Chapter 215: New “trainees”

Jace led Walesa back to the mage area and told her to wait in the garden below the Wizard’s Sanctuary for a while.

I was thinking of going to find Amy, but I had just walked up the stairs when I suddenly saw old Marin, who had just come out of the tower.

“Master! Here, me, Jace! Jace Sesso!”

Jace squeezed past a group of mages on the circling road bridge to get to Marin, who had a hard time catching sight of who was calling him.

He picked up his glasses and said, “I thought you weren’t going to come back, I heard something big happened in Dalaran? I haven’t had a chance to meet Carlo Duchamp to ask.”

“It does seem quite large, Master, I’ll speak more slowly later.” Jace said, “But really, I was wondering where my apprentice’s apartment is? I should have my own apartment right ……”

Marin looked the student in front of her up and down and asked, “I thought you didn’t live in an apartment? Amy even asked you specifically at the time.”

“I live! Wasn’t I still an assistant then, not even a mage.”

“Changed your mind? Luckily I haven’t gotten around to canceling it for you this year, you want to go see it?”

“Right right.”

“Well.” Marin pulled a pamphlet out of his pocket and chimed in as he flipped through the pages, “That’s the good thing about coming back a little early, Mr. Sesso, everything can be taken care of and everything can be arranged in time.”

Jace felt a huge sigh of relief all of a sudden when he heard that the room was still there.

If he couldn’t get through here, he’d probably have to go to Grid, after all, the side where he lived was packed with people so long ago that there was no way he could find a spare room.

But letting Grid place an Elf in the Dwarf Quarter is not a volcano erupting, a flat earth thundering, and a sodium block going into the water?

Even if Grid is kind to Walesa, the rest of the Dwarf District doesn’t care who she is, and that’s definitely not “safe”.

Marin pointed to an address on the pamphlet and said, “See, ask for the key from the old lady inside who looks after the apartment, if she’s not there it should be a fat gentleman with a northern accent. Remember to register there in Master Andromas’ office hall this afternoon or tomorrow, it’s pretty crowded, so don’t be late.”

“Remember.” Jace said, “Thank you Master.”

“No need to thank me, just give me a good lesson and don’t lose face with the king. By the way, where are your vestments?” Marin pressed his glasses and asked.

“Unlucky to have the Death Knight burned.” Jace said.

The old mage was stunned for a moment at this, staring into Jace’s eyes for a few moments before saying, “We really should talk some other time, Mr. Sesso.”

“Yes, Master, I’ll go first, farewell!”

With that said Jace turned his head and made his way through another group of mages to the bottom garden and found himself in front of Winressa, who looked on the verge of falling asleep and couldn’t stop dozing off with her cheeks resting on her head, and then reluctantly raised her head again when she heard someone approaching.

“There’s a place to stay, way I come.”

Upon hearing this, Winressa was in good spirits again.

Jace led her deeper into the mage district at the address Marin had told her, and the slaughtered lamb was just ahead on another fork in the road, the sign flashing by.

The thought that there was a whole mess of shady guys waiting for him in this basement gave me a pang.

Luckily, the apartment he was in wasn’t in this neighborhood, and it took a bit more walking before he finally came to this small, cream-colored, green-tiled building.

It was much quieter here than over at the Sorcerer’s Sanctuary, and Jace pushed open the door to the building gin yah yah, inside was a narrow stairwell, and no matter where you looked up or down, it felt as if you were going to be squeezed out of room, the whole space looked as if you were going to have to leave just a small crack to barely let one person through.

An old woman nearby pushed open a small side door and asked, “Are you an apprentice? Or an apprentice mage?”

Jace made room for this little door and said, “I’m an apprentice, ma’am.”

“The ring.” The old lady hooked her finger.

Jace showed her the ring, and the old woman grabbed Jace’s finger and brought it up to look at it for a moment before letting go.

She returned to the small side door and rummaged around for something, then moved back to hand a key to Jace and said, “Fourth floor, twenty-first, go up. Uh, is this a …… elf? And elves come to the Wizard’s Sanctuary to learn magic? Isn’t Quel’thalas so much better?”

“We’re all in the Lordaeron League now, ma’am.” Jace said, “Thank you.”

