Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Ding"

Next to the small wishing fountain in Dalaran, the door of the Glory Grocery Store was pushed open. Amidst the clear ringing of the bell, the red-haired Jack, who was lying on the counter writing calculations, raised his head.

What caught his eye was a girl with brown-red hair.

She was wearing a large robe, so it was difficult to see clearly what her figure was, but just from her walking posture, she could tell that the girl's legs were astonishingly long.

And although she deliberately kept her mature wavy long hair, it can still be seen from her slightly immature face that this girl is not very old.

He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The robe on her body means that she is a member of the Kirin Tor, but the problem is that this girl is not a spellcaster herself.

The slightest bit of magic power fluctuation on his body is lacking.

She is just an ordinary person wearing a robe.

This is not normal.

Because the "Kirin Tor" organization is the most orthodox spellcasting group in Dalaran and has the largest number of members. In a sense, the Kirin Tor represents Dalaran.

In addition to some special factions of spellcasters and wild mages, 80% of the mages in Dalaran are members of the Kirin Tor.

These orthodox mages care very much about the concept of inheritance.

They will voluntarily maintain the "purity" of their group.

A girl like this girl wearing the robes of the Kirin Tor but not a mage would be immediately treated as a thief if she walked on the streets of Dalaran.

But since she could walk into this store with such swagger instead of being sent to the Violet Prison by the patrolling battle mages, it shows that she has an amazing background.

"Hey, Jack, do you have any good stuff lately?"

This girl with an astonishing background looked around in Jack's shop very familiarly. Then she imitated the slightly rude tone of ordinary people and asked the red-haired shopkeeper in front of her.

"My little princess, why did you come to me again?"

Judging by the way she kneaded it, you could tell that this wasn't her first time at this store.

And it can be inferred from her question that she actually knows that in addition to the normal grocery business, Red-haired Jack also does some black market business.

Logically speaking, the shop owner should be happy when customers come.

But this time Jack was under a lot of pressure.

With a painful expression, he said to the young girl in front of him:

"There's nothing good left, and even if there were, I wouldn't dare sell it to you! The last time I sold you a magic ring, seven or eight battle mages broke into my shop that afternoon.

Without any explanation, they sent me to the Violet Prison, where I stayed for three days before being released!

I was almost driven crazy by the vicious prisoners. "

"It's only been three days, you're lucky."

Faced with Jack's complaints, the young girl laughed, pulled out her stool, and sat in front of the counter.

She slapped the table, like the gangsters in the bar, lowered her voice and said coldly:

"The magic ring you sold me is fake. It's just to bully me into not being able to tell the difference between real and fake. I'm really angry. Jack, I treat you as a friend, but you treat me as an enemy.

But I swear, it was not me who sent you to Violet Prison. "

When the girl said this, she sighed and complained:

"It was that annoying old man who took it upon himself to do it. He thought he would make me feel better by doing that. But he didn't know that I actually don't hate that kind of thing."

"Do you like being lied to?"

Jack picked up the rag and wiped the glass counter. He glanced at the girl's poor sitting posture and said:

"Still like to pretend to be rude? Be cruel and scare people?"

"I just like the feeling of adventure."

The girl put her chin on her hand, blinked her eyes, and said to the red-haired Jack:

"Although you lied to me, you also gave me an interesting story that I can recall. Although the magic ring is fake, the interesting day it brought me is real.

So, I forgive you for lying to me, Jack.

Now, tell me, who are you really?

I asked the old housekeeper at home, and he told me that the fake headband was very realistic and could not be made by ordinary thieves.

You must be a person with a background.

Tell me, friend.

Look how boring I am every day. My favorite bar was closed down by the battle mages this morning, and I can't go there. "

Faced with her request, Jack, who was cleaning the table, shook his head.

He looked at the thrill-seeking "Second Generation" girl in front of him, and recalled the sad days when he first joined Ravenholdt.

At that time, he was about the same age as the girl in front of him, but their lives were completely different.

The girl before me is a caged bird.

Her life was so boring that she started to try some very dangerous things. There are quite a few members of Ravenholdt who have experienced something like her.

They are attracted by the so-called excitement and the so-called darkness to join organizations they should not join. After the initial freshness wears off, they will discover some terrible truths.

At the end of trying to escape. It's usually not very good either.

As for those members who abandoned the past and survived in the darkness, they never mentioned the rich and boring past, but they would talk about the good things in the past every time they got drunk.

Unfortunately, they can't go back.

Once you are immersed in darkness, you can never return to the world under the sun. In this magical world, there is no regret medicine.

So after a few seconds, Jack put down the rag in his hand.

He looked at the girl in front of him and said seriously:

"Miss Caitlin, you and I are not friends. I don't know where you learned this damn way of 'making friends,' but I'm here to tell you, it's wrong.

You'll never make real friends the way you do.

In my eyes, although it is a bit hurtful, you are really just an easy victim.

You should have learned a lesson the last time I sold you a fake.

