Chapter 156: Phoenix Feather

When he woke up, it was already dark.

 

Jess took a look at his pocket watch. It was just after 7 o'clock in the evening. In his hometown, it gets dark earlier than in the south.

 

Seeing the crack on the pocket watch, he remembered that he had promised Amy Marin to buy her some souvenir.

 

Why not go outside and see what suitable good things there are first? Although this trip doesn't have much time, Jess should not just lie at home and waste time.

 

Go out and pick and choose. Even if he doesn't buy anything, he will have an idea of what gifts he can choose.

 

After getting up, Jess felt that his consciousness was much clearer than at noon. He felt better, and even the burn on his arm was not so obvious.

 

He slightly lifted the bandage and took a look. Well, it still didn't look good.

 

Walking down the stairs, Du Shang was having dinner. There was a smell of moldy rotten cheese in the room. He sniffed and finally located the target on the food in Du Shang's hand.

 

Jess had an inexplicable illusion that he had been sitting here eating all afternoon.

 

Hearing the creaking sound of the stairs, Du Shang looked up. Seeing Jess, he asked, "Do you still feel unwell? Has the medicine taken effect?"

 

Jess touched his temple. The headache was gone. "It seems quite good."

 

"Great." Du Shang held up a piece of green cheese and said, "Do you want to have some together?"

 

Jess took a look at that thing and always felt that eating it would lead to an unpredictable disaster. This is even scarier than the blue cheese in Stormwind City.

 

"My stomach seems quite full, teacher. Thank you. I want to go out and get some fresh air and go shopping or something."

 

"Where are you going?" Du Shang said. "Since it's not easy to come to Dalaran, you must take a good look. There is a very lively commercial street to the east. Now that Winter Veil is coming soon, there are already quite a lot of activities. Aren't you going to have fun?"

 

"Does Dalaran also have Winter Veil activities?"

 

Jess was quite surprised. Although the residents of the Storm Kingdom have accepted the concept of Winter Veil very early due to frequent exchanges with Khaz Modan and because there are many dwarves living in the city itself.

 

But on the continent of Lordaeron, at least outside of Aerie Peak, the concept of Winter Veil has not been fully spread. The Wildhammers are much more closed than the Bronzebeards and are not very willing to share their things with the outside world of Hinterlands.

 

Of course, with the cooperation between dwarves and humans during the Orc War, the sharing of such festival traditions has rapidly deepened. But at least in the royal city of Lordaeron, there are no celebration activities on the same scale as in Stormwind City.

 

"Some gnomes and goblins are setting up festival venues there. You can go and take a look." Du Shang said.

 

That's right. There are quite a lot of gnomes in Dalaran. Gnomes are deeply influenced by dwarves, and goblins can always come up with some ways to make money. It's normal to ride the wave and get some popularity.

 

Coming outside and going east as Du Shang said, sure enough, many houses and shops are decorated with ribbons, snow decorations and so on.

 

There are many people on the street. Many teenagers in Dalaran robes are chasing and playing with candy canes of various colors. Every time a little girl with blond hair rushes past him, Jess will stare at her for a while.

 

It's not because he is some perverted lolicon or something. In fact, he wants to see if he can find Jaina Proudmoore among these children.

 

She should be just over ten years old now, about the same age as these little brats running around everywhere.

 

Jaina's father, the leader of Kul Tiras, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore sent his daughter to Dalaran to learn magic when she was twelve years old. After that, Jaina seldom left Dalaran until she graduated here.

 

Of course, he has no idea what Jaina in this world looks like, let alone her appearance as a child. Looking around like this is just a boring pastime when strolling around the street.

 

Or maybe she hasn't come here yet. Jess came a little early.

 

Walking along with groups of children, Jess came to an ice cream cart.

 

These children excitedly bought one ice cream cone after another with money. He had been circling this cart and observing, wondering if there was an ice mage hidden under this cart or something.

 

After squatting for a long time without any clue, he could only buy one himself.

 

One silver coin for one ice cream cone. He could only sigh at the disparity in the world. The children in Dalaran are really rich.

 

This cart is so profitable. Jess is too lazy to explore how it can make ice. Hiring two mages, one to make ice and one to send it into the cart by teleportation magic, might also be feasible.

 

The weather is quite cool and not very suitable for eating such frozen food. However, in this way, the ice cream cone melts slowly. Jess licks the ice cream while glancing at the small shops on the roadside.

 

There are indeed some small shops here that sell things that can be used as gifts, including toy stores that are never seen in Stormwind City, making the entire street look like a Disney Disneyland.

 

But Amy is almost thirty. Buying a child's toy and taking it back is not mocking her intelligence?

 

So what is a suitable gift?

 

Books?

 

If he can't get the books in the library of Dalaran, I'm afraid Amy, as an apprentice mage, won't even look at them. She might have even read them all.

 

Wands or staffs?

 

The Marin family seems quite wealthy. The wand that Jess can afford, Amy should probably not look at it either.

 

In the end, it still comes down to a matter of money. At that time, Amy casually said to bring back some souvenirs. It seemed quite simple. As a result, when he really came to Dalaran and looked around, he didn't know what to get.

 

Just when he was feeling confused, he saw a stationery and glyph store at the corner of the street in front of him.

 

Why not buy a quill pen and send it back? Something like griffin feathers, which are rarely seen in Stormwind Kingdom, is not expensive here and should be a good choice.

 

Thinking like this, Jess directly walked in. The fragrance of ink and paper immediately surrounded him.

 

"Hello, mage from Stormwind. Welcome. We rarely see guests from the Wizard's Sanctum here."

 

There are no customers in the store. The shopkeeper is a gnome. And he is a real gnome, not a human with a disease.

 

With his chattering tone, Jess couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or really welcoming.

 

The gnome was sitting on a chair taller than himself, facing outside the counter. Jess looked at the rows of tall cabinets behind. He didn't know how this guy would get things if he needed to.

 

"What do you need, sir?"

 

"How much is ordinary copying paper here?"

 

"2 silver and 44 copper, sir."

 

"How many sheets?"

 

"Twelve sheets in one portion."

 

"Why is it so expensive."

 

"Sir, our paper is imported from Stormwind. Maybe there is our cargo on the carriage you took when you came!"

 

Jess stared at the gnome for two seconds before saying, "Okay, I want to see pens."

 

"We have ordinary turkey quill pens here. Of course, there are also duck feathers, eagle feathers, owl iron feathers, vulture feathers, ostrich feathers, griffin feathers, hippogryph feathers, wind serpent feathers..."

 

Jess listened as the gnome rattled off as skillfully as reciting a menu. He didn't expect there to be so many kinds of feathers that can be made into pens.

 

If these people couldn't go to Kalimdor across the endless sea to get supplies, otherwise they might even make quill pens out of the feathers plucked from harpies.

 

"Finally, there is phoenix feather. Which one do you want to see?"

 

Wait, phoenix feather?