Chapter 121: The Crimes of Goblins

At noon the next day, Jess could no longer feel any abnormality in his body. However, after much persuasion and even doing a set of radio gymnastics on the spot, the watching priest finally agreed to let him go.

Yesterday, he had said that he would discuss the matter of the ship ticket with Master Carlo Duchamp. As a result, because of practicing magic, a whole day was delayed.

Jess rushed into the Blue Recluse and was about to get some food and then go to the Wizard's Sanctuary to find him. As it happened, he met him right in the tavern.

Duchamp was sitting by the window, reading a book with a cup of coffee. He was wearing a simple white shirt on his upper body and a pair of gray linen pants on his lower body. With this guy's somewhat out-of-date short hair and stubble, if it weren't for the extremely medieval-looking decoration beside him, Jess almost thought he was looking at a middle-aged white-collar worker drinking coffee on an Italian street in the 20th century.

"Master Duchamp." Jess went over and asked, "May I sit down?"

"Ah, Jess, of course." Duchamp put the coffee cup aside and asked, "How is it? Have you agreed on a time with your friend?"

"We've agreed." Jess sat down and handed the note written by Gerred to Duchamp and said, "We plan to take the Great Baladin Conqueror on the 17th to go to Southshore."

"I know that's a ship of the Steamwheedle Cartel." Duchamp put the note in his pocket and asked, "It's fine, but do you know what the goblins did during the Orc War?"

Well...

This question hit Jess's blind spot. He has never been very concerned about the goblin race, let alone what they did before the timeline of the game started.

Generally speaking, although goblins are relatively closer to the Horde in the game, except for the Bilgewater Cartel, most goblins are also neutral and do business in Alliance cities.

Seeing Jess's blank look, Duchamp said, "Decades ago, the Steamwheedle Cartel took over Blackwater Bay from the trolls and renamed it Booty Bay. It was originally a human bay that was lost due to troll looting. Now it has become the property of the Steamwheedle Cartel and the Blackwater Pirates. The Steamwheedle Cartel uses Booty Bay as its new base of operations and wants to get involved in the trade of half the continent. In short, during the Orc War, the Steamwheedle Cartel used the port of Booty Bay to help the orcs transport supplies, provide warship technology, and various actions such as the map of Stranglethorn Vale in exchange for gold coins. And that money was all collected by Orgrim Doomhammer from the treasury of Stormwind Keep."

"In other words, the wealth accumulated by the Storm Kingdom after the troll war helped the Steamwheedle Cartel expand rapidly. They call it business, but in the eyes of the Alliance, it is undoubtedly a hostile act. If it weren't for their active compensation of a large sum of money for reconstruction after the war and their explicit promise to help the Storm Kingdom with shipping and freight between other kingdoms at sea, the kingdom would definitely blow up Booty Bay to pieces once it recovers. But so what? This money is ultimately the property of the Storm Kingdom. No matter how much the amount is, this compensation is not enough to make up for their crimes. It depends on their subsequent performance and how much 'effort' they are willing to make for their neutral reputation."

Jess really lacks understanding of these things. When he first came to Stormwind City, he had seen the flag of the Steamwheedle Cartel. He thought that the trade relationship between goblins and the Alliance was quite close. But it is indeed close, only in terms of economic closeness.

Jess said helplessly, "My friend asked around at the port for several days. He also didn't want to choose a goblin ship. There really is no other choice."

Duchamp nodded and said, "I don't mean to oppose your choice. Of course, it's best to take any ship available now. I just want you to be careful, Jess Sesoth. Those goblins will do anything for money. But I also know your difficulties. I will take care of it and then send the ship ticket to your teacher, Master Marin. Don't worry."

"Thank you, teacher." Jess said.

"By the way, Jess, I haven't asked you yet." Duchamp took a sip of coffee and asked, "Do you have any special methods for learning Orcish? I know that in Dalaran, there are some nobles from very wealthy families who collect books, scriptures, letters left by orcs everywhere to help them master Orcish as soon as possible. But you... I think you probably don't have so much wealth at home, right? Of course, I don't mean to be offensive."

Wait, wealthy nobles in Dalaran collect orc writings everywhere?

Then there's no need to take the risk of going to Booty Bay for an auction. You can just go to Dalaran and sell that orc letter.

By the way, for that fragment... Jess thought to himself. He could also copy down everything on it and then sell that book to people in Dalaran who collect orc materials to make money.

But there is Life Tap recorded on it. If that book is sold, isn't it equivalent to making this spell public? I don't know if the warlocks in Dalaran have learned this spell. If they have it, then it can be sold. If they don't... Isn't it equivalent to giving away one's own unique skill?

Thinking of this, Jess felt that that fragment couldn't be sold directly.

You should know that before the Scourge invasion, warlocks in Azeroth, especially human warlocks, developed very, very slowly. What really led to the great development of human black magic was caused by the demons of the Burning Legion summoned by the Scourge Legion spreading all over the world after their defeat.

That is to say, at this time, Jess should also be careful not to spread the good things he has learned indiscriminately so that he can surpass other warlocks as quickly as possible in terms of his own level.

What spirit of sharing... Screw that.

"There's not much money in my family. At most, it can maintain daily expenses. There's definitely no money to buy those expensive books." Jess explained, "My parents are ordinary people. For learning Orcish... I basically rely on the library and my own understanding. I think many students in the class just treat Orcish as a hobby. But I really hope to be able to rely on Orcish to seek a profession with a relatively high income in the future. This may be my advantage."

After saying that, Jess unconsciously swallowed. He still couldn't completely lie without blinking an eye.

"So actually you are optimistic that these orcs left in Azeroth can coexist peacefully with humans in the future?" Duchamp casually asked.

"I'm not optimistic at all, ha!" Jess forced a dry laugh and said, "If humans and orcs can coexist peacefully in the future, will learning Orcish still bring high income, Master Duchamp?" Carlo Duchamp smiled and said, "That's exactly the case."

Coming out of the Blue Recluse, Jess felt that he had finally completely solved a big problem.

Standing in the garden of the Wizard's Sanctuary, Jess looked at this white tower and thought about the matter of mage armor.

At present, the biggest obstacle to learning mage armor is that his upper limit of mental energy is not high enough. Although he doesn't know what the final result of casting a spell will be if the upper limit of mental energy is sufficient, it is obvious that without breaking through the upper limit, he will not even have the right to know the result.

Recalling the casting process yesterday, Jess actually felt a little tired when he had recited one-third of the spell. After two-thirds, when he was communicating with those arcane energies at a high density, he was actually forcing himself.

If following the standard of practicing Arcane Intellect before, he should rest or drink a mana potion to ease up when reaching two-thirds of the spell.

As a result, he was eager for quick success and overdrawn his mana, resulting in the consequence of fainting.

Fortunately, there was no permanent damage. Marin had told him that there were still many cases where such overconsumption caused irreversible consequences.

Of course, there is also casting focus. Jess knows that when he was casting a spell yesterday, he actually lost his concentration several times due to reasons such as lack of confidence. This definitely had a great negative impact on casting.

But if he insists on being focused and doing it again, can it be completed completely? Not necessarily. Jess doesn't think that trying again soon will be much better, not to mention the risks. Thinking like this, since he is already under the Wizard's Sanctuary, he might as well go to the library and check if there are any other ways to increase the upper limit of mental energy besides practicing magic.