Chapter 335

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Chapter 335: The Forgotten Monastery

Jesse had the two demons hide again and followed them up, asking a Goblin Sentry. He was surprised to find a priest from Stormwind in Booty Bay.

Following the guard’s directions, he reached the middle of the port and descended to the middle level. He put on a mask, instructed the demons to wait outside, and entered a narrow alley crowded with refugees huddled in tents and dark nests.

The place seemed to be home to many people dressed in rags, most of them looking tired. Many seemed to be suffering from various illnesses, and the whole place resembled a slum.

Jesse, a young man dressed neatly and moving swiftly, stood out among them, but no one paid attention to his energy or cared about his presence and departure.

At the end of the alley was a dilapidated small building, somewhat resembling the small monastery in Tirisfal Glades in the game. It had an entrance, a simple corridor, two rows of chairs, and a podium. The entire monastery consisted of just this small hall.

However, this small monastery here did not even have two rows of chairs. Inside, there were fallen rocks and broken columns everywhere, and the podium was missing. Several children were hiding inside, watching Jesse as he approached the door. Jesse looked up at the collapsed roof, feeling worried that the children might get hit by falling stones and wall fragments.

"Please wait a moment!"

In front of him, a thin man wearing a light brown robe and a sun hat sat on the steps at the door. He looked up at Jesse and said something, then resumed his conversation with an old, poorly dressed skinny man beside him.

Jesse nodded and stood quietly behind the old man, unable to hear clearly what they were talking about as their voices were very soft.

While waiting, Jesse observed the people outside and realized that all the residents here were humans.

"Sir, are you also here seeking help?"

Jesse turned around to find that the old man had left at some point, and now a man was looking at him.

He didn’t look any better than the people living around him, looking skinny and pale, quite different from the sturdy humans Jesse had seen at the dock.

But most of those people were likely pirates or mercenaries like himself.

"Are you a monk from this monastery?"

"I’m a priest, yes, but do you think this place can be called a monastery? Perhaps." The man asked, "Are you from Lordaeron?"

"Stormwind," Jesse replied. "What’s going on in this place?"

"I used to serve at the Cathedral of Light too, sir," the man said. "But since you are from Stormwind, you should know that Booty Bay was once a human-built port, closely connected to Stormwind. The monastery has been here for a long time, but it was abandoned several decades ago when trolls and goblins took over the town in turns."

"Luckily, the Rivka Church seems to welcome priests like me here, so I plan to help the people in need as much as I can."

Jesse nodded and whispered, "How did the people end up here? Are they descendants of the town’s former residents?"

"No, it was because of the Orc War," the priest said. "Not everyone fled north when the war broke out, especially those from the towns outside Stormwind who fled late. By then, there were already reports of Orcs heading north, so they didn’t dare to take a ship northwards."

Jesse still remembered the Furlbrow family in Westfall, who couldn’t escape in time and had to hide in a mine. While the people here managed to escape to Booty Bay, their lives didn’t improve much.

Moreover, during the war, goblins actually formed an alliance with the Horde, so it’s hard to imagine how these people lived in fear during those years in this place.

"Does the king know about the issues here?" Jesse asked.

"The king… I don’t know, I was surprised myself when I first saw it," the priest said. "I feel really sorry for burdening you with all these troubles… I apologize, sir. Let’s talk about your issues instead."

"It’s nothing," Jesse said. "I actually came here to ask if there is a type of flower tea that, when brewed, turns the flowers a light green color and has a unique scent."

The priest nodded and said, "I know that kind of light chrysanthemum. I have some camellia here. Would you like to brew some to taste?"

Jesse said, "Great, priest. No need to brew, I just want to smell a bit of the flower leaves." The priest’s face seemed to darken when he heard this.

"Please wait a moment."

The priest stood up and went inside the room. Soon he came out with a small handful of flower leaves and handed them over, his face now showing a hint of sympathy.

Jesse knew that the other person must have also heard of the Deathmantle.

He almost held his breath as he took the flower leaves, observed them for a moment. Yes, it was the same shape and color he had seen in that teacup, just a bit wrinkled compared to the brewed ones.

If there was no smell when sniffed, then this trip would have been in vain.

However, this obstacle would eventually be overcome, nothing to fear, he could always find another way.

He gritted his teeth, brought the tea leaves close to his nose, sniffed vigorously but inhaled some fragments too forcefully, causing him to cough a few times.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly smelled a strong gasoline scent, which was hard to describe accurately.

He frowned and asked the priest, "Is it supposed to smell this bad?"

"Well, these flowers don’t smell good to begin with."

The expression on the priest’s face relaxed a lot.

"But don’t worry, sir, it means you’re fine."

"I… I understand, thank you," Jesse said with excitement, rubbing the flower in his hand and smelling it. The slightly irritating scent somehow became more pleasant.

He was about to get up when he remembered something, took out two gold coins from his pocket, and handed them to the monk, saying, "Take it, priest."

"By all that is holy…" The monk widened his eyes and said, "No, it’s not necessary, sir. Life here is manageable, and even if you want to donate, this is too much. A few copper coins, or a silver coin… would be enough to show your gratitude to the Holy Light."

"The church has helped me a lot," Jesse said. "Without you all, I would have been in big trouble, a trouble you can’t imagine. Please use this money to help the people here, and also to buy some food and clothes, and these flowers…"

The master looked at the two gold coins, then glanced at the broken camellia flowers on the ground. He couldn’t help but smile and say, "Well, I really appreciate it. I don’t know what to say. To be honest, this will greatly ease the difficulties here, and we won’t have to worry for a long time!"

Jesse nodded and said, "When I get back, I will find a way to inform King Varian, at least to let him know that there is a group of people from the Kingdom of Stormwind trapped here."

"Really?" the master asked. "Can you really meet the king?"

"I may not be able to meet him, but I should be able to pass on the message."

"That’s good enough. It’s really wonderful," the master replied.

Jesse said, "But I have one condition, master. Whether or not you eventually return to Stormwind, please don’t tell anyone that you met me here. Can I trust you?"

"I will keep today’s events to myself," the master said.

Jesse nodded, stood up, and glanced at the children staring at him from the ruins of the monastery.

"Goodbye, master. Thank you very much for your help. It means a lot to me."

"Please don’t say that, it’s just a bit of herbal tea."

Walking out of the alley, Jesse took a deep breath.

This trip should be considered quite smooth.

He gazed at the blurry statue of the wealthy man Revilgaz at the end of the sea, and caught a glimpse of a shadow leaning gently beside him.

He should have guessed correctly that a part of Teron Gorefiend’s power did not completely disappear with his consciousness.

With Deathmantle’s failure, abilities like Detect Demon seemed to be released.

Perhaps it was because Gorefiend had poured his last ounce of strength into this curse, or perhaps the curse suppressed Jesse’s body from accepting new power.

As for how much residue remained, it would need a bit of exploration.

Possession…possession, who possessed whom now?