Along the way, Diego and Masrae decided to take Van Goray with them first, as an entourage. To be honest, for a long time to come, Diego probably won't have time to train him, knowing that he can't have a servant with him when he trains at the Northshire Abbey. So Masrae had to take him first, although the Night Elf boss was not happy.

They walked on the road for a day, until it was getting late, and then they came to the town of Shining Gold. It was the first time they had come here, as they had walked in the wilderness and had not entered the town. The town is nestled in the middle of a forest, and the houses of its inhabitants are scattered. This is a natural advantage that city dwellers do not have, and many people who do not like the hustle and bustle of Stormwind City have also made their home in this town.

It is a fertile place, with Der Spiegel to the west and Crystal Lake to the east providing abundant fish, the Fargodi Mine to the south containing an inexhaustible supply of high-quality copper ore, and the Marcoren Farm and Stonefield Farm providing an abundant supply of grains and vegetables.

Since the founding of Stormwind, the town has been an important transportation hub, with five major roads leading to Northshire, Stormwind, Red Ridge Mountain, Twilight Forest, and the Wild West converging here, bringing unparalleled prosperity to the town. In fact, it's not just a land crossing, with fleets from the Dark River's Jerrod Wharf even heading south to the goblin city of Treasure Bay at the southern tip of the mainland.

The Lion's Pride Inn in Shining Gold is almost the most prestigious inn in the entire Elwyn Forest, and the first name that comes to mind for almost every traveler who treks through the area needs a break is Lion's Pride. There will be no other choice.

The inn is located in the heart of the town and is the first sight of every traveler who comes here. Even if you're not familiar with this town. You'll also quickly spot the Lion King's Pride Inn, where a sign with a mighty lion's head stands out above the crowded doorway. Underneath the lion's head is written in golden paint a beautiful line of lingua franca flowers: The pride of the lion king.

However, in recent years, the innkeeper Farley has rarely put up this sign, because this sign was hung when Stormwind was first established, and it has witnessed the glory and disaster experienced by the city, which is very memorable, even if the inn has been renovated and rebuilt several times, this sign has not been replaced, but after a drunken reckless man left a dent on it with a stone. Farley kept it away, and only on some big festival did he polish it and hang it up.

When Diego and his party arrived, it was already evening, and the sunshine was shining on the earth, dyeing everything golden, and the forest, the earth, and the inn reflected the warm sunshine everywhere. It's like a haven of comfort and comfort. Exhausted by the long gone, they couldn't wait to enter the inn. There is no luxury here, and rows of neat tables and chairs are simply arranged on the wooden floor. Although there are a lot of people, it doesn't feel noisy at all.

Diego asked for a glass of moonberry juice and sat down near the fireplace. Masrae asked for a pot of dwarven mead. Even Fan Golei honestly and unceremoniously ordered a slightly sweet mead—you can't drink this kind of good thing in the barren mountains and mountains of Red Ridge Mountain. At the bar of the hotel bar, a bard plays a light-hearted tune. The sound of the piano is relaxing, but it also drowns out the cacophony of the bustling crowd.

For more than half a year. Diego and they have traveled almost half of the Eastern Kingdoms, and they can no longer be regarded as the original country buns. Compared to many places to stay. This hostel is quite comfortable. He prefers this ordinary comfort to the luxury of gold-encrusted roses, so that it is more likely to evoke the warmth of home.

After sitting for a while, it was getting dark, and Diego decided to stay here tonight. They weren't in a hurry, and they didn't want to walk at night, because Diego had heard horror stories about the two skinning women in the northwest of town. So after dinner, they asked their boss Farley for two rooms. Masrae and Van Goreh remained on the first floor, however, and they enjoyed the lively atmosphere of the chatter and were not in a hurry to rest, but Diego guessed that the wine was tying them to their legs, for the Night Elves waved to the bartender Dubbins again as soon as he stood up.

However, Diego didn't care about this, this is almost the safest place in the whole of Azeroth, although it is rumored that the Brotherhood of Defia often brings looted goods to the town to sell the stolen goods, but no one dares to make trouble in the town, because the town's sheriff Doohan is a veteran of two orc wars, and few people dare to touch his moldy head.

Their room was at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and when he opened the door, Diego was pleasantly surprised: he had never seen a room so clean in Azeroth, the bright floor seemed to reflect the human appearance, and there were several pots of flowers on the windowsill of the room, exuding a warm atmosphere. Looking out the window, under the silver moon is the quiet Elwyn Forest, with no noisy crowds, no busy cars, and no lights in the city day and night. The only bad thing is probably the blacksmith shop across the street from the hotel, Kuran? Stilly and Corina? The blacksmith shop run by the Stillleys is thriving, and even many of the blacksmiths in Stormwind are not as good as it. Although it was already night, the blacksmith shop was still not closed. The whirring sound of the bellows blowing, the sound of the boss haggling with the guests, the clanging of the hammer hitting the blank, ...... all kinds of chaotic sounds mixed together, which is disturbing.

Diego had to close the windows tightly to make it quieter.

Diego lay on the soft bed and watched the moonlight shine through the window. The bed is made of sturdy oak wood, which does not squeak even if it is turned over and over, and the freshly washed quilt on it still exudes a burst of fragrance, which is the smell of sunshine. With such a clean, white bedding, Diego couldn't bear to sleep on it if he wasn't too tired after a day of traveling.

The warmth and comfort of the environment almost intoxicated Diego. Ever since arriving in Azeroth, Diego has struggled to survive on the run, never more relaxed than he is now, even in the Gilded Rose Hotel in Stormwind, which feels like a lot of bustle and hustle and bustle. "Shouldn't I relax for a while and give myself a long vacation?" Before falling asleep, he thought greedily.

When he woke up the next morning, Diego was still reminiscing about the sweet dreams brought by the comfortable bed. Eisenstead came to clean the room, which may be why it was so tidy, and it seemed that a diligent employee was very important in that plane.

He stretched out comfortably, glanced at Masrae, who was still asleep, and sighed. This energetic young man played until midnight yesterday and didn't return to the room. Diego didn't wake him up, but went downstairs alone to have breakfast. The pride of the lion king seemed much quieter in the early morning, except for the proprietor, Mr. Farley, there were only a few guests who were eating breakfast, and most of them were still asleep. He ordered a few pieces of the famous Stormwind cheese, took it with him, asked for a glass of freshly brewed morning dew, and ate it beautifully. To be honest, this kind of life is so comfortable, he is even a little reluctant to leave.

However, Diego couldn't help but sigh when he saw the carriage they were riding in - although Bowall's letter of recommendation did not limit the time for registration, it would definitely not make a good impression if he arrived too late at the Abbey of the North County. Diego didn't want that, especially if he was going to be training there for a while. (To be continued......)