160. Old craftsmen’s quarter

Road Dad into town, and along the way he told of the events of the last two years, from the scattered orcs in the Silver Pine Forest and Tirisfal Woodlands, to the great chiefs of the Horde who had escaped from the Dungeon.

Now Jace was sort of sure that it was indeed Ogrim Doom that had escaped.

But in the moment he didn’t really care.

Father chatted about how his mother had to run to the chapel every day, and how once someone came back from Stormwind they had to ask how things were going over there, if any of the orcs had come back or anything like that……. When she heard that there were jackals in Red Ridge again, she immediately looked for the priest to cry in worry.

Dad laughed at the soldiers guarding the prison while he laughed at his mother for being timid, but his hand clutched Jace tightly the whole time and wouldn’t let go.

At first Jace was a little embarrassed, but as he listened, he slowly didn’t want to let go.

The Old Artisan’s Quarter was one of the earliest urban areas of the King’s City, and also one of the most dilapidated, full of rotting mud, whether it rained or not, as if the lake beneath the city walls had soaked the place.

Sesso led his son up against the wall to get out of the way of the rampaging wagons. Jace jumped behind him and looked across the street in the direction of the city center.

The view was of a familiar brown-brick high-rise, those green, white domes, colonnades and spires.

The guards and servants who paced between the windows in their long coats, glancing down now and then. I remembered that as a boy he used to lie on his back on the window and stare at those guys.

The guys were wondering if the kid was out of his mind, and Jace was trying to see if he had any golden handshakes like mind control powers.

“Hey! Henny! Come out and see who’s back.”

Sweat oozed from Jace’s hands as he clutched the bacon jerky, and he watched as the door to an old house in front of him was pushed open with a plop, and a thin woman poked her head out.

That would be his mother, Henny Sesso, the daughter of a small farmer near Burrell.

From the time she was a little girl, Henny knew that with her older and younger brothers, that farm had nothing to do with her at all.

Her father didn’t like her, and the only reason her stepmother even took careful care of her was because she thought she was pretty and had to learn how to dress herself and then climb up the ladder of some noble in the king’s city, or at least a big family like Agamand.

She had rebelled madly against her parents for as long as she could remember, until she escaped her home to privately marry one of the guards of the royal city, the tall, burly man in front of her, Vic Sesso.

Every time I think about what she went through as a child, it’s hard to imagine her becoming such a crybaby a decade later.

In fact, she’s only in her thirties now.

Her mother ran all the way over to her with her skirt in her hands and caught Jace in an instant, and it took some effort for Jace to welcome her back. Henny had always been, for as long as Jace could remember, a woman who looked thin but was quite strong.

She just stood there in the mud and hugged for a long time, saying nothing until her father stood next to her and whispered, “Alright, alright, it’s so cold out there, Henny, hurry up and let Jace in.”

“Don’t you say a word!” Mother said in an exasperated voice, then suddenly lowered her voice and said, “You haven’t written for months, Jess Sesso.”

“Paper is too expensive, Mom.” Jess said helplessly, “I can’t even pay my rent if I have nothing to write to you about.”

“It’s good to get a message from someone.”

Henny grabbed her son’s hand, wiped tears from her eyes and headed back.

After a few steps, he suddenly turned back and asked, “What happened to your hand?”

Originally, when he was in Dalaran, Jace was thinking that when he returned home he must tell his parents a story about how he had fought valiantly in Southsea Town, and how he had slain a terrifying hatchling dragon along with a Barbarian Hammer Dwarf, and a large group of brave Lordaeron warriors.

But seeing the worried look in his mother’s eyes, he couldn’t spit out a single word of the legend he had prepared.

“On the boat ride, the lamp fell off and caught fire, burning my arm.” Jess said.

“How unlucky.” Henny said, “Go home and let me take a closer look, I’ll take care of the burn.”

“The pastor in Southsea Town already took care of it for me, Mom.” Jace said in a rush. His mother looked at him and nodded good naturedly.

Entering the house, Jess smelled the familiar faint odor of sausage and felt as if he had never left the place.

Storm City, Aelwyn Woods, the Wizard’s Sanctuary, the Red Ridge Mountains, the Elves, the Dwarves, it all seemed like a hallucination, blocked by the door of the room that closed with a boulder sound along with the cold wind.

My mother brought a plate of ciabatta bread smeared with savory sauce to the table and a plate of sausage.

Jace looked at the table, his stomach already rumbling.

When he was a child, he always felt that the air-dried sausages made by his mother removed the meat aroma and always carried a not-so-obvious odor of stinky socks, and although they tasted good, the process of drying them always made people reluctant to stay at home.

But it’s only now that I realize what the smell of home is.

“You’re dressed as a mage.” His mother pointed to the potion bindings on his chest and asked, “Did you learn magic in Stormwind?”

“Yeah, I was supposed to go to the mages to make money, but the money didn’t make me anything, and they made me learn magic.”

“When you were little I thought for sure you had a talent for learning magic.” Mother sat across the table and said, “I’ve seen children who can do magic, Jace, you were quiet then, you knew better than any of the other children, and you didn’t make a fuss or cry, it was like one of those children who are born knowing how to call upon magic, they just haven’t found the trick yet.”

“It’s not really much of a talent.” Jace said, “It’s just that they thought I was doing it pretty hard and were willing to teach me a few tricks.”

The reason why he didn’t cry is because he had already retrieved the memories of his last life for more than twenty years, and suddenly realized that he had traveled back to an ancient world and was confused, so of course he didn’t have any expression.

Especially after the first few years of realizing I had no hang-ups at all, hitting the wall everywhere I went, and even trying to just lay down and swing for the fences.

Instead, Jace now felt that he wasn’t as old mentally as he was then, and it was nice to see a little hope for growth, but instead he still had some passion to keep fighting.

“You said the mages taught you magic, come and show your lord a few tricks.” Father said as he leaned against the door frame looking over.

All Jace could do was pull out his only somewhat visually effective arcane magic move, the Light spell, and come out with it.

He recited an incantation and nodded a ball of arcane light from between his fingers, the brightness of which instantly overpowered the lights in the room and whitened the walls.

His mother applauded happily, while Jace felt a little sheepish, he couldn’t concentrate at all on this spell casting, after all, his mom and dad were watching.

The effect of this ball of light would surely be laughed at again by Marin if he took it out in the Sorcerer’s Sanctuary.

But none of the really powerful magic he had mastered could be put in the house, and every one of them that was put out this family couldn’t get by. Father brought three bowls of vegetable soup on the table, the family finally sat down at the table, Jace chatted about some of the things he had encountered in Stormwind City, of course, most of them were trivial and trivial, the real ones that would kill him, he did not dare to talk about any of them.

If his mom and dad knew that he had fought jackals on top of the stone fortress, confronted a dozen wolves in the Aelwyn Forest, and exchanged blows with an orc shaman on the shores of Lake Stopper, they would probably beat him to death and not let him step outside the city’s outer walls again.

And he must not stay here, because his ultimate goal is not only to get out himself, but to get Mom and Dad out as well.