I will never step into my store again.

But you came anyway.

So let’s open the skylight and speak frankly. "

Red-haired Jack put his hands on the counter.

He looked at Caitlin who looked embarrassed in front of him with a cold look, and said:

“Stop pretending to be rude and don’t adopt those accents that only low-class gangsters use. They will not bring you any benefits except making you look like a fool!

You can't buy a second life from me, and I hate dealing with a troublesome little princess like you.

I've seen a lot of kids from rich families like you who don't know the sufferings of the world and pursue excitement.

In the past, I would not stop them. I would only watch them fall into it step by step with jealousy and gloating. When they were screaming and begging for mercy, I wouldn't pay them any attention.

That's a choice they make themselves.

but you"

Jack shook his head and said:

"You go back.

You may hate your powerful mage father, but you also know that no matter what stupid things you do, he will help you get out of trouble time and time again without any complaints.

This gives you the illusion that the whole world revolves around you.

You can make countless mistakes.

But listen, Caitlin, there's a lot wrong with the world that even your father can't fix. What you are doing now is making such a mistake.

The consequences will be unbearable for you, and you may involve your father.

Go back and enjoy your life in the sun, and never come to my store again!

This is not the place for a girl like you! "

Jack said the last two sentences in a very cold tone, filled with the killing intent of an assassin, and his cold perception was like an invisible hand, strangling the throat of the young girl in front of him.

This was completely different from the gangster fights she had seen in bars.

It's not the kind of bully who relies on his physical strength to bully others wantonly, but the coldness that will pierce his neck with a dagger in the next second.

The red-haired shop owner in front of her seemed to be a snake hiding in the shadows, spitting snake messages at her, as if he was sizing up where to bite the fangs.

Talent, seal your throat at the sight of blood!

She was frightened.

When she subconsciously stood up from the chair, she clasped the sapphire pendant hanging around her neck. As long as she called for help, her father's disciples would rush over to save her using teleportation.

But in the end, the girl didn't cry for help.

Under the surprised gaze of red-haired Jack, she just took two steps back, as if she was used to the fatal and malicious gaze.

"I have one last question."

As Jack watched, Caitlin's lips moved.

This time she no longer deliberately used the rude accent she learned from the bar, but instead used the same standard and elegant tone as the mages recited spells.

It can be seen that she must have received strict training as a spell caster when she was a child, and her father really wanted to cultivate her into an excellent person.

"Please tell me, who saved me last night?"

She looked at Jack with a sense of fear and whispered:

"I was drunk last night and was almost kidnapped. But it wasn't my father who saved me. I woke up in the Magic Hotel. The attendant said that a businessman sent me there.

My friend Luo Ning told me before that if I encounter something strange in Dalaran, I will definitely get the answer from you. "

"Ronin? That walking disaster?"

Jack rubbed his head with a headache and said:

"Okay, that guy who can't control his mouth, don't want to buy anything from me in the future!"

"please tell me!"

Caitlin begged:

"My father must have used some methods. I can't find any traces, but I don't want to be a fool. I must at least know the name of the savior."

"That lord certainly doesn't want you to remember him."

Jack curled his lips and said:

"But if it will keep you from bothering me in the future, I can tell you his name. His name is Blake Shaw."

"ha!"

Caitlin's eyes lit up at this moment. She changed her soft and weak look just now, pointed at Jack and said:

"I lied to you! I have heard of this name. He is Ravenholdt's rising star assassin. If you call him 'Sir', you are also a Ravenholdt!"

"I'm not!"

Jack said coldly:

"Get out of my store, now, now!"

"Snapped"

Caitlin threw a small bag full of gold coins on the counter. The young girl snorted, brushed her hair, and said:

"I want to buy information from you. All members of Ravenholdt must be loyal to their commission! This is your rule. I read it in my father's magic book."

"you!!!"

Jack looked at the proud look of the girl with her hands on her hips. He gritted his teeth and put the gold coins in front of him on the counter.

Said in a faint voice:

"Very good, this is your choice. If you encounter any trouble in the future, don't come to me! Congratulations, little princess, you just stepped into our world.

What information do you want to buy? "

"All about Blake Shaw!

I am very interested in the experience of my benefactor, his story, and his origin. A master assassin saved me. Oh my god, this is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me in my boring life! "

Caitlin said loudly:

"Including what kind of underwear he likes to wear, I want to know!"

"Huh? You have a big appetite. You want to track down a shadowwalker who is about to become a master assassin."

Jack sneered, crossed his arms and said:

"But with such a small amount of money, it's difficult for me to help you. Simple little girl, I advise you not to pursue it recklessly."

"So, you're going to talk to me about money?"

Caitlin sat back on the chair again. The girl whose father was an archmage showed a smile that was as close as a million people. She casually took off an elf-style gold bracelet from her wrist and threw it to Jack.

In the sound of jingling bells.

she says:

"Is that enough? If that's enough, start quickly. I'm waiting to hear the story."