Chapter 506

Chapter 506: The Secret of the Alchemist

"Jesse, Jesse, why is it you? This is…"

Ursula looked down at the demon’s body, eyes widening in surprise.

"Give me a hand, let’s move this inside," said Jesse.

Ursula nodded, and the two of them together moved Satyr’s body into the corridor.

Jesse casually tossed him to the side, and Ursula immediately ran back into the house, returning with Shadow Protection Potion and a powerful Healing Potion to feed Jesse.

After blocking the ongoing pain and damage, and with the Healing Potion, he suddenly felt much better.

"It’s him, master! It’s him, master!"

Imp watched as the devil’s body danced and shouted at the end of the hallway, Ursula looked at him and said, "Don’t make noise!"

Jesse sat on the chair, took a deep breath, and asked, "So what’s going on, Ursula? Is this devil related to you?"

Ursula nodded.

"He almost killed me," Jesse stared at Ursula and said, "Just a little bit more, if my spell was a bit slower, he would have stabbed me in the back of my head with this dagger immediately."

He threw the strange dagger that looked like a curved beast’s claw on the ground, making a clang.

"I’m sorry, Jesse," Ursula stared at the weapon and said in amazement, "He was definitely here to kill me, you saved my life!"

"What?" Jesse asked.

"Well, I guess I never told you…" she lowered her eyebrows and asked, "I should have told you about my father’s death, right?"

"You did," Jesse said.

"He was killed," said Ursula.

"Why?"

"I don’t know, he… just a seller of medicines, a very ordinary merchant, maybe with a bit of elf blood. But later I found out through some half-elf friends, investigating the identity of the person who paid to have him killed, it was a magic material merchant from Stratholme. And then I decided to… seek revenge!"

"Is this the real reason you want to become a warlock?"

"Initially, yes, at first… I thought the warlocks at The Slaughtered Lamb could help me, but once I joined them I realized that Gakin and others do not wish to be involved in harming people, attracting unnecessary attention. So, I gave up on the idea of asking for their help…"

Hearing this, Jesse felt the demon blood on him was making him uncomfortable, he sniffed the smell on his clothes and said, "I need some new clothes, or maybe a cloak."

Ursula nodded and said, "Leave your clothes with me, Jesse, I can help you clean off the demon blood."

"It would be even better to have a basin of water," Jesse said.

"No problem." Ursula returned to the house, pouring water as she spoke, "Later, I contacted a group of people from Eastwald, they said they could help me get rid of that merchant."

"So you used the money you earned to hire those people to kill for you?" asked Jesse.

Ursula brought the water to her and said, "But it’s clear they didn’t do a good job. That merchant had more power than I thought. He just wouldn’t die. I heard that the Wild people even sent two more after him, but soon they didn’t want to help me anymore or give back my money."

"I think that person from Stratholme probably found out about my identity and where I live, likely through the Wild ones. Someone told me that he’s now hiring people to kill me!"

"A few days ago, imp told me there’s a half-elf always nearby who might be a warlock. I got worried and stayed inside. I used the hiding runes my father taught me on the door to prevent him from using spells to find me and the imp. I pretended to not be home, hoping he’d think I left, but he seems unwilling to leave…"

"I didn’t realize he was actually a demon. If Basadre could come, it would be much better, but I can’t bring it here. It can’t show up on the streets of Stormwind… What kind of demon is this? I’ve never seen anything like it."

"Satyr," Jesse said. "They are not demons from the Twisting Nether, but mortals twisted into demons by the influence of demons. Most of them were once elves."

"I’ve heard stories about Satyrs, but never thought they were real. Maybe the tales from Lordaeron about half-elves turning into devils at night aren’t entirely baseless…"

Ursula stared at the twisted corpse and said, Jesse cleaned the wounds with water from the basin and said, "I’ll be leaving for a while later. Are you sure you’ll be okay? Do you want me to ask Molofeel to stay and protect you?"

"I don’t want you or anyone from The Slaughtered Lamb to get involved in this, Jesse. I value your friendship a lot," Ursula said. "Anyway, this is my own problem. I feel bad that you got hurt coming to see me today… After this, I plan to move to The Slaughtered Lamb to hide for a while, with Basadre and others’ help. You don’t need to worry about me."

Jesse nodded and handed over a towel, saying, "Let me help you dry off. Is the water a bit chilly?"

"It’s okay."

Jesse agreed, still feeling a bit dizzy from the recent Curse of Agony spell, and not really wanting to move.

He took a deep breath and slouched in the chair. Ursula cleaned and bandaged his wounds, asking, "You mentioned leaving for a while. Where are you planning to go? Lordaeron?"

"No," Jesse replied. "Kalimdor."

"Kalimdor?" Ursula was surprised for a moment, then said, "I…"

"Do you want me to bring something for you?" Jesse asked.

"Um…" Ursula smiled shyly and said, "Well, I do have something in mind. It’s a rare opportunity after all."

Jesse quickly responded, "I can’t promise to bring back any gifts this time, Ursula. Kalimdor is vast, and I have a task to complete. I may not have enough time to help you specifically."

"If it’s on the way, I’ll help. If it’s not, then never mind," Ursula took a towel, wet it with water, and wiped off the demon blood on Jesse’s body, asking, "When are you leaving? I’ll write you a note then…"

"Probably in a week or two, okay, you write," Jesse sighed helplessly.

A faint familiar herbal scent filled the room. Ursula smiled, Jesse looked at her messy hair behind her ears, her white neck and collarbone, feeling a tightness in his chest for a moment.

At that moment, he felt an unexpected feeling arise, even the pain brought by the battle with the demon was somewhat suppressed by this impulse.

He sat up wanting to cover up, but at that moment, Ursula suddenly turned her head and stared into Jesse’s eyes.

"I think I may be crazy, Jesse."

"What?"

Without warning, she hesitated for a moment, then suddenly kissed Jesse, tightly embracing his still wet body.

After a while… Jesse finally caught his breath, pursed his lips and said, "Ursula…"

Ursula made a sound of agreement, locked her gaze onto his eyes, stood up, quickly took off her shirt and pants and tossed them aside. Jesse couldn’t help but admire her body, feeling like the Alchemist had never looked so frail before.

Jesse took a deep breath, lifted her up and placed her on the bed, kicked off his pants and leaned over her, looking into her eyes.

The air was freezing cold, but Ursula beneath him blushed, feeling hot all over like a little stove.

"I can’t take it anymore."

She whispered, her legs already wrapped around Jesse’s waist. Jesse felt a sudden wetness, cold on the outside and warm within, pressing against his lower abdomen.

"Hurry up, you little troublemaker… Do you think I didn’t notice what you did just now?"

"You did it on purpose," Jesse said.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ursula furrowed her brow, suddenly gasped, her eyes barely rolled downward, she couldn’t catch her breath and let out a groan. Then, in a series of thrusts, she completely lost consciousness.