Chapter 492

Chapter 492: The Messenger of Quel’Thalas

They picked out the materials needed for Jalane’s robe, gave them to Jarel for safekeeping, and Erlan took the rest to Moonbrook and Booty Bay a few days later to see how to sell them.

According to Erlan, it might take another month or so to get all the money they were supposed to receive. They had to wait for him to return from Booty Bay. Aubergine had already given Jesse his commission of six gold coins in advance, deducting the four coins for the hunter and the female Dwarf Warlock.

Back home, sitting on the bed and counting the six gold coins, Jesse felt like maybe he had been too generous promising to share the money with others.

However, looking at the terrifying Cataclysm’s Edge leaning against the wall, it was definitely worth it.

"Molofeel," he said, looking at the succubus sitting next to the red giant sword, "You seem to have grown taller. Is that just my imagination?"

"It’s not your imagination. My strength will be much weaker than before after reshaping my body and will need some time to grow stronger," Molofeel replied.

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Jesse asked, "I mean…"

"I really want to say it’s purely relying on the energy provided by the master…" Molofeel leaned over and said, "But this is undoubtedly deception. Azeroth is a place full of magic, staying here can allow demons to draw power. The master who made a contract with me becomes a bit stronger, it also enhances my strength."

"But well, that’s also very important…" she lowered her eyes.

Jesse nodded and asked, "So the master’s power will also affect the demon servant, that’s why Saenor keeps urging me to become stronger. But why doesn’t it seem to have become stronger?"

"I am already strong," imp said in a rare serious tone.

"Even if a booger doubles in strength, it’s still just two boogers," Molofeel said contemptuously.

"Ew!" imp exclaimed.

"Let’s not bother with it," Molofeel hugged Jesse’s neck and whispered, "During this trip, you have never touched me, but I have put in a lot of effort. Master, how will you compensate me…"

Jesse grabbed Molofeel’s arm and pushed her onto the bed, looking at her smiling face as she lay back on the covers. He then remembered how fiercely she stared at the Demon Guard, raising the huge sword and piercing his armored chest with one swift stroke…

"What’s wrong, master?" asked Molofeel, licking her finger.

Jesse lifted her hoof, watching as she couldn’t hold back her twisting and turning anymore, eager to go.

"Molofeel, to be honest, do you think I could beat you if we dueled? Don’t deceive me."

"Be honest," Molofeel’s flirtatious look faded a bit, she whispered, "I don’t know either."

"Maybe one day we should find a place to give it a try," Jesse said.

Molofeel couldn’t help but smile and said, "Of course, I’d love to, I look forward to any kind of competition with my master, but you need to…hurry up a bit…"

"Um…"

"Oh… a bit too fast… oh…"

The next morning, when Jesse got up, the winter sun had already risen high.

It was almost noon, and he planned to go to Malin’s place today to ask about the reply from the Reliquary.

Jesse got out of bed, quickly got dressed under the gaze of two demons, stretched his body, twisted his waist, flexed his muscles, wrapped himself in a warm mountain lion fur cloak, and dashed out of the house.

It must be said that although this place was more expensive to rent than before, it was closer to the Mage Quarter, and most importantly, it was easier to get to The Slaughtered Lamb from here without passing through the entire Wizard’s Sanctum tower and the gardens below. It was much more discreet to bring demons in and out now, Jarel probably had considered this point.

With Jesse’s current income, earning enough to pay the rent here was not difficult at all. After spending less than a month in The Black Morass, he had already earned six gold coins, and there was almost another ten gold coins in extra money. This was enough for him to live in this rented house for ten years. He hurried to Malin’s room, where he saw Malin talking to a few students at the study room door, then walked down the steps, crossed the garden, and headed towards The Blue Recluse.

Jesse rushed through the garden and whispered, "Master Malin."

Malin raised an eyebrow upon hearing Jesse’s voice, lowered his voice, and said, "Mr. Seso, you are just in time. Three days ago, a messenger from the Reliquary from Quel’Thalas wanted to see you, specifically asked to see Mr. Jurke."

"A messenger?" Jesse asked. "Isn’t it a letter for me?"

"There is no letter," Malin said. "At least none has been notified to me. But, have you once again established a connection with Quel’Thalas using Jurke’s name? You really seem to get along well with the elves over there."

Jesse explained, "It’s just that occasionally there are good things to sell for money, it’s much more profitable to give them to the Reliquary than to Dalaran, isn’t it?"

Malin nodded, Jesse asked again, "Where is that elf now?"

"Do you remember the address of the elf I mentioned before? He is resting there for now, his name is Rahm Flameheart."

"Remember Rahm Flameheart, I will go there right away."

Jesse turned and walked towards the small building where the elf lived. This time he had a ring, so he could directly call for someone to come out.

Rahm Flameheart was wearing a bright red robe, standing out among the other Elf Mages who occasionally came in and out wearing light green or golden robes. With his dark golden hair and eyes that still had a faint magical light, Jesse almost thought he had seen a real Blood Elf.

Of course, Blood Elves are not fundamentally different from High Elves except in their clothing style. Some Blood Elves who absorb less magic do not have green eyes.

"You must be Mr. Turke," Rahm Flameheart said. "It seems Master Malin has already introduced me. I am Rahm Flameheart, a special envoy from Quel’Thalas Reliquary."

He took out a small box from the package and said, "Can we go to a quieter place to discuss?"

"Of course," Jesse said.

Rahm Flameheart brought Jesse to a shaded corner in the garden of the elven residence and asked directly, "You must be Jesse Seso, right?"

Jesse nodded and said, "Yes, it’s me. I didn’t plan to hide anything from Reliquary."

"So, it’s not hard to guess," Rahm said. "Actually, our inspector in Booty Bay already noticed, since there aren’t many who can get the family crest of Ms. Vereesa, even in Quel’Thalas…"

He smiled and said, "Of course, Reliquary sent me not just because you are Jesse Seso, but also because of the importance of this dagger. It belongs to an ancient Kaldorei noble warlock we have been searching for, also known as a Highborne, Mr. Jesse Seso."

"We don’t know her exact name, but our investigators sent to Kalimdor to find Highborne magical artifacts have found several items related to the same person, clearly tainted by shadow and fel magic."

"Originally, we thought this warlock might have died in the thousands of years since leaving the Well of Eternity, only her magical traces preserved on these artifacts allowed us to identify her accurately hundreds or even thousands of years later."

"But clearly, the time this dagger was created with Arcane magic does not exceed a hundred years… meaning, this Highborne might still be alive today, which is a very important discovery."