Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 212 31. Little Fan Girl

"Ding"

  Beside the small wishing fountain in Dalaran, the door of the Glory Grocery Store was pushed open, and in the clear ringtone, the red-haired Jack, who was lying on the counter and writing calculations, raised his head.

   A girl with reddish brown hair came into view.

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

   And although she deliberately kept her long, wavy, mature hair, she could still tell from her slightly immature face that the girl was not very old.

   is fifteen or sixteen years old.

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

   lacks even a little magic power fluctuation.

   She is just an ordinary person in a robe.

   This is not normal.

  Because the organization "Kirin Tor" is the most orthodox and largest caster group in Dalaran, in a sense, 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 this girl wearing Kirin Tor robes but not a mage walking on the streets of Dalaran, she will be treated as a thief for the first time.

   But since she can swagger into the store instead of being sent to Violet Prison by patrolling war mages, it shows that she has an amazing background.

   "Yo, Jack, is there any good stuff lately?"

  This girl with an amazing background looked around in Jack's shop very familiarly, and learned 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 from the way she is cooked, it is not the first time she has come to this store.

   And from her question it can be deduced that she actually knows very well that Jack the Red will do some black market business in addition to the normal grocery business.

   It stands to reason that the owner should be happy that the customer has come.

   But Jack will be under a lot of pressure.

   With an expression of pain, he said to the young girl in front of him:

   "There's nothing good, 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.

   Involuntarily sent me to Violet Prison, where I stayed for three days before I was released!

   I was almost driven mad by those vicious prisoners. "

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

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

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

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

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

   When the girl said this, she sighed and complained:

   "It's that nasty old man who thinks it's going to make me feel better. But he doesn't know, I don't actually hate that kind of thing."

   "Do you like being cheated?"

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

   "Still pretending to be rude? Intimidating people?"

   "I just like the sense 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 headband is fake, the interesting day it brought me is real.

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

  Now, tell me, who is your real identity?

  I asked the old housekeeper, and he told me that the fake headband was very realistic, not something ordinary thieves could make.

   You must be a person with a history.

  Tell me, my friend.

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

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

   He looked at the exciting "French Generation II" girl in front of him, and remembered the sad days when he first joined Ravenholdt.

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

   The girl in front of me is a caged bird.

   She had a very boring life and started to try some very dangerous things. In Ravenhold, there are many members who have such experiences.

   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 passes, they will discover some terrible truths.

   At the end of trying to escape. Often not so good.

   As for those members who have abandoned the past and survived in the dark, they never mention the rich and boring past, but they will talk about the good past every time they get 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 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 earnestly:

   "Miss Caitlin, you and I are not friends. I don't know where you learned this **** 'friendship' method, but I'm going to tell you it's wrong.

  You will never make real friends in this way.

   In my eyes, although it hurts a bit, you are really just a gullible bully.

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

   Never set foot in my store again.

   But you came anyway.

   So let's open the sunroof and speak up. "

   Red Jack had his hands on the counter.

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

   "Stop being rude, and don't learn the accents that low-level thugs use, they won'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 troublesome little princesses like you.

   I have seen a lot of rich kids like you who are ignorant of the sufferings of the world and pursue excitement.

   In the past, I would not stop them, I would only watch them fall into it with jealousy and schadenfreude. When they screamed and begged for mercy, I didn't pay any attention to them.

   That is their choice.

but you"

  Jack shook his head and said:

   "Go back.

   You may hate your powerful mage father, but you also know that no matter what stupid thing you do, he will help you settle the trouble again and again, never complaining.

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

   You can make countless mistakes.

   But listen to me, Caitlin, there are so many mistakes in this world that even your father can't handle it. What you are doing now is making one such mistake.

   The result is something you cannot bear, and you may involve your father in it.

   Go back and enjoy your life under the sun, never come to my shop again!

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

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

  This is very different from the gangster fights she saw in the bar.

   is not the kind of bully that recklessly bullies others by relying on his physical strength, but a kind of coldness that will stab a dagger into his neck in the next second.

   The red-haired shopkeeper in front of him seemed to have transformed into a snake hiding in the shadows, and was swallowing snake letters towards her, as if he was looking at this poisonous tooth, where to bite it.

   Talent, see blood seal throat!

   She was terrified.

When    subconsciously stood up from the chair, he buckled the sapphire pendant hanging from his neck. As long as he cried out for help, his father's disciples would rush over to save her with teleportation.

   But in the end, the girl did not call for help.

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

   "I have one last question."

   As Jack watched, Caitlyn's lips moved.

   This time, she didn't deliberately use the rude accent she learned from the bar, but replaced it with a standard and elegant tone like when mages chanted spells.

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

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

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

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

  My friend Ronin told me before that if I ever get into something weird in Dalaran, I'm sure I'll 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 think about buying anything from me in the future!"

"please tell me!"

   Caitlin implored:

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

   "The lord definitely doesn't want you to remember him."

  Jack pouted and said:

   "But if that keeps you from bothering me in the future, I can tell you his name, Blake Shaw."

"what!"

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

   "I lied to you! I've heard this name before, he is Ravenholdt's Assassin Rising Star, you call him 'Sir', and you are from Ravenholdt too!"

"I'm not!"

  Jack said coldly:

   "Get out of my shop, now, now!"

"Snapped"

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

   "I want to buy information from you. All the 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 proud look of the girl who was akimbo in front of him. He gritted his teeth and put the gold coins in front of him into the counter.

   said in a faint voice:

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

  You, what information do you want to buy? "

   "All stories 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 ever happened in my boring life growing up! "

   Caitlin exclaimed:

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

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

  Jack sneered, crossed his arms and said:

   "But with this amount of money, it's hard for me to do things for you. Simple girl, I also advise you not to recklessly pursue."

   "So, are you going to talk to me about money?"

  Caitlin sat back on the chair again. There was a girl with an archmage's father. She showed a smile of "one hundred million close people". She casually took off a elf-style gold bracelet from her wrist and threw it to Jack.

   in the jingle.

she says:

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

   (end of this chapter)