All right, Su Ming had to admit that taking Jaina out to level up was only incidental. The important thing was that ever since he had casually mentioned it at the Golden Palace last time, Strangle had been clamoring to eat Savory Deviate Delight.
As a good host, he had to make a trip to Zul'Gurub no matter what and see whether the Blood God Hakkar had been resurrected.
Perhaps Deathstroke's words had given Antonidas some insight. He silently pushed the cup across the bar, watching the fruit wine ripple in the wooden cup as he pondered.
Jaina was somewhat bewildered. She did not know why the topic had leaped directly from "seeking instruction" to "changing mentors."
Along the way, Mage Granger had kept talking to her, leaving her no time to think about anything else.
Her entry into Dalaran to study had been decided by her father and King Terenas. Since coming to this city at the age of twelve, she had received attention from all sides.
If she left, would it cause some sort of political repercussions? Her thoughts were in chaos for a moment, caught between fear and longing.
After all, Deathstroke had said he would show her true power. No one understood the difference between a well and the sea better than the people of Kul Tiras.
"Jaina is indeed very intelligent. Her control over frost spells is also the strongest I have ever seen." Antonidas looked into Deathstroke's single eye and sighed softly. He had never considered any political matters; he only wanted his apprentice to succeed. "But her grasp of foundational magic is still far from sufficient. Young people can never quite control their hearts."
"That has never been a problem. My student Hermione is about the same age as Princess Jaina, but their