Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 338 Special Circumstances

Life in Stormwind is completely different from that in the Wizarding World. The human kingdoms in Azeroth live quite comfortably, with abundant resources of all kinds. Not only are there many rare meats and wines, but even various professions have their own unique characteristics.

Wayne shopped and ate his fill here, having a wonderful time, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During those three days, he successfully made a deal with Old Murray at Klein Bookstore, purchasing nearly five thousand books in stock and placing an order for nearly ten thousand more, covering almost every aspect of Azeroth.

While not all of these books may be useful, they are still a good choice for collection.

At least the witch Lani was quite happy. This silent moon princess's favorite thing in her long life was reading, even books unrelated to magic, which she could read with great interest.

Aside from these books, Wayne's biggest gain these past few days was an opportunity to purchase a high-level pet badge.

Ever since he heard about this thing a few days ago, he couldn't stop thinking about this magical item. You see, in terms of combat power alone, Wayne's destructive power might not even be comparable to his pet Deathclaw, and Robin's defensive power is amazing. Whether used as a mount or as a meat shield, it can play a very good role in battle.

The only problem is its enormous size; at ten meters tall, it faces significant limitations in combat across various terrains. Furthermore, it is forbidden to bring it into human cities, which undoubtedly severely diminishes its capabilities.

But having a pet badge makes all the difference, based on the information Wayne has gathered from books over the past few days.

Pet badges are a special type of magical equipment. They are not mass-produced standard equipment like space backpacks, nor are they used to store items. Instead, they are custom-made based on the characteristics of the user's battle companion, and each person can only equip one pet badge.

Not only are they expensive to manufacture and require special materials, but they are also bound to the user and cannot be traded to others.

According to the book, this technique originated from elven druids and seems to have been able to temporarily contain animal companions by utilizing the power of the Emerald Dream.

This storage effect is less about storing animal companions in badges and more about connecting to an alternate dimension of Azeroth, briefly teleporting the pets to that space, and then summoning them back when needed.

Moreover, this equipment is not as convenient as imagined. According to the information recorded in the book, the animal companions stored in this badge can only stay for a maximum of three days. After that time, the animal companions may remain in the space connected by the badge forever and cannot be recalled.

In other words, this piece of equipment is very likely only usable in Azeroth, and if brought back to the Wizarding World, it would probably be useless.

Even so, Wayne still decided to have one custom-made so that he could use Deathclaw as a chassis to deal with various emergencies in critical situations.

After all, according to the information he had, there were very few masters capable of making such badges. If it weren't for his connection with Paltris, and the help of this priestess, he wouldn't have been able to find a master who was supposedly...

His Majesty Faol's old friend, a court mage from Stormwind, would find it extremely difficult to find someone to craft this equipment for him, given his unfamiliarity with the area.

So, spending 10,000 gold coins was quite worthwhile. Not only did I get to know a very promising high-ranking priestess as a friend, but I could also enjoy various conveniences in Stormwind City through her connections. It was a win-win situation.

While Wayne was buying various materials in the city and discussing with Paltris how to use that large sum of gold coins, Major Gonseld, whom he had met once before, found him again and brought him some rather unexpected news.

"What? Van Cleef ran away?"

After hearing Gengsert's news, Wayne's face darkened, and he asked in a deep voice:

When did this happen?

He wasn't afraid of retaliation from the Defias Brotherhood's notorious thief; it was just that this was the first thing he had done since arriving in Azeroth, and things had gone wrong in just a few days, which made him a little annoyed.

Major Gengsett probably felt a little embarrassed too; he gave a wry smile and said somewhat apologetically:

"They went missing this morning, about five hours ago."

"I only learned of this news from the military headquarters. The city gates are now under martial law. I don't know if Van Cleef has escaped the city in the past few hours, nor do I know if there are any Defias Brotherhood spies in the city."

"So Mr. Wayne, you'd better be careful for the next while. Van Cleef is a notorious assassin in the Wild West, and many of his former enemies have died at his hands."

"This time you're the one who brought him to the military headquarters. Who knows if he'll retaliate after he escapes?"

Wayne's expression quickly returned to calm upon hearing this. He did not take his anger out on Major Gengsett, who had come specifically to inform him of the news out of concern for his safety. If he had encountered some heartless people, they might not have even bothered to inform Van Cleef of his escape.

Such a person was undoubtedly someone to be won over, and Wayne quickly composed himself.

"Okay, thank you for the warning, Major Gengsett."

"Let's grab a drink together when you have time."

After the major left, Wayne glanced thoughtfully at a spot on the street corner, where a figure he had met once before flashed by.

After considering it for a few seconds, he followed him. After the figure consciously revealed his presence, Wayne followed him for more than ten minutes until they arrived at a small alley in the old town.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man was standing quietly at the corner, seemingly waiting for him.

This man was none other than the so-called commander of MI7 whom he and Webber had failed to meet three days ago.

"Commander Sean, would you like to have a talk with me?"

Although Wayne knew his identity, he pretended not to know and said with some annoyance:

"I don't actually like dealing with intelligence agents; they always beat around the bush, which is annoying."

Seemingly surprised by Wayne's response, Sean, the leader of Intelligence Division Seven and the master assassin in charge of Stormwind's intelligence organization, twitched at the corner of his mouth before regaining his composure and saying:

"Mr. Wayne, you are a very powerful adventurer. I have a quest for you. I wonder if you would be willing to accept it?"

(End of this chapter)