Chapter 514

Chapter 514: The Ticket

At night, many people gathered at The Salty Sailor Tavern. Groups of sailors, crew members from unknown ships, and even pirates came together to drink, boast, clink glasses, and slam hands and hammers on the table.

The noise echoed now and then. Jesse stared at a bowl of Booty Bay’s special Murloc fin soup, with strange bone spurs floating inside…thinking about what he might encounter after arriving in Kalimdor.

"Yeah, that guy might be a troll, but he’s nothing special at all! If he was really good at throwing axes, would he be hanging out in Booty Bay?!"

"The Amani axe throwers back home are way more talented than him, what a disappointment!"

"Never thought that after dealing with trolls for so long, you’d pick up some trolly skills too, Elven Wisp!"

"Learning from the enemy’s strengths, but I’m still better at throwing knives."

"Yes, yes…uh."

Greed glanced over, the sudden quiet and steady tabletop interrupting Jesse’s thoughts. He looked up at the two, Vereesa taking a sip of lemon tea.

"What are you thinking, Jesse?" asked the dwarf.

"We’ll be heading to Kalimdor tomorrow. Don’t you want to carefully consider our route?" Jesse asked.

Greed smiled and said, "No need, Jesse. Haven’t you heard the goblins say that a trip to Kalimdor might take a month at sea if we’re lucky? We have plenty of time to discuss along the way. Besides, we don’t know much about Kalimdor, so any plans we make now might just be a waste of time. Let’s enjoy Booty Bay for now."

Though Jesse wasn’t completely clueless about Kalimdor, considering the vast differences between the game content and reality here, he couldn’t claim to be knowledgeable about Kalimdor either.

So, he could only nod and ask, "How was the ax-throwing contest you played?"

"Looks like you weren’t paying attention just now," Greed chuckled, patting the elf’s shoulder, "This little girl casually won the championship. Comparing myself to her is like a beginner against a pro!"

Greed had just finished talking and was about to introduce some details to Jesse, but found that what they could chat about was pretty much the same as what Vereesa talked about earlier. When Greed tried to continue the conversation, they realized there was no enthusiasm left, and the most awkward part was that Vereesa seemed to have nothing else to say.

He glanced at the succubus playing with a black dagger by the wall, then at the Elf Ranger who coughed twice, and his smile froze on his face.

"Not surprised at all, Vereesa," Jesse said.

Vereesa nodded.

Jesse coughed and said, "It’s late, we’re boarding the ship tomorrow. I should rest now."

"Aren’t you going to finish your soup?" Greed pointed at Jesse’s bowl and asked.

"Who the heck can stomach this stuff?" Jesse replied and then pushed his way through the crowd towards the stairs. The succubus grabbed the imp jumping on the windowsill and followed her master’s steps.

In the evening, Jesse lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Occasionally, he caught sight of Molofeel sitting at the small desk, watching him. It was hard to tell what expression was on Molofeel’s face.

Jesse didn’t want to assume that Vereesa really had feelings for him, but now it seemed Vereesa was actually a bit upset because of the succubus.

After all, she didn’t feel any hatred towards Saenor, the demon, even though she knew about its existence early on and didn’t consider Jesse to be a demon worshipper.

"That’s the person you care about." Molofeel suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Jesse turned around and asked.

"Have you forgotten? When you summoned me just now, master, I saw that person in your eyes." Molofeel said with a smile. "But at that time, I didn’t know much about Azeroth, so it was difficult for me to accurately describe who you cared about."

"At that time, Vereesa was living in Stormwind, and we were preparing to help her find clues about the Death Knight. Of course, I cared about her." Jesse said.

"So the master’s caring…"

Molofeel elongated the tone, and Jesse said, "I want to sleep, stop talking to me about these things."

The next morning, the three of them arrived at the port with their luggage. Sure enough, the goblin ship bound for Kalimdor was already docked at the pier. Several Ogre mercenaries wearing Steamwheedle Cartel gear were busy carrying goods, and some guests were already boarding the ship.

As they approached, Jesse noticed a slightly shorter two-headed Ogre arguing with the dock administrator in the distance.

"What’s going on here?" Ogre said in a strange tone of voice, "I’ve never had this kind of trouble in Nagrand!"

"That means you silly folks haven’t thought about the problem deeply there!" Goblin pointed to his single-horned head and said, "Don’t believe me? Ask it, are you one person or two people?"

"Two people," the single-horned head said coldly.

The one-eyed head was shocked, it tilted its only eye and asked the single-horned head, "How did we just discuss?"

"I didn’t agree," the single-horned head said.

"You stubborn head!" the one-eyed head said, "Now this goblin wants us to buy two tickets."

"Why?!" the single-horned head asked angrily.

"You… you foolish…" The one-eyed head was so angry that it couldn’t catch its breath, and then had to suppress its temper, saying, "Shut up."

He smiled, stared at the goblin with his only eye and said, "We are the same individual, individual."

Ogre carefully looked at this unusual common word, then continued proudly, "So, it only takes up one person’s spot!"

The goblin chuckled twice and said, "If we’re talking about spots, my boss would at least charge you ten tickets. You two dimwits are lucky our boss is generous enough!"

"He dared to call both of us dimwits!" suddenly roared the one-horned head.

The one-eyed head opened its mouth in astonishment, then roared, "I’m going to twist you, parasite!"

"Who’s afraid of who! You darn fool!"

The one-horned head also roared, and then the two-headed Ogre started spinning in place, waving its arms and legs, slapping its own face frantically. It slipped and fell into the sea with a splash, its unstoppable cursing turning into cries for help.

The dock instantly became chaotic. The goblin who had just mocked the two-headed Ogre changed his tune and yelled, "Ah! Hurry, those big dummies over there, go down and rescue this fool. Otherwise, we won’t make any money from that ticket!"

Jesse watched this scene, finding it hard to imagine what it’s like when an Ogremage casts a spell, especially if the two heads disagree on the incantation…

"Don’t your two demons need tickets too, Jesse?" Vereesa asked. "Are you willing to buy tickets for them?"

"Demon? What demon?" Jesse looked around, confused.

Vereesa turned around and saw that the succubus that was behind her had completely disappeared, causing Jesse’s Warlock Pack to deflate when she touched it.

The demon was invisible, completely undetectable to Vereesa, a ranger like her.

The elf sighed silently.

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