With that said, he slipped all the way up the stairs with Winressa in tow, who followed and said quietly, “The humans here are quite nice to Quel’dorei …… Earlier, Aurelia told me that all humans outside of Dalaran are full of malice toward us, and told me to be careful. “

“And she’s going to marry a Lordaeron noble?” Jace asked.

“You know about this too?”

Jace looked back and said, “It’s not just me, the whole league knows.”

Winressa said with some concern, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jess asked, “You still want to control your sister?”

“I was afraid to care about her, it just didn’t feel right.” Walesa said, “But now I can’t control it.”

“Let’s talk about when you can beat her, or at least Tulayan, right?” Jace joked.

“You’re right, that’s what I was thinking.” Wenressa said seriously, “And I’m not necessarily unable to beat him, you’ve always seen me fight Talon Blood Demon, you’re a human too, tell me, if it was that Turajan guy instead would he be able to do it?”

“I …… I can’t say.” Jace said and glanced at her, thinking to himself that this woman was really planning to thump Turajan herself? Is this sister-in-law still so traditional now?

Walesa grunted, clearly not pleased, and Jace swallowed sagely and proceeded up the stairs.

In the shadowy, fourth-floor corridor that smelled of rotting flowers, Jace counted and fumbled his way to the room number, unlocked the door with his key, and a strong smell of books and paper filled the room.

It was a little more cramped than the place he’d rented, but at least it really did look like a simple study instead of a pitiless outhouse, and there was even a broken bookcase, though it looked as if it was older than the building.

Jace took a closer look at the accommodation and felt that in fact, even with a brat in a bag, he could be kept in jail here, just like Dalaran.

But since he was going to learn demonic language, he couldn’t take such a risk; a demon who stood outside every day copying things would sooner or later be noticed by all these messy mages of varying levels in the apartment.

“This place is definitely far worse than Quel’thalas, but well, it’s certainly livable.” Jace handed the key to Winressa and said, “When you leave, just return this key to Master Marin, who you went to earlier, and it’s fine to give it to his daughter Amy, whom you met in the morning.”

“I remember, but this is actually your own room, right?” Winressa took the key and pointed to the sign on the door, “It still has your name on it.” Jace narrowed his eyes and looked over, the metal plaque actually had a less-than-subtle Sesso engraved on it, plus one of Jace’s initials, which he hadn’t even noticed a moment ago.

“I’m renting a house out there, it’s a little closer to the trade area for convenience, and it’s in quite a bit better condition than this.”

“So it is.” Wenressa ran her fingers over the desktop and said, “Actually, this place is many times better than I thought it would be, and these days I’m ready to sleep outside in the forest.”

“Not so much, at least a place to lie down.” Jace said, “Right, so if an outsider asks, I’ll just say the pseudonym, Aselwin?”

Winressa placed the package on the table and thought for a moment, “Of course, and especially don’t tell the other Quel’dorei, just Aselwyn …… uh ……”

“Solar fury? Eclipse?” Jace reminded.

Walesa blanched and waved her hand, “Don’t, don’t ever.”

“Golden Spur it is, I like the term Golden Spur, it’s Aselwin Golden Spur now, I don’t want to piss off those royal relatives if something goes wrong.”

“Well, I don’t know …… much about it then.” Jace pushed in an unpushed-tight draw flex on the desk and said, “All the best to you and your investigation, Ms. Aselwyn Golden Spur, I’ll take my leave now.”

“Good luck with your studies too, Jace, I really appreciate it.” Winressa said.

Jace nodded and closed the door behind him, staring back at his name on the door and thinking what’s all this with …… helping Sylvanas’s own sister find a place to live in Stormwind?

He was actually kinda curious about a lot of things, like why she used a fake name, why she came alone, etc……. But Winressa looked a little repulsed by the deeper questions, and didn’t ask.

However, there was a vague feeling that she seemed to want to deliberately exclude all external factors, wanting to rely on this mission to prove her strength to her family type of thing.

While in Dalaran, Winressa mentioned that the two of her sisters are now on bad terms, could this have anything to do with it?

Thinking about it Jace glanced at his watch, bad, it was three in the afternoon and he still had to check in.