans might not be cut out to be warlocks. Did you hear that, Jesse Seso? That’s how those bearded fellows see us."

After saying that, he glanced at Jesse and continued, "But, don’t let their words ruin your mood."

"No, but those dwarves really are a bit too arrogant, they could use some lesson," Jesse said. "Thanks, Jarel. I’m heading downstairs."

Jarel nodded, Jesse turned and walked into the basement. He felt his steps quickening involuntarily, after all, this was a matter of life and death.

"Ursula, are you there?"

He shouted a few times before reaching the entrance of the Alchemy Room.

"I’m here, Jesse."

Ursula, covered in sweat stains, was brewing medicine with her head down. The weather was warmer now than before, making it harder to cool down in the Alchemy Room.

"How did the Apprentice Mage Exam go? You didn’t come all day yesterday, was the result not good?"

"That’s not a problem, the trouble is something else." Jesse leaned against the nearby cabinet and said, "My long-distance trip last month didn’t go smoothly in the end."

Hearing this, Ursula turned around and asked, "What happened?"