Chapter 150: Encounter

Even in the peripheral areas of Dalaran, the urban construction is as meticulous as the courtyards of those European nobles. One can sense that the construction of the mage district in Stormwind City was inspired by this place.

However, in order to deliberately avoid this unique combination of elven and human aesthetic colors and architectural features, the buildings in the mage district mostly directly continue the conservative style of the Stormwind Kingdom.

When mixed with the planning concept that imitates Dalaran, it instead ends up being somewhat lacking in distinctiveness.

On the other hand, the unique exotic style brought by ethnic integration here is seamless, as if it has smoothly given birth to another unique style. Such a place cannot be found anywhere from Quel'Thalas to Tirisfal.

Walking on the street, Jess couldn't help but keep looking up and around, like a country lad who has just entered the city. Gerred, leaning on his cane, is even faster than him.

The two stepped into a tavern named "Sky Blue Encounter". The lobby is very large, and the decoration is very similar to Jess's room, with a few more landscape paintings hung.

There is even an oil painting overlooking Elwynn Forest. However, judging from its perspective, the painting location is mysteriously located high above the forest, making it very difficult to imagine where the painter was sitting when painting.

Although there are many customers, compared to other places in the Stormwind Kingdom or Lordaeron, the taverns in Dalaran are quieter. Occasional loud laughter is particularly jarring.

So when a Wildhammer dwarf rushes in, it's like a mini bull charging into a china shop.

Gerred led Jess to the bar counter, pointed skillfully on the menu, then turned around and asked, "When are you planning to go to the royal city to see your parents, Jess?"

"Let's wait for one day first. I still want to observe the condition of my body." Jess replied, "Teacher told me that the date of the exchange meeting is set on the 11th. If it's determined that I'm fine and I have to leave, it's best to leave early tomorrow morning and come back before the exchange meeting. You don't have to follow me. Just recuperate well in Dalaran."

At this point, Jess suddenly thought of the matter of the Eye of Dalaran, and a hint of gloom passed through his heart.

"But I say, can you still travel now?"

"What do you think?" Gerred gave him a sideways glance and said, "I won't follow you running around everywhere. At least rest for a few days to let the injury stabilize before we talk. Saying that it will take two weeks to recover also requires good care. I don't want to go to Aerie Peak in this state."

"Then I'll go by myself." Jess said, "Be careful in Dalaran too. Don't wander around Violet Citadel for no reason. Be careful that the mages there will drive you away as soon as they see you Wildhammer dwarves who don't like magic."

It's best to stay as far away as possible from the location of Dalaran's treasury.

"Don't worry, I won't look for trouble." Gerred stroked his beard and said, "Come to think of it, in the past two days since I arrived here, I've been here all the time and I've never been to see those beautiful small buildings by the lake in the north, such as schools and big fountains."

"So don't go first." Jess immediately said, "When I come back from there, we two can go and stroll around there together. If you go first, it really won't be interesting."

Gerred said, "Makes sense. With you, a mage, around, a Wildhammer dwarf won't be too strange, right? Ha!"

"I heard from Teacher Dushang that you just arrived in Dalaran yesterday?" Jess asked.

Gerred replied, "Actually, it was in the middle of the night the day before yesterday. I came through the path in Alterac Valley with the cavalry troops of Lordaeron. I said I wanted to come to Dalaran to see you quickly, and they directly tied me on the horseback and brought me here. Although it was to take care of my injury, it sounds a bit strange, right? But in my physical condition, I really can't sit steadily on those highland warhorses that are as strong as oxen... Anyway, they saved me a lot of money and effort and didn't injure my leg."

"Didn't you let those gryphons send you here?" Jess asked.

He was just asking casually, but as soon as the words came out, he realized that it might not be appropriate to bring up this topic at this time.

The relaxed look on Gerred's face also dimmed a bit.

Jess knew what the dwarf was thinking of, and so was he.

Gerred said, "Forget about gryphons."

"By the way, I see that you've been very lively since just now. Are you sure there's nothing else uncomfortable on your body? After all, you were still in a coma yesterday and kept muttering something..."

"What were you muttering?" Jess asked.

"I don't understand." Gerred shook his head and said, "Even Master Dushang doesn't understand. He has learned so many languages but still has no clue. Maybe it's just nonsense caused by the shadow due to the black dragon's attack."

Jess wondered if he had spoken Chinese in his sleep? But speaking Chinese is better than speaking some demon language or something.

At this time, the bartender brought two glasses. Jess rarely drinks from a glass. The wine in the glass is light pink. Somehow it looks like dye or something, which is a bit strange.

"What is this thing?"

Looking over, Gerred was holding a glass of an even stranger black drink that kept bubbling. This kind of bubbling is not like the feeling of carbon dioxide bubbles, but rather gurgling like lava. But it's still cold!

"What's that thing on you again..."

"Whatever it is!" Gerred said with a smile, "Anyway, it's delicious. I can't remember the elvish name either. Let's find a seat!"

He led the way in front. Suddenly, he stopped. Jess almost directly bumped into his back while holding the glass.

Gerred leaned sideways and took a step back, looking down at a person sitting at the table next to him.

This is an elf man. His scattered blond hair reaches halfway down his arm and partly covers his face. The pointed ears and long eyebrows protruding from his hair reveal his race.

He is wearing a light blue silk long coat, a common style among elves on the street. Leaning casually on the chair, he is looking at a dark red elvish book with green vine patterns on the cover. There is only a cup of green tea on the table in front of him.

Gerred plopped down opposite him and slammed his glass on the table with a "clang".

Jess stood aside, and his heart shuddered. This glass looks very thin and surprisingly sturdy. I wonder how much it would cost to pay for it if it broke.

"What a damn coincidence, huh?"

Hearing the sound, the elf closed the book with one hand with a "swish" and lazily turned his head to look at Gerred.

When Jess saw his face clearly, he felt why this guy was so familiar...

But he doesn't know any elves. Why is he familiar with an elf's face?

No, strictly speaking, he still "knows" one elf.

The elf laughed and asked, "You two are still alive?"

As soon as Jess heard this voice, he was immediately sure. This is actually that guy from Duskwood!