Chapter 470
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Chapter 470: The Collector
Following Miserheld to the back mountain of Booty Bay, they passed through a path surrounded by palm trees leading to a beach.
From here, they could see the other side of the dock where Stormwind’s ships were anchored, and even Revilgaz’s statue at sea, but the trading port and half of Booty Bay were completely hidden by cliffs.
Just outside the beach here, Jesse could already see several different-sized boats parked there, one of which might be a pirate ship.
But they probably won’t directly cause trouble so close to Booty Bay, as there are some guards loyal to the wealthy leader Revilgaz watching over here.
"Don’t worry," Miserheld seemed to sense Jesse’s concerns and said, "Even if South Sea pirates come here, they are here for business and won’t dare to cause trouble on Steamwheedle Cartel’s territory."
Walking along, Jesse waved at some sailors in white shirts with long swords and daggers in the distance who were cooking meat on the beach. They smiled back at him as if they were familiar with him.
Miserheld led Jesse to a group of goblins dressed in red, chatted with them in the goblin language, and then took out a badge from his pocket.
The goblins looked at the badge, nodded, and cleared a path. One of the goblins jumped onto their guarded small boat and gestured for Jesse and Miserheld to come up.
Without hesitation, Miserheld jumped aboard. Jesse, following suit, sat down but kept his hand on the hilt of his Azuresong Mageblade beneath his cloak.
With great effort, the goblin rowed against the waves, almost making Jesse seasick, until they finally arrived beside one of the red-sailed ships among the parked ones.
"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Miserheld, and this guest, who we’re not sure of!"
A sharp cry came from the boat, but Jesse couldn’t see who was shouting below the boat.
They climbed up the ladder that was lowered, and saw a goblin in a light yellow luxurious robe stretching out his arms to welcome them, hugging Miserheld tightly.
"Mr. Pucodyaz, nice to see you again," Miserheld broke free from Pucodyaz’s embrace, grabbed Jesse’s sleeve, and said, "This is Jack Slovakia, a human mage who came here from either Stormwind or Lordaeron, we’re not sure."
"Mr. Slovakia, this is the boat owner, Pucodyaz!"
"I can tell he is a human, Miserheld." The goblin named Pucodyaz gave Miserheld an awkward smile.
Miserheld said, "You don’t know him, Mr. Pucodyaz, if you knew him earlier, you would definitely have a lot in common with him!"
"I come from Stormwind," Jesse said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pucodyaz."
"A guy speaking with a Lordaeron accent claiming to be from Stormwind," Pucodyaz twitched his nose and said, "He made a good first impression on me, I think we could be friends!"
"I knew it would go smoothly, I just knew it." Miserheld smiled and said.
Pucodyaz patted Miserheld on the shoulder and said, "I can tell you’re in a good mood, Miserheld. Have you paid off all the debts to Revilgaz? Last time he mentioned using your blood to lubricate the gears of his automatic hair cutting machine at home."
Miserheld’s face turned cold as he said, "Stop mentioning that guy all the time. I’m here this time to help Mr Slovakia solve a little problem. This problem is something that nobody in Booty Bay except you can solve."
"Ah, I see," Pucodyaz shook his head, looked at Jesse and asked, "Are you a mage from Kirin Tor?"
"Of course not," Jesse said as she took off the magic wand from her back and untied the elf silk on it.
Pucodyaz’s eyes lit up when he saw the Gorefiend gem underneath.
"Oh…"
"This is from my collection, Mr. Pucodyaz," Jesse said.
The ship owner glanced at the Alchemist beside him, nodded and said, "You do indeed know some extraordinary friends, Bucks."
"Haha!" Miserheld laughed, "Of course."
"Come with me, young man, tell me about your troubles, let’s see how I can help." Pucodyaz patted Jesse’s knee and said, "Wait here for a moment, Mr. Miserheld. The sound of the sea breeze on deck is too loud, I will talk to him in private."
