Epilogue

Every person has their own secret glory.

In a small alley in Stormwind, Elin Tias hesitated, knocked on the door of a house in front of him, the door was unlocked. He pushed open the door.

"Who?" An old woman sitting in the middle of the room said. Her eyes were closed tight.

Elin stood by the door, ready to rush out of the room at any moment. "Mrs. Rume, I brought you this month's..."

The blind old woman came up and felt his face with her hands.

"You are not Jorgen." Who are you?"

"My name is Elin Tias, I'm Jorgen's colleague."

"Why isn't Jorgen coming?"

"Oh, he's busy at work. From now on I'll bring you the monthly subsidy."

Elin handed out a pouch the size of a fist. The old woman reluctantly took it.

"Hmph, why do I have to rely on that stinky kid for money every month?"

"Uh, if you really don't want it, you can apply to cancel the subsidy. The procedure is also not complicated, I can bring the application form next time, you just ..."

"Elin, you talk too much. Forget it, come sit down and eat."

"Uh, thank you but I think I should ..."

"Aren't you replacing Jorgen? He stays to eat every time, so you have to do the same."

While eating at the table, Elin made a bitter face drinking a mouthful of what looked like unappetizing gruel, intending to hold his breath and swallow it, but suddenly opened his eyes wide, tasted it carefully, and hurriedly drank a second mouthful.

"Doesn't look that bad!" he said.

"This old lady can't see, so what does it matter if the food looks good or not? As long it tastes good, that's all that matters. What do you mean it doesn't look it? You're so ill-mannered, kid!"

After that, Elin added two more bowls, talking while eating.

"You're more fun than Jorgen. From now on just you, it's not bad."

"As long as I can still eat this."

The old woman smiled a little, and then the wrinkles in the corner of her mouth fell.

"How is Banjay recently?" she said.

Elin wiped his mouth. "He's okay."

He's already dead.

"Didn't you give him too much trouble?"

"No, no. The work we arranged for him is very easygoing."

I brought him a lot of trouble.

"You look like a pretty good guy. If only our Banjay could learn from you."

Rume's mother, I killed your son. I severed his spine with a Goblin's axe.

"I have to leave now. I'll come again next month at this time." Elin stood up. Although the old lady was blind and lowering her head, he always felt that she was looking at him. He hurriedly ran out of the door, turned into a corner of the alleyway, suddenly felt dizzy in his brain. He squatted down, a strong discomfort beating his body, spreading from his stomach to his chest. He vomited all the food he had just eaten.

"Oh my God." He clenched his throat with one hand, murmuring to himself. "Jorgen, the choice I made is the right one. No one should question me..."

Elin wondered as he approached the Booty Bay, recalling the old man's words to him:

"Elin Tias, you have talent. But sometimes you rely too much on your talent and don't know how to make the right choices at the right time. I want to provide you an opportunity."

"What opportunity?"

"A few days ago I sent Jorgen to Booty Bay, he will meet an informant named Banjay. This informant is very unstable emotionally, I think he is of no value now. But Jorgen... you know, he always has some unnecessary doubts in his mind, hindering him from becoming a better person. Could you help him solve this doubt?"

"Lord Shawl, I..."

"Elin, based on past performance, you and Jorgen might be the best duo under my hand. But the problem is...you can hardly be called real partners. The simple reason is that Jorgen's rank has always been higher than yours, he accommodates his identity and cooperates with you. An agent should feel ashamed of this, but you seem to enjoy this care very much. As I just said, you rely on your talent without seeking improvement, which makes my evaluation of you personally hovering around the passing line. This is not good, Elin. Now, answer me a question: Jorgen has become my direct agent, do you want to stand together with him? Yes, or no."

At that moment, all the experiences of working with Jorgen reappeared in Elin's mind.

When they first met in Southshore, Elin thought the man in front of him was rigid and boring. He was older, with less seniority. However, while Elin was lying in the hospital, Jorgen solved one of Syndicate's headmen in the deep mountains. Similar things happened repeatedly in their subsequent cooperation. Jorgen's rank quickly surpassed him. Whether out of respect, friendship or competitive spirit, Elin gradually realized the difference between the two while hoping to move forward shoulder to shoulder with him, but Jorgen seemed to always take the lead.

Elin could not be satisfied.

He answered: "Yes."

"Very good. Then set off immediately for Booty Bay, meet him with another reason, and then do what you have to do."

Elin understood that he should never relax his vigilance against the old man. His terrible control still exists. He not only requires Elin to assassinate Banjay, but also requires him to do so after contacting Jorgen. He was testing how far he could go. For the future of the Seven Divisions, the old man was giving the final test to the agents.

Perhaps as the old man expected, after meeting Jorgen, Elin hesitated. But the quarrel in front of Glocara's room made it clear to him that Jorgen's concessions had reached their limit. Jorgen had taken the lead too far to be willing to be tripped by him.

At that moment, Elin made up his mind.

Does Jorgen feel his actions? Maybe. Because using a Goblin's axe to mimic the murder is too obvious and showy. But Elin understood that Jorgen was a man who would not tolerate the truth being buried. Since he did not mention it, let's assume he did not realize it.

This morning, he got the silver badge symbolizing a direct agent of Shawl from the old man's desk. This shiny badge made him feel brave enough to meet Banjay's mother. In fact, it turned out to be a delusion. Banjay was already dead, so the informant's relative subsidy no longer existed. Eilyn wanted to put a few more silver coins in the pitiful little purse, but was afraid Banjay's mother would notice. But even putting in one, three hundred, five hundred, seven hundred gold coins, what could it change?

He straightened up, trying his best to erase Banjay's mother's eyes, which seemed clear despite being blind, from his mind. He believed Jorgen had also faced many difficult choices, he just experienced something similar. He still needed to make many more difficult choices in the future to prove that committing this crime was worth it.

Eilyn took out the silver badge and examined it, convinced that it was an honor. Not because it represented rank, but because it allowed him to truly stand together with Jorgen.

The surface of the badge was smooth and spotless. He could see the changing reflections of clouds in the setting sun from it.