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Life in Stormwind City was vastly different from the grim and austere lifestyle of the Witcher World. The human kingdom in Azeroth thrived with prosperity and abundant resources. It was rich in rare delicacies, fine wines, and various professions that offered unique skills and goods.

Wayne spent the next three days immersing himself in the city's bustling culture, shopping, and sampling its delights. During this time, he secured a deal with Murray from Klein Bookstore, acquiring nearly 5,000 books in stock and placing orders for an additional 10,000. These books spanned almost every subject imaginable in Azeroth, creating an expansive collection. 

While not all the books would prove useful, their inclusion in his library was a significant addition. Wayne noted how pleased Raani, the quiet Princess of the Moon, was. Her love for reading extended beyond magic-related tomes; she devoured all forms of literature with enthusiasm.

Aside from books, Wayne's most significant accomplishment during these days was an opportunity to obtain a high-end pet badge. Since learning of its existence, the concept of this magical equipment had fascinated him. With the Deathclaw Robin as his trusted companion—a ten-meter-tall juggernaut of power—Wayne valued the pet's versatility, whether as a mount or an indomitable shield in battle. However, its sheer size was a limitation in urban environments and complex terrains, restricting its utility in certain scenarios.

The pet badge offered a solution. According to the information he gathered, it was a highly specialized magical item, not mass-produced like space backpacks. Each badge was custom-made to fit the unique characteristics of its owner's combat companion. It allowed the temporary transportation of pets to an alternate plane, linked through Azeroth's magic, from which they could be summoned when needed. 

The badge's limitations included a three-day storage cap. Exceeding this duration risked the permanent loss of the pet to the badge's alternate dimension. Additionally, the technology appeared exclusive to Azeroth, suggesting it might be non-functional outside its boundaries. 

Despite these restrictions, Wayne decided the investment was worthwhile. The pet badge would allow him to keep the Deathclaw accessible for critical moments, dramatically increasing his flexibility in battle. Thanks to Paletress, the senior priest he had befriended, he was introduced to a court mage who was said to be an old acquaintance of Alonsus Faol. The mage agreed to craft the badge for a hefty sum, further cementing Wayne's belief that the relationship with Paletress was invaluable.

At the cost of 10,000 gold coins, Wayne not only acquired rare opportunities but also strengthened ties with a promising ally and secured conveniences in Stormwind City. However, just as he was coordinating with Paletress about allocating funds to help the orphans, Genset unexpectedly sought him out, bringing unsettling news.

"What? Van Cleef escaped?" Wayne's voice carried a sharp edge as his expression darkened.

Genset, clearly uncomfortable, explained with a sheepish smile. "Yes. It happened earlier this morning, about five hours ago. I only learned of it through a military dispatch. The city gates are under martial law now, but it's unclear if Van Cleef has already slipped past our defenses or is still in the city. There are also concerns about Defias Brotherhood agents within Stormwind itself."

He hesitated before adding gravely, "Van Cleef is infamous as an assassin. Many of his enemies have fallen to his blade. You were instrumental in his capture, and it's possible he will seek vengeance. Please be cautious in the coming days."

Wayne's initial frustration faded as he assessed the situation. His expression became calm, almost cold. There was no point in blaming Genset, who had gone out of his way to warn him. It was a gesture of concern, one not everyone might have made.

"Thank you, Major Genset, for the warning."

"When you're free, let's have a drink together," Wayne offered casually, nodding to Major Genset as the man left. 

Wayne's gaze shifted thoughtfully to a specific corner of the street, where a figure he had encountered once before slipped away, barely visible. Intrigued, he decided to follow. The figure moved deliberately, ensuring their trail was noticeable, leading Wayne on a quiet pursuit through the winding streets of Stormwind's old city.

After more than ten minutes, Wayne found himself in a dimly lit alleyway. At the far end, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man stood waiting, his posture calm and calculated. The faint aura of danger surrounding him confirmed Wayne's suspicions.

This was Mathias Shaw, the master assassin and head of SI:7, Stormwind City's elite intelligence organization. 

"Commander Shaw," Wayne began, feigning ignorance while wearing a bored expression. "I presume you're here to talk to me?"

"I have to say," Wayne continued with a slight smirk, "I've never been fond of dealing with intelligence officers. You lot always beat around the bush, twisting words and dragging things out. It's honestly a little irritating."

Shaw, clearly not expecting such bluntness, allowed a brief twitch of amusement at the corners of his mouth before his expression settled back into its usual stoicism. His sharp eyes took in every detail of Wayne, likely analyzing his tone and body language with precision. 

"Mr. Wayne," Shaw said evenly, his voice cool and controlled, "you've already proven yourself a powerful and resourceful adventurer. I won't waste time with formalities. I have a mission that requires someone with your unique set of skills. The question is, are you willing to accept it?"