"How lucky, it’s been a long time since I last went up to the deck to enjoy the sea view and feel the breeze." Miserheld walked towards the stairs leading to the upper deck, humming a tune.
The ship owner led Jesse down from the deck, through the corridor of the ship, and finally arrived at a luxurious room.
Although it was a room inhabited by goblins, the furniture was made to fit the height of a human, so Jesse felt comfortable.
"Take a seat." Pucodyaz casually jumped onto a wooden chair covered with unknown creature fur and said, "You can tell me about your troubles now."
"It’s about a warlock, Dethmoora Darkeye." Jesse said.
"Dethmoora Darkeye." Pucodyaz remarked, "I knew this name would come back to me one day. You know this name is not her real name, right?"
"I know." Jesse replied.
"First, tell me your plans, Mr. Slovakia." Pucodyaz looked up and said, "Are you looking to buy some collection related to Dethmoora Darkeye from me? Or are you just seeking some clues that I know about her?"
"I want to borrow something from your collection," Jesse said.
The smile faded from Pucodyaz’s face as he wiped his dark brown pipe and said, "If Miserheld hadn’t brought you here, Mr Slovakia, I would have thrown you off the ship immediately. You know borrowing something once can destroy its value. You’re really playing a joke on me."
"I don’t need any magical items or treasures that can be depleted, Mr. Pucodyaz," Jesse said. "I just need something that Dethmoora Darkeye has touched. It could be anything, a piece of paper, a magic wand, or even a small knife…"
"I know what you’re up to," Pucodyaz chuckled. "Do you think only you know about magic traces? Do you think only mages like you know how to track spellcasters with Sympathy? There are countless mages among goblins, our kindred are all over the world. I mean not just the Eastern Continent or even Kalimdor. I’ve also searched for the trail of Dethmoora Darkeye, she’s a mysterious Demonologist, but I still don’t know if she’s human or a ghost. So, do you want to find her on your own?"
"That’s exactly what I want," Jesse said.
While fiddling with the tobacco in a small box, the goblin said, "I’m not an arrogant goblin, Mr. Slovakia. I mean, of course, there are secrets in the human kingdoms that we can’t fathom, but you seem to have some special methods. After all, you’re challenging the efforts of the years before my time."
Lifting his head, he said, "Well, those efforts over the years weren’t that significant. But I won’t live too long, I’m not an elf or a Naga. I can’t focus all my energy on finding a mysterious warlock. After all, the Dark Portal is here, and I have more important and clearer clues… more precious things."
"I have my own ways," Jesse said.
"Alright, I can help you, but if you find a clue, make sure to come back and tell me everything," Pucodyaz said. "Even though I’m not paying much attention to this Demonologist now, I still have some interest."
"Of course, Mr. Pucodyaz," nodded Jesse.
Pucodyaz took a puff of his pipe, squinted his eyes, and then said, "By the way, since you’re also a mage who is interested in demons, do you know about the battle that happened at the Dark Portal a few months ago, where the alliance fought against the demons?"
"Certainly," Jesse said.
"It’s said that a dreadful Demon Lord was killed by an alliance mage, it’s a shame that such a precious collection was taken by a group of humans," scratched Pucodyaz’s ear and said, "If it were me, I would have hung that demon’s head on the front of my ship, even if it meant being poisoned to death by fel magic and shadow power."
"Do you know that Demon Lord?" he suddenly asked.
"I know," Jesse said, "Azgath."
"Do you know what kind of demon that demon is?" the goblin asked.
"Annihilan, Pit Lord," Jesse said.
The goblin smiled and said, "I have a sacrificial dagger that is said to have been used by Dethmoora, the dagger has lost its magic, but my hired mages used the residual magic traces on the dagger to track down an ancient sanctuary of the Centaur, and then they couldn’t proceed further… Do you know what kind of creature a Centaur is?"
"Maraudon," Jesse said.
"Oh my, looks like I underestimated you," the goblin said with a smile. "You might actually find something. Wait here, I’ll go get it for you."
