Chapter 453
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Chapter 453: The New Person in the Basement
In the afternoon, Jesse arrived in Brill, returned the inn room, and set off back to Southshore with two demons.
The scenery along the road seemed somewhat dull, the clouds in the sky were low, making it hard to breathe, although it wasn’t as high as looking from Stormwind.
The sea water seemed to be dark, not as blue as when they arrived, with foamy white streaks that looked more like dirty water foam, making it quite unpleasant to look at.
Jesse thought it was probably because summer was ending, and autumn was approaching.
Although he told his parents he would come back, he actually hoped that the next time he returned, he wouldn’t have to sneak around and wouldn’t be watched by the Kirin Tor.
But he didn’t know exactly how he could make that happen.
Even though it was more than ten years later, even when warlocks and demons summoned by warlocks had joined the Alliance army, even when parents like Varian Wrynn had died because of the Orc War and kings who had been harmed by dark magic had accepted warlocks and their demons, even after warlocks and their demon servants had fought in countless battles against world threats… people still held biases against this group.
Or maybe, it wasn’t bias at all.
After all, the warlocks of that time had remarkable achievements, but they also faced repeated failures.
Every time people thought the warlocks had proven their abilities enough to earn trust, they always found a clever way to mess things up spectacularly, forcing everyone to remember the fear once spread by shadows and demons.
In fact, not only was it hard to clear the name of warlocks, it was even difficult for them to "come alive" again.
When he returned to Stormwind, the weather had started to cool down.
It was still raining lightly at noon, hurriedly making his way back home, Jesse remembered that the rent he had paid before heading to the Dark Portal was about to expire.
Now it’s October, Jesse hasn’t been attending classes at the Wizard’s Sanctum since the Dark Portal, disrupting his usual routine. He’s been traveling so much that he’s losing track of time.
Before the deadline, he must find someone to inform the landlord that he’ll be moving out.
Since he’s technically not there anymore, it would be strange to continue renting the same place.
Should he stay in Stormwind or move to Goldshire?
He considered staying at The Slaughtered Lamb, where there were two empty rooms locked in the basement, with Jarel holding the keys for him to stay there.
But the question was, if the Kirin Tor in Lordaeron had noticed him, what about Stormwind?
If he visited The Slaughtered Lamb once or twice a week, it could pass off as just having a drink there. But if he went in and out multiple times a day, wouldn’t it seem suspicious? After a late lunch at The Gilded Rose, Jesse headed to the Mage Quarter, feeling like everyone was a Kirin Tor investigator.
Luckily, there weren’t many people around The Slaughtered Lamb, so if someone followed him, it would be noticeable.
Entering the tavern, Jarel was cleaning glasses and said upon seeing Jesse, "Jesse, Zardeth has been wanting to see you. He told me to let you know to come see him when you return."
"I don’t know where he lives," said Jesse.
"You still don’t know where he lives?" Jarel said, reaching under the table for an old bill, writing an address on the back, and saying, "Sometimes he stays here, should be by the canal north of the Trade District."
"Thank you," Jesse said. "I have something I need your help with, Jarel."
"Go on, Jesse," Jarel set a clean cup aside and picked up a rag to wipe another one.
"I want to rent a house," Jesse said. "Do you know of any cheap houses, preferably closer to the Mage Quarter?"
"Being close to the Mage Quarter and being cheap are conflicting conditions, Jesse," Jarel chuckled.
Jesse scratched his head and said, "Well, just see if you can find something, even if it’s a bit far for now."
"I’ll keep an eye out for you," Jarel said.
"Thanks," Jesse nodded and walked into the basement, opening the iron gate to step inside and saw a strange woman sitting next to a pile of matches by the fire.
He frowned suspiciously, who is this? Jarel didn’t even warn him about the stranger in the basement.
Most importantly, the Felhound didn’t react at all, it just lay in the corridor.
The woman looked very young, probably not much older than Jesse, her features couldn’t really be called pretty, but she had a unique dark and mysterious aura.
Her pale skin looked a bit unhealthy, her straight black hair fell to her shoulders, and she wore an expensive light purple embroidered cloak.
It could be said that this woman was more suited to being at the Dagger Association than anyone else there, from her hair to her expression and appearance, she looked just like Zardeth’s sister.
She was sitting in a chair reading a book, but looked up when Jesse arrived.
"Who are you? And who brought you here?" Jesse asked.
The woman stood up and said, "I am Jalane Ayrole, a friend of Zardeth. He brought me here."
"Ah, Zardeth, well, Ms. Ayrole," Jesse noticed her glance at his shirt and pants, as if assessing something.
This look made Jesse suddenly remember, could this be the seamstress that Zardeth found? Jalane Ayrole, the name sounds familiar.
"Just call me Jalane, you must be Jesse Seso." Jalane Ayrole said, "Zardeth has introduced you to me, nice to meet you. I have joined the Dagger Association, so I will keep quiet about everything concerning my companions, just like you all have done before."
Jesse asked, "I heard you are a master in making mage robes?"
"My father is, I am still learning," Jalane said. "I have also studied enchantments at the Alterac Kingdom’s School of Magic. I heard that you are also studying at the Wizard’s Sanctum."
Of course, Jesse could imagine how difficult it must be for an experienced craftsperson who earns money by making mage robes to give up their usual business and suddenly start working with a group of warlocks to create enchantments on dark-themed robes while keeping it all a secret…
Finding a young person who has inherited a craft and willingly joined the Dagger Association is already quite rare.
Jesse nodded and said, "Yes, I spent some time at the Wizard’s Sanctum. I’m curious, did you make this outfit yourself? It looks beautiful."
He wasn’t just complimenting her, the quality of this robe was quite impressive. Even disregarding the materials, in terms of craftsmanship, it was on par with the robes priced at two or three gold coins from the Larson family.
Jalane nodded and smiled, "Yes, I made it myself, thank you."
"So, the Dagger Association welcomes you, Jalane Ayrole."
Jesse looked at the robe the woman was wearing, silently hoping she wouldn’t ask for too much money, preferably help for free like Ursula, so he could wear the robe when fighting without worrying about getting it torn.
