The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Francesca didn't know what was going on in Dalaran, and she left here directly. But an unfamiliar ghost haunts the streets of Dalaran, and it is easy to attract the attention of the guards of the Kirin Tor. This is the city of magic, everything can happen, like laboratory explosions, magic broomsticks flying around the sky, pedestrians accidentally turned into frogs, phantoms that suddenly appear in the sky, and no one knows the city. Where else will I go next?

But compared to these things that sound insignificant, there is only one thing that cannot be tolerated, and that is the study of necromantic magic. Back then, a mage named Kel'Thuzad was studying necromantic magic in Dalaran, and the psychic sect he founded secretly is generally regarded as the behind-the-scenes and guide of the natural disasters caused by the undead.

The sudden appearance of unfamiliar undead can easily arouse the alert of the Kirin Tor Council.

Maria didn't say much, she just raised her mouth slightly.

She is very clear. The man in front of him looks very cold, but as long as he doesn't touch the bottom line, he will never hold grudges, nor retaliate, but choose to forgive.

But she wouldn't allow someone to take this man's kindness as weakness, as it could be used arbitrarily.

"Let's go see Anduin... Where is Frid?"

"In the hotel."

Maria turned around and returned to Zelin's body, her voice rang in her mind at the right time.

[There are too many magic users here, she doesn't want to cause accidents, so as not to cause you trouble. 】

Chapter 2987 The Secret Visitor

After meeting Anduin at noon, Zelin locked himself in the hotel room and studied everything about the Bilgewater Chaebol.

The Bilgewater Cartel controlled by Gary Vix is ​​one of the most powerful trading companies in Azeroth and one of the two main trading companies that have almost divided the entire goblin society. The other is the relatively neutral and loose Hot Sand Group. The Hot Sand Group does not have a trading prince, but is jointly managed by trading giants scattered across different commercial towns. It's like Marin Nogufge in Gadgetzan, Rivigaz in Booty Bay. But Bilgewater Chaebol is different. There is no trading giant in the Chaebol, but a powerful trading prince who rules the huge trading company.

Even after the Cataclysm attacked Kezan Island, the Bilgewater Chaebol was still the dominant player in the South China Sea trade.

Gary Vickers' whereabouts are uncertain, but according to records, he basically only haunts the Wangyou Palace, never leaves the palace, and is always surrounded by many bodyguards and thugs. He seems insecure, but he often welcomes tourists in Klang Valley. As long as they can pay a large sum of money, the tribe races can get a ticket to the Wangshou Palace...

Tickets?

Zelin rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and finally he could not imagine that the emperor and the king announced that as long as anyone, even a commoner, is willing to spend a sum of money to buy a ticket, he can visit the palace at will, even Living in it for a few days and enjoying various entertainment facilities, what would it be like?

But this may be a good opportunity...

All it takes is a disguise.

Frid sat on the bed next to Zelin, sitting there without saying a word, raising his head from time to time, looking at the demon hunter who was looking through the information of the Bilgewater Chaebol. As if for comfort, the dark gray nun's robe was lifted to the middle of her thigh, revealing pale skin with a little tinge in the ashes.

Maria sat on the wooden chair opposite, with her legs cocked, the front brim of the cocked hat covering the upper half of her cheek, but the corners of her exposed mouth always had a wistful smile. The nun couldn't help but think of what Maria said to her after they arrived in Dara.

[You should learn how to express ideas, Frid. Zelin has done so much for you, hoping you can get rid of the shadow of the past, right? 】

The nun hated this woman who could enter her mind without scruples.

More importantly, everything she said was right.

Every time she hesitated to think in her heart, this woman would suddenly appear and tell her what she should do instead of dragging on.

Every time, Maria would hide her in her heart, and she would say the part she didn't want to show mercilessly.

Zelin came back at noon today and asked why she had been staying in the hotel room instead of going out to bask in the sun. She told Zelin that she hated the excitement, and was exposed by Zelin on the spot.

Who else told Zelin except Maria?

Curse this vicious woman.

Freid raised his gaze to face Maria, as if he had guessed what she was thinking, Maria closed the book in her hand and smiled at her. The cover of the book in Maria's hand is dark red, and it says "The Origin of Saaine".

"Someone is coming."

Frid closed his eyes, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air.

"Huh?" Zelin raised his head: "Who?"

"A lady with blond hair."

Zelin recalled people who fit the look in his mind.

"Wearing a white robe with light golden patterns on it."

"Ah, it must be Galia Menethil." Zelin closed the report: "Weird, when I went to see Anduin at noon today, the little prince told me that Galia was still in Voidlight. In the temple."

"He lied to you?"

"I'm more inclined to emergencies." Zelin stood up and put the report on the table. He turned his head and stunned when he saw the empty space behind him, then he couldn't help but chuckle: "She is not an enemy, Frid."

The demon hunter felt a gust of wind passing by and the voice left by Frid.

"I'll help you pay attention to whether there is a watcher outside."

"...Well, if you insist."

Zelin shrugged. Then, there was a knock on the door.

He walked to the door, held the door handle and opened the door. Jia Liya appeared in front of her.

"I'm sorry to disturb you now...Do you remember me?" Jia Liya stroked the wrinkles on her robe: "I am Jia Liya. We met in Booty Bay."

Zelin tapped his temple with his index finger: "I'm not yet the age of Alzheimer's."

Jia Liya was amused by Zelin's joke.

"I don't mean that, but we haven't seen it for a long time, and you often have a lot of people to meet." She took a breath and considered her language: "I hope you can help me on one thing. And Anduin’s plan. Originally, he should have told you at noon today, but we hadn’t fully planned it yet.”

"The most common word I've heard these days is planning, Jia Liya." Zelin stepped aside and stepped aside: "If it's more complicated, you can come in and chat, sit, rest, and then chat with me, lest you wait. Your hind legs and feet are numb. Come in, this is Maria. If you trust me, then you can trust her completely."

Maria nodded friendly to Jialia.

Jia Liya looked at Maria with hesitation.

"I..." She hesitated, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "I may have been a bit too tired recently. I even detected the breath of the undead in the room just now. But here is the Windrunner Temple where the undead are stationed. Almost across the entire city. You are right, Your Excellency Zelin, I do need to rest."

"No, you are right, ma'am." Maria sat up straight: "You feel right."

"Huh?"

Jia Liya looked at Maria suspiciously, then turned her gaze to Zelin, who nodded.

"Yes, Maria is an undead, to be precise, she is a ghost. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, she did not come with her body."

The last time Maria used her body to act, it was at Vizima's dance four years ago.

Jia Liya slowly returned her shocked gaze to Maria.

After a few seconds of silence, she stroked her chest, and sighed with relief: "Anduin is right, Your Excellency Zelin. You are an unbiased person. On the road just now, I was still thinking about how to You explain."

"Explain what?"