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Chapter 309 Preparing for the Dinner

The secret conversation between the master and his apprentice remained unknown to anyone.

The mayor and the clerk were dazzled by the treasures. The mayor estimated that the gems were worth a thousand gold coins, with even the cheapest malachite and tiger's eye stones worth at least several gold coins each.

Unexpectedly, Barbaras was so generous when he heard that he could introduce him to the Kirin Tor.

Especially the Shadow Wand at the back, the magic on it was visible to the naked eye, a black flame without temperature, dancing at the tip of the wand.

The mere sight of the magic wand proved the opponent's identity as a sorcerer.

The mayor, his eyes fixed on the gem, hurriedly said, “Mr. Barbaras, you’re too kind. Please make yourselves at home here. I’ll give the order, and you can feel free to look around… I’ll also be hosting a banquet for distinguished guests tonight. You’ve come at the perfect time; please do me the honor of attending. I’ll introduce you to the sage from Kirin Tor, and your wish will surely be granted.”

The clerk chimed in, "Lord Barbaras & Footman, with your strength, you should easily become a guest of the Kirin Tor. A mage capable of traversing two continents, your strength is beyond question. If you could stay and become our assistant, it would be our honor."

Born turned his head in surprise and stared at the clerk Horace.

Rowling pulled out a gold coin from his fingers and put it in his pocket.

He smiled and said, "Our deal is done... but I'm just a passerby; Dalaran is my true target."

The clerk nodded in acknowledgment, and the mayor hurriedly grabbed the gold coins from the table and stuffed them into Rolin's hand. "Well, since it's a business transaction, how can we let Mr. Barbaras suffer a loss? Your sincerity is truly admirable. Please take these gold coins. As for any shortfall, I'll have someone appraise the price later, and the remaining payment will be made..."

"No, no, thank you for your hospitality..."

"...Someone, quickly escort Barbaras & the boy to rest. Prepare rooms for him; he can stay as long as he wishes. Make sure he is well taken care of..."

With a wave of his hand, Mayor Bourne summoned servants to escort Rowling out...

"Please do me the honor of attending tonight!"

"Yes, Mayor..."

......

Rowling and the mayor exchanged polite greetings and farewells, but in the end, Rowling only received one gold coin... He gave away 20 rolls of silk, a large handful of valuable gems of various colors, and a Shadow Wand.

Rowling was led to a small hut outside the mayor's hall. The hut was clean and simply furnished, with a warm fireplace and a clean bed, which was already a very good arrangement.

The food on the table was apple pie and fresh milk. The servant explained everything and then left.

They really let Rowling wander around town freely...

This made Rowling feel it was all worthwhile.

The apprentice, however, felt sorry for him...

The servants had just seen Luo Lin off when the town hall was already crowded with people. The town mayor had a solemn expression, and a large group of fierce-looking martial artists stood under his command.

"This fat sheep is not to be eaten!"

The clerk spoke first, and the town mayor nodded in agreement.

He held a wand in one hand and a Soul Diamond in the other.

"This guy is suspected to be a member of the Shadow Council... or has close ties to the Blackwater Bandits, maybe he's even one of us..."

"I've never seen anyone like him before," asked the commoner Wilkes. "A black-haired noble mage? He's only ever appeared among the descendants of the Alterac royal family. Oh, right. A few days ago, the organization said that the Countess of Stormwind also has black hair. She and her brother are now very powerful in Stormwind, but they are trying to wipe out our allied Stonemasons Guild."

"Are you talking about Alliance Ambassador Katarina & Countess Priest? Their family is now very powerful in Stormwind. It was her order that forced us to announce our joining the Alliance."

The mayor scoffed, "The Alliance has long since fallen! The moment Lordaeron was destroyed, humanity lost its benevolent king. Those who remain are nothing but usurpers who stole Anduin's bloodline."

Clerk: "Stormwind has formed a new alliance, excluding all of us remnants of the old era. This stronghold seems doomed. If all else fails, we'll all have to retreat to the island..."

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"We can't give up on the jade mine, and we can't hold onto our food here. Southsea Town and the dwarves have been wanting our territory for a long time."

"They are 'allies'! The Forsaken are now the greatest danger. The orcs and dwarves fight each other in the mountains for some bitter, cold caves; they all like to burrow and live underground. The surface world is our human territory, and the dead are now swaggering around freely."

"We almost couldn't withstand the last wave of undead, so we must prepare in advance."

"Mayor, your foolish nephew is always getting into trouble..."

......

Almost everyone in the mayor's hall was on Rowling's assassination list.

The unassuming commoner Wilkes, the blacksmith Kabala, one of the two farmers, the tailor, and the miner all wore distinctive clothes, clearly belonging to an unknown organization.

Even the militia captain, the mayor's nephew Seid, didn't know that Hillsbrad Town had been able to survive on the edge of the dangerous Silverpine Forest because there was a group of experts in the town.

These guys may look ordinary, but they are all extraordinary.

After discussing for a long time, the mayor and several key figures concluded that Rolin was still suspicious, but the key now was to appease Prince Garin, the warlord of Stromgarde who was threatening and protecting Hillsbrad.

Secondly, now that we've joined the alliance, we should try to utilize its power and use Southshore and the dwarves to balance Prince Galin's power...

Finally, Dalaran, with whom they had maintained contact, flew away.

The attempt to sneak into Dalaran through the lakeside sewers is no longer feasible.

"If necessary, abandon everyone. Our identities must not be exposed, even at the cost of our lives. Our master has been waiting for that day for a long time. By the way, Wilkes, stop leading people to rob the Forsaken's supplies; it will bring us a lot of trouble..."

The commoner Wilkes drew the Blade of Crow and the Demon's Strike, toying with the two divine weapons. "What trouble could there be? They were just a bunch of dead, but they didn't die easily and were resurrected. I'll just send them to hell to rest. And believe it or not, the supplies sent from Undercity actually have some good stuff! Look at this crossbow... the craftsmanship is far superior to that of the blacksmith."

The blacksmith Kabala cursed, "Do you think I enjoy blacksmithing? You all have it easy, but I'm busy all day long... And now, those gluttons by the lake have grown increasingly greedy. They even want me to make them water bottles... I'd like to nail a thousand horseshoes to their feet."

"Sigh, the mages ran fast, but the huge crater they left behind is a real problem. Whose country is the Salvation Front saving? The Lich King Arthas, or Lordaeron... or those fools in Alterac Valley..."

"Let them fight like dogs, and we can achieve our goals faster... but the easy days are over..."

The private meeting ended quickly, and the group agreed on the agenda.

Before leaving the mayor's hall, the mayor raised his Shadow Wand... and whispered with several ordinary townspeople, "May your spirit be with you..."

"Praise the master..."

"Prepare for the dinner..."