Chapter 135: The Whereabouts of the Star.

Before dawn, the black panther was finally dragged onto the deck.

It had been tied up layer after layer by the goblins and other sailors who were called down to help. At this time, it had lost the will to resist. Lying on the ground like a mummy, it didn't move at all. With its mouth also trapped, only its eyes could move slightly.

However, compared to this panther, Jess was more concerned about his cloak.

He tried to rub those claw marks with seawater. As he rubbed, they seemed to fade a bit. So he kept rubbing, trying to completely erase those white marks.

After rubbing for a long time, there were still some marks left in the end. If you looked closely, you could still notice them.

Except for this mark, there was no damage. That leopard had no strength in the end. Otherwise, it might be more serious.

With this kind of damage, if it can be repaired, it doesn't need as much as 30 silver coins, right?

In fact, it's not very obvious. Let's just leave it at that.

While Jess was dealing with his cloak here, the leopard that was tied up over there was always staring at him, as if it knew what he had done.

It seemed to know why it suddenly became so weak and powerless, and also knew the reason why it was finally captured.

Jess could even feel the strong hatred of this beast for dark magic. Maybe it had also encountered those warlocks and been harmed by dark magic during the invasion of the orcs. Otherwise, how could there be such great hatred?

At this time, the arena guard who was in charge of escorting the "Night Baron" finally dared to stand up and take responsibility for the mistake.

This was a rather sturdy guy. Although he had typical brown hair of a resident of Stormwind Kingdom and a very three-dimensional appearance, his skin was so red and dark due to long-term exposure outdoors.

He said to the passengers who had just recovered from the shock of the whole night: "Next time, we will carefully check the safety measures of the flute. In fact, we originally hypnotized him with drugs all the time for more insurance. Maybe the storm made the drugs lose their effect prematurely. In any case, it really shouldn't have happened like this. I am willing to pay half of the reward as compensation."

"Why didn't you go down and catch him just now?" The bare-chested man stepped forward and questioned: "You should be the person who knows best how to catch this leopard back. Even if you stand up and give some hints!"

"Don't dwell on it, sir." The goblin captain interjected: "Although I really don't want to say this because I appreciate your efforts, but taking money means getting things done. If he is going to give you any crucial advice, should you also give him a share of the money? After all, part of this hunting task is to make up for the losses caused by this person and his master. Since you have received the agreed reward, and he is also willing to pay some price, I hope this discussion ends here and don't dwell on it anymore."

The bare-chested man was somewhat indignant, but he didn't know what to say to refute.

Gerred and Jess were too lazy to care about these arguments. The two of them didn't choose to take all the silver coins but chose to take one gold coin and 40 silver coins because the value of gold coins is relatively stable after all.

The two of them didn't need to split the money either. After all, they were traveling together, so they tried to take something more valuable.

Now Jess was holding this gold coin in his hand and looking at it. He didn't know how long it had been since he last touched a gold coin with his own hands.

This is a Gurubashi gold coin with a pattern of a winged wind serpent printed on it.

Currently, because its weight is not much different from various styles of gold coins circulating within the Alliance, and there are too many of them flowing everywhere during the decline of the huge Gurubashi Empire, it is recognized by most places.

Gerred stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see. Don't take it and think it's all yours."

Jess handed it to him. Gerred rubbed the snake image on it and smirked twice. As long as the goblin pays enough money, everything else is secondary.

At this time, Jess noticed that the man who had told them about the Night Baron information before was leaning on the railing and looking at the black panther. He approached and asked, "Sir, do you know where this beast is going?"

"Don't you know?" The man replied: "The recently opened Dunhold Arena in Blackmoore has become famous in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Many nobles from Alterac and even Arathi have traveled thousands of miles to go there to watch... Because there are orcs in that arena! Who doesn't want to know what kind of performance the star beast of Gurubashi will have in front of the orcs in Dunhold?"

So that's it. This black panther is going to Dunhold Castle to fight against orc slaves. No wonder the shipping cost is so high. Such a star's appearance fee alone is unimaginable. Not to mention dividends from ticket sales and such.

Jess knew that as a person on a fixed salary, he couldn't imagine how much these people in the entertainment industry could earn.

"I can't tell, you two." The noble said: "I thought you were going to die down there. But I didn't expect you all to come back. However, that guy with the ponytail is really in a miserable state."

Jess had been helping to move the black panther just now and didn't notice the situation when the ponytail man was rescued into the cabin. Only now when he relaxed did he remember that when the ponytail man saw him at the end, he was still struggling to breathe.

At this time, several human sailors were having a fierce argument with the captain and the goblins about something. They were not speaking Common. But the human sailors kept pointing in the northeast direction, which was the direction of Menethil Harbor.

Jess could guess that they were probably arguing about whether to go to Menethil Harbor for rest.

It could be seen that the captain still insisted on his choice and wanted to continue straight until reaching Southshore. There were still about four days of voyage left. In this way, they could reach Southshore before December 1st. Jess and Gerred's travel time would be much more relaxed.

This was of course what Jess hoped for because if they had to turn and go to Menethil Harbor for a stop, it might delay for two or even three days.

From the discussions of the people around, it seemed that the ponytail man was temporarily out of life danger. But on the sea, no one could say what would happen.

Jess was very glad that he wasn't the captain of this ship and didn't have to make such a difficult choice.

However, for the goblin captain, this wasn't a difficult choice either. They wouldn't delay for treating the wounded.

At this time, the argument seemed to have a result.

The captain walked in front of everyone again. He looked at the deck. Many people had already returned to the cabin.

"Is there a priest here? Currently, we have three or four wounded. Two of them are very seriously injured and need a professional priest." The captain shouted: "If there is no priest, any druid, shaman, witch doctor, sage, or tide priest. As long as you have a way to slow down people's dying, no matter what method you use, you can stand up. I'll pay. As long as you can keep these wounded alive until we reach Southshore!"

Looking at those people who went to respond to the captain's call, Gerred leaned against the wooden box and said quietly: "I didn't know there was a priest on this ship. Why didn't you stand up and help more actively just now? Speaking of which, it would be great if I had joined the Church of the Holy Light in Stormwind. They could teach me some ways to save people. I could earn a lot more silver coins."

"Maybe that's why you can't become a priest." Jess said.

"You should become a priest, Jess." Gerred sat up and said: "Your words are exactly the same as those bald guys in the Light Cathedral."