Chapter 472

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Chapter 472: Clues of the Reliquary

"Where did you find this, Mr. Jurke?" Inspector Cyrus Lightracer carefully asked as he held the lid of the box.

Jesse said, "This belonged to a warlock named Dethmoora Darkeye, have you heard of this name?"

"Ah, Dethmoora Darkeye," Cyrus Lightracer frowned and said, "Of course, I’ve heard of her, but currently, Reliquary is not very interested in her. Some Magus in Quel’Thalas who study shadow magic think she only exists in the rumors of dark magic practitioners, there is not much evidence of her actual existence for now."

Jesse asked, "What about those books then?"

"Maybe they are fake, that’s very common," Cyrus said casually, then he glanced at the dagger and added, "But, if this dagger belongs to her, does it mean her true identity is a Kaldorei? Or even an ancient Kaldorei noble, what you call Highborne."

Speaking of this, the elf hesitated for a moment and said, "If that’s the case, it means we may need to pay more attention to her existence."

"I don’t know," Jesse said. "I didn’t steal this thing from her."

The elf immediately asked, "Then how do you know this thing belongs to her?"

"I can’t disclose this information," Jesse said with a helpless smile.

Cyrus said, "I understand, so I guess you want to use this dagger to find the magical traces of Dethmoora Darkeye, right?"

"Yes," Jesse said.

"Let me try to help you with that."

Cyrus took out a silk cloth from his waist and carefully picked up the dagger through the cloth.

At that moment, Jesse noticed the Arcane light in his eyes starting to flicker, each time brighter than the last. He softly recited a spell, closed his eyes after finishing, and even the Arcane Crystal responsible for illuminating the room dimmed considerably.

After a while, the Arcane Crystal lit up again. Cyrus opened his eyes and stared at the dagger in silence for a long time.

"Something doesn’t seem right," Cyrus tilted his head and asked, "Are you really sure this dagger belongs to Dethmoora Darkeye?"

"I…," Jesse took a deep breath and said, "I think I should trust the source of the information."

"The magical traces on this dagger feel very familiar to me, strangely familiar," Cyrus said. "Perhaps I should report this to my superior."

"Familiar?" Jesse asked, "What does that mean?"

Cyrus said, "This could be an item belonging to a person that the Reliquary has been tracking for a long time. In other words, this dagger may not belong to Darkeye, but to someone else."

Jesse asked, "Is it possible that Dethmoora and the person you are tracking are the same?"

"I don’t think so…," Cyrus started to say, then after some thought, he said, "Well, I’m not sure either."

He examined the dagger back and forth and asked, "Can I take it back to Silvermoon City, Mr. Jurke?"

"Will you use any magic to break it apart?" asked Jesse.

"Of course not," replied Cyrus. "Reliquary knows how to establish long-lasting and stable relationships with our allies and potential allies. So, without your permission, we will never harm it. I just hope to send it to headquarters, to have more experienced Reliquary members or Magi conduct further tests and comparisons. After all, I am just an inspector and I dare not make judgments lightly. But my instincts tell me that the headquarters will be interested in the clues on this item."

"So how will you inform me of the results?" Jesse inquired.

"Where do you live?" Cyrus asked.

"Stormwind," Jesse replied. "Mage Quarter, Wizard’s Sanctum. You can send the feedback results and this dagger to Jurke, or to Archmage Malin. I am his apprentice."

Upon hearing this, Cyrus stared at Jesse for a while, then used magic to bring a quill from a nearby small cabinet and made a simple note on a piece of paper.

"That’s all we need, thank you very much for bringing us this dagger, sir. When we send the item back to you, we will include payment," Cyrus assured.

"Payment too?" Jesse glanced at the gold and blue magical gem badge hanging in the room and asked, "That’s great. How long will it take approximately?"

Cyrus explained, "I am not sure, as we need to examine the residual magic traces on this dagger. Therefore, we cannot teleport it back to Quel’Thalas, as it would interfere with the test results for quite some time."

"Since it’s a request from Mrs. Vereesa Windrunner’s friend and may involve important connections, I will handle this thing with special care. I can have a Dragonhawk rider who is heading back to Quel’Thalas deliver it as soon as possible. It may not be as fast as teleportation magic, so please be patient."

Jesse took a deep breath and then said, "Okay then…"

After leaving the Reliquary’s headquarters, Jesse found a secluded spot to rest for a while, but he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

Carrying various treasures and with no Molofeel and Saenor by his side this time, he realized he couldn’t relax on the busy streets of Booty Bay.

Now, he looked towards the middle of Booty Bay, at the narrow passage leading to the refugee settlement.

Let’s go check it out.

It was already late in the day, and even in a bustling place like Booty Bay with creatures coming out at night, it was quieter than during the day.

Walking into the narrow alley, Jesse heard snoring coming from all around.

Carefully making his way to the furthest monastery, Jesse noticed that the priest from earlier was still there, holding a book with a brown cover, illuminated by candlelight.

When the pastor saw Jesse arrive, he looked up and asked, "Are you a traveler who has nowhere to stay?"

The pastor obviously did not recognize him, especially since Jesse had worn a mask the last time, and had gained a little weight since then.

"Yes," Jesse said. "I’d like to stay here for a little while."

The pastor said, "You can sleep here safely, sir. I will keep an eye on you."

"Don’t you need to rest?" Jesse asked.

"I took a nap this afternoon, so I can stay up a bit longer tonight," the pastor said. "Besides, this book is quite interesting, and I’m really getting into it."

Jesse leaned against the wall of the monastery and watched a few refugees sleeping peacefully in front of him. He noticed that the children who used to live here were all gone.

"Does the Kingdom of Stormwind not send boats to pick up the humans here?" he asked.

"They do," the pastor said, flipping through the book. "Two batches of boats have already come – one from the king and one from the church. They took the children and many others who were eager to go back home. There are still some who couldn’t leave in time, and some who don’t want to go back. I plan to help them until the very last person leaves. The church mentioned that another boat will arrive next month, so I’ll wait patiently."

"That sounds good," Jesse nodded and said, "I’ll take a rest first."

The priest looked at the book and nodded, saying, "May the Holy Light help you sleep, sir."

Jesse couldn’t relax, even with the help of the Holy Light in this messy place. It seemed that he couldn’t peacefully fall asleep here.

But at least he could lie down here for a while.