Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 212 31. The little girl

"Ding"

Beside the Little Wishing Fountain in Dalaran, the door of the Glory Grocery Store was pushed open. Amidst the ringing of the bell, the red-haired Jack, who was lying on the counter and doing calculations, raised his head.

What came into view was a girl with brown red hair.

She was wearing a large robe, so she couldn't see her figure clearly, but just from her walking posture, she could tell that the girl's legs were astonishingly long.

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

It looks like 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 the girl is not a spellcaster herself.

There is a lack of fluctuations in magic power on the body.

She's just an ordinary person in a robe.

This is not normal.

Because the organization "Kirin Tor" is the most orthodox caster group with the largest number of members in Dalaran, in a sense, the Kirin Tor represents Dalaran.

Except for some special factions of spellcasters and wild mages, 80% of the mages in Dalaran are members of the Kirin Tor.

These orthodox mages are very concerned about the concept of inheritance.

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

Like the girl in front of me who is wearing the robes of the Kirin Tor, but is not a mage, walking on the streets of Dalaran, she will be treated as a thief immediately.

But since she was able to walk into this shop in a big way, instead of being sent to the Violet Prison by the patrolling battle mages, it shows that she has an amazing background.

"Yo, Jack, have you got anything good lately?"

This girl with amazing background looked around in Jack's shop very familiarly, and 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?"

You can tell by the familiar look on her face that this is not the first time she has come to this store.

And from her question, it can be deduced that she is actually very aware that besides the normal grocery business, Red-haired Jack also does some black market business.

It stands to reason that the owner should be happy when the guests 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, even if I had it, I wouldn't dare to sell it to you! Last time I sold you a magic headband, seven or eight battle mages broke into my shop that afternoon.

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

I was almost driven mad by those vicious prisoners. "

"You've only been here for three days, so you're lucky."

Facing Jack's complaints, the young girl laughed, opened the stool, and sat in front of the counter.

She patted the table, like those punks in the bar, lowered her voice, and said coldly:

"The magic headband you sold me is fake, you just bully me because I can't tell the difference between real and fake, I am really angry, Jack, I treat you as a friend, but you treat me like a fool.

But I swear, it wasn't me who sent you to the Violet Hold. "

When the girl said this, she sighed and complained:

"It was that annoying old man who made it up. He thought it would make me feel better. But he didn't know that I didn't really hate that kind of thing."

"You like being lied to?"

Jack picked up the rag, wiped the glass counter, glanced at the poor sitting position of the girl, and said:

"Still like to pretend to be rude? Threatening to scare people?"

"What I just love is the sense of adventure."

The girl rested her chin on her hand, blinked, and said to Red-haired Jack:

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

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

Now, tell me, who is your real identity?

I asked the old housekeeper at home, and he told me that the fake headband is very realistic, and it is not something that ordinary thieves can make.

You must be someone with a history.

Tell me, friend.

You see how boring I am every day. My favorite bar was seized by the battle mages this morning, and I can't go there either. "

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

He looked at the thrill-seeking "second-generation French" girl in front of him, and remembered 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 in front of me is a bird in a cage.

Her life was so boring that she started to try some very dangerous things. In Ravenholdt, there are quite a few members who have experienced her.

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

At the end of trying to escape. More often than not too well.

As for those members who abandoned the past and survived in the dark, they never mentioned the rich and boring past, but they would always talk about the good past after every drunk.

Unfortunately, they can't go back.

Once you melt into the darkness, you will never be able to return to the world under the sun. In this magical world, there is no medicine for regret.

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

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

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

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

And in my eyes, although it hurts a bit, you are really just a fool who is easy to take advantage of.

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

Never step into my store again.

But you are still here.

So let's open the skylight and talk straight. "

Redhead Jack rested his hands on the counter.

He looked at Caitlin, who was embarrassed, with a cold look, and said:

"Stop pretending to be rude, and stop trying to learn those low-class accents that don't do you any good other than make you look like a fool!

You can't buy a second life from me, and I hate dealing with little princesses like you who have their own troubles.

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

In the past, I would not stop them, I would only watch them fall into it step by step with jealousy and schadenfreude. When they screamed and begged for mercy, I didn't answer them at all.

That's a choice they made.

but you"

Jack shook his head and said:

"You go back.

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

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

You can make countless mistakes.

But listen to me, Caitlin, there's a lot going wrong in this world, and your father couldn't fix it. What you are doing now is making one of these mistakes.

Its consequences are too much for you to bear, and you may involve your father in it.

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 to come! "

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

It was very different from the gangster fights she had seen in bars.

It's not the kind of bully who wants to bully others because of his physical strength, but a kind of coldness that will stab a dagger into the neck in the next second.

The red-haired shopkeeper in front of him seemed to be transformed into a snake hiding in the shadows for a moment, and he was swallowing snake letters towards her, as if he was looking at where the fangs should bite in.

Talent, see blood seal throat!

She was terrified.

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 to save her with teleportation.

But in the end, the girl didn't make a call for help.

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

"I have one last question."

Caitlin's lips moved as Jack watched.

This time, she didn't deliberately use the rude accent she learned from the bar, but changed into a standard and elegant tone like when mages recited spells.

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

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

She looked at Jack, with a sense of fear, and said softly:

"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 Rhonin told me before that if I encounter strange things in Dalaran, I will definitely get an answer from you. "

"Ronin? That walking disaster?"

Jack rubbed his head with a headache, he said:

"Okay, that guy who can't control his mouth, don't even think about buying 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 adult certainly doesn't want you to remember him."

Jack pouted and said:

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

"what!"

Caitlin's eyes lit up for a moment, she changed her soft and weak look just now, pointed at Jack and said:

"I lied to you! I've heard of this name before. He is Ravenholdt's Nova Assassin. You call him 'Master'. You are also from Ravenholdt!"

"I'm not!"

Jack said coldly:

"Get out of my shop, right now, right now!"

"Snapped"

A small bag full of gold coins was thrown on the counter by Caitlin. The young girl snorted and patted her hair. She said:

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

"you!!!"

Jack looked at the smug look of the girl with her hips akimbo in front of him, gritted his teeth, and put the gold coins in front of him on the counter.

Said in a faint voice:

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

What information do you want to buy? "

"All the stories about Bo Laike Shaw!

I am very interested in the experience of my benefactor, his story, and his origin. A master assassin rescued me, oh my god, that was the coolest thing that ever happened to me in my boring life growing up! "

Caitlin exclaimed:

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

"Huh? I have a big appetite. I want to track down a shadow walker who is about to become a master assassin."

Jack sneered, folded his arms and said:

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

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

Caitlin sat back on that chair again. Here was a girl from the father of an archmage, showing a smile of "a hundred million people", she took off a gold bracelet with an elf style from her wrist, and threw it to Jack.

In the sound of jingling.

she says:

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

(end of this chapter)