Felix finally knew what was going on.
His clothing and the mud-leg aura radiating from all over his body already proved his humble identity, and destined that the Cathedral of Light could never accept him to become a Priest apprentice.
In fact, before the Third War, the Holy Light had always been just a toy of the Alliance nobility.
Although the Holy Light would illuminate everyone in the Alliance equally, obviously some people were more equal than others.
No matter whether you were a farmer, artisan, or vagrant, you were qualified to be blessed by the Holy Light. But if you were not a noble of high birth, then you had almost no qualification to become a servant of the Holy Light.
After all, while all people could become the people, not all people could become the servants of the people.
Until the Scourge War broke out, due to the severe shortage of Priests and Paladins, the Alliance army was thoroughly defeated outside Lordaeron by the Scourge led by Arthas, and even the legendary Paladin Uther was engulfed in the ocean of the Undead Scourge. Only then did the leaders of humanity understand the importance of the number of Holy Light users, and they had to open the Holy Light to commoners.
Since then, whether it was the Argent Dawn or the Scarlet Crusade, both began to promote and popularize the Holy Light among commoners on a large scale, training a massive number of Priests and Paladins so that they could persist in the treacherous Plaguelands, and so that they had the confidence and strength to form the Argent Crusade and counterattack Northrend.
Therefore, before the Undead Scourge-which indiscriminately pulled in Death Knights-destroyed Lordaeron, Felix estimated that there was little hope of him practicing the Holy Light.
It seemed he still had to look for another way out.
Felix walked onto the avenue, looking at the coming and going crowds and this increasingly prosperous city, and truly could not figure out what he should do.
Although in the game he could pull out millions of gold coins at any time and a trip to the auction house meant a cash flow of hundreds of thousands, in this real Stormwind City, finding a job that could earn a few silver coins a month seemed so difficult.
Toughly weaving through the bustling traffic, Felix's eyes finally lit up. He saw a notice board stating that Archmage Andromath of the Wizards' Guild wanted to find a Mage apprentice.
However, as his gaze swept downward, his smile rapidly froze, just like the undulating, bug-crawling solidified rock on those flat ledges at the foot of the volcano-
Because this notice stated very clearly that the apprentice Andromath needed not only could not receive a salary, but also had to be able to afford the tuition fees himself.
Obviously, this had nothing to do with the penniless Felix.
Amidst a depression and loss, Felix dejectedly returned to the stronghold of the Stonemasons' Guild.
"Hey buddy, what were you up to this morning? How come I didn't see you at work?" This guy with a Mediterranean haircut, thick beard, and burning gaze was also known to Felix; his name was Vladimir, and he was also a member of the Stonemasons' Guild.
"Oh, Vladimir, I just took a trip to the Cathedral of Light, so-"
Vladimir suddenly leaned closer and said mysteriously, "Felix, are you already preparing to look for another way out?"
A shock went through Felix's heart, as he completely did not expect his preoccupation to be seen through so clearly by the other person. But before he could think about how to reply, Vladimir had already pressed close to his ear and lowered his voice: "To tell you the truth, Felix, I have a hunch this time too: these nobles are not going to issue our money in full."
Felix feigned surprise and asked in return, "Why do you think that? You must know that generations of Kings Wrynn have never had a situation where they didn't keep their word. Since King Varian and Countess Katrana have already promised Guildmaster VanCleef this matter, then-"
Vladimir immediately turned serious, and a look called "disappointment" even flickered in his eyes. "Do you genuinely believe their words? The Kingdom of Stormwind's expansion in the direction of Stranglethorn Vale over the years has cost quite a bit of money, plus the harassment of the Blackrock Orcs in the Redridge Mountains-speaking realistically, I don't think Stormwind's treasury has enough money to pay our wages."
Felix stared at Vladimir in astonishment. How did he know?
"Uh, Vladimir, I feel... you shouldn't speak so absolutely. Perhaps... perhaps King Varian will handle all of this very well."
Vladimir did not reply, merely giving Felix an unfriendly gaze, and then vanished from his line of sight. Felix sighed, changed into his work clothes, and got ready for the afternoon shift.
This afternoon, when he arrived at his workstation located in the Trade District back alley, he discovered that all the brothers around him were whispering.
"This Felix whose skill level isn't very high has already come to work, but where is that guy named Joseph? Why isn't he coming? You must know he is our backbone here."
"You don't know yet? His mother fell gravely ill, and the Priest said they needed to use some rather precious materials to save her, so Joseph has already gone to the pawnshop to sell his belongings. I reckon he won't be coming these days."
"Sigh, how fickle fortune is. If the Council of Nobles could have issued our wages to us a little earlier, how would something like this happen? I heard Guildmaster VanCleef has been running around everywhere these days, trying to get those noble dukes and earls to show some mercy. But it seems except for the kind-hearted Countess Katrana and Queen Tiffin, all the other nobles disagree."
"Shh, stop talking, the Guildmaster is here."
Hearing the sound, Felix looked over and saw that the newcomer was wearing standard blue work clothes with a fierce expression. Looking at him, his gaze seemed capable of killing. Obviously, he was Edwin VanCleef.
VanCleef carried a pouch in his hand and walked briskly toward the crowd.
"Is Joseph from your work group here? I heard he seems to be in urgent need of money," VanCleef said gruffly. "I've already found a way to raise some."
"Lord Guildmaster," Lightfinger, the leader of the work group, stepped forward to meet him, "Joseph hasn't come to work for two days, and none of us know where he actually went."
"In this world, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem," VanCleef sighed softly. "I hope he doesn't do anything foolish. Well then, Lightfinger, as long as you see him, have him come to the City Hall to find me immediately."
Then, VanCleef glanced around the surrounding crowd. "Don't worry, brothers, I've already discussed it with Countess Katrana, and she promised me that the Council of Nobles will distribute all the money into our hands by next week at the latest. We won't work in vain!"
After the restless emotions of the crowd were temporarily placated, VanCleef and his two deputies turned and left, and they seemed to whisper something softly.
Combining VanCleef's look that could kill and his extremely unsightly expression with the history he knew, Felix immediately made a judgment in the bottom of his heart-VanCleef was lying, and things were definitely not going as smoothly as he said.
He was simply very curious: what medicine was sold in Onyxia's gourd, and what did VanCleef conceal from everyone?
Therefore, Felix quietly followed.
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