Chapter 686

Chapter 686: The Red Dragon Envoy

"This definitely needed to be considered carefully," Antonidas nodded, stood up, and walked to the bookshelf. "If you made your decision, you could come to the Violet Citadel to see me at any time."

"However, whether you were willing to enter Dalaran or not, I had still convinced the other members of the Kirin Tor Council to let you into Dalaran’s grand library, including records about the Council of Tirisfal, as thanks for what you did."

"The Council of Tirisfal had three thousand years of history with many great people trying to use demon magic and power against demons. Among them were masters who achieved amazing things. Mr Seso, I think this should help you a lot," he said, taking down a small purple box, opening it, and pulling out a silver ring with a purple crystal. He handed it to Jesse.

Right in the middle of the crystal was a light pink Violet Eye, shaped from arcane energy inside. "With this Kirin Tor ring of trust, you could freely enter the grand library’s Council of Tirisfal sections."

Jesse stood up and took the ring. He knew little about the mysterious Council of Tirisfal from his past life, only the main points. Getting into Dalaran’s grand library to see what the old masters learned about demons and Shadow Magic was a rare chance.

But he could tell Antonidas meant more by saying "not lacking" in masters who succeeded—it hinted that many more must have failed. Otherwise, the grand library wouldn’t hide that part so much.

"Thank you, Master Antonidas, this is too precious for me."

"For your sacrifices and work, this is nothing," Antonidas said. "Master, where is Master Krasus?" Jesse asked. "I want to visit him."

"He isn’t in Dalaran now," Antonidas replied.

Jesse had thought the so-called red dragon envoy was Krasus, but then he realized that except for the dragon race and his few friends, no one else knew Krasus’s true identity. Of course, they couldn’t see him as the red dragon’s envoy.

"Has he come back since Grim Batol?"

"Not that I know of," Antonidas said. "But Master Krasus was always hard to find and almost never told outsiders his plans, so that’s normal."

If Krasus wasn’t in Dalaran, was he resting near the Red Dragon Queen? Or was he still stuck with the black dragons?

Finding a red dragon to ask would be better.

"Can I meet that red dragon envoy, Master?" Jesse said.

"Of course," Antonidas answered. "He’s in a guest room on the third floor now; you can go see him anytime."

"By the way, Master," Jesse said, "when Master Krasus sent me to Grim Batol, he made me promise not to tell anyone about the mission. I didn’t say a word about what I was doing until I met my two friends in Menethil Harbor."

"But clearly, the black dragons knew Master Krasus’s moves well. Before I left Stormwind, he attacked my mind with magic illusions, trying to stop me from saving the Red Dragon Queen. In my dream, he showed up as a middle-aged man in a dark noble robe…"

"Lord Dalaran Prestor," Antonidas said. "While you were going to Grim Batol, the Kirin Tor and Master Krasus were looking into where the father of black dragons was. We found out he had been hiding in Lordaeron’s court, pretending to be an Alterac noble, Lord Dalaran Prestor. The Alliance is still checking on his disappearance. So you mean someone in the Kirin Tor told him things."

Jesse didn’t answer right away, and Antonidas went on, "Deathwing is the top master of Black Magic in this world. We couldn’t guess how he got the info he wanted or how tricky his magic tricks could be. Just suspecting a Kirin Tor Council member over this…"

Hearing that, Jesse felt Antonidas wasn’t on his side.

"I didn’t mean that," he said quickly. "Master, it’s just that the Dragon Father almost killed me with his Black Magic before I got to Grim Batol, and that made me… scared after."

"That’s normal," Antonidas said. "You’re still young. Having such strong will against something so tough amazed and impressed me. No one stays calm facing a dark fortress like Grim Batol, let alone Deathwing—even dragons shake before him."

"Thank you for the precious gift from you and the Kirin Tor, Master Antonidas," Jesse said, putting the ring on and standing up. "I plan to visit that red dragon envoy."

Antonidas nodded. Jesse left the room and followed a servant toward the red dragon envoy’s place. He had no heart to enjoy the pretty decorations and building styles along the way.

Vereesa was right; the Kirin Tor wouldn’t stand with him.

Simply put, to these old mages, he was still an unstable person using Black Magic, even after saving Grim Batol.

"Master Vaelan?" the servant knocked on the door and said, "Master Jesse Seso from the Kingdom of Stormwind is here." Master Jesse Seso from the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Jesse repeated the name in his head. Since coming to Dalaran, he’d heard administrators, servants, and mages call him someone from Stormwind or the Kingdom of Stormwind.

They were right; he didn’t belong here.

The deep purple door opened fast, and a tall man with a little brown mustache stood there. He nodded to the servant, who left the hall. Then the man looked at Jesse.

"Jesse Seso."

The man said his name. Jesse felt the man and name were familiar but couldn’t place where he’d seen or heard them.

Vaelan stepped aside and said, "Come in."

As Jesse walked in, he asked, "You… you’re a Red Dragon, right, Master Vaelan?"

The red dragon’s envoy could be a Wyrmkin, since high Wyrmkin Mageweavers could turn human.

Vaelan replied, "Didn’t Prince Korialstrasz tell you about me? Ah… I am Vaelastrasz. Does that name ring a bell?"