Chapter 112.

“To put it mildly.” Jace noticed if there were any passersby around and said, “Even if you don’t believe in the Holy Light that much, you could try summoning the power of the Holy Light to use for you… it doesn’t cost anything to try.”

Grid sighed and said, “If it worked, then why would I need to beg any churches? I’m thinking about going back to Eagle’s Nest Mountain and finding a sage to worship.”

Jace unconsciously squinted over his shoulder and asked, “You’re going to be a shaman?”

Grid muttered, “Shaman, shaman, why does that sound like the language of trolls. I mean learning from those sages how to communicate with the sky and the earth, how to summon wind and thunder. I actually considered it before the war was over, but I just don’t have the talent.”

He scooped up a crushed stone and threw it into the water, saying, “I had just been injured at the time, and hadn’t been advised to quit the Order yet, but pretty much realized the outcome. I went ahead and tried to communicate with the various deities based on what the sages said, but I couldn’t hear much of nature or the words of the water, and that frustration, you understand. Plus I was still hoping for a glimmer of recovery, so I didn’t stick with it. Then it was completely over, and I never thought about becoming a Sage again, and just left Cintron ……”

At this point, Grid’s words stopped short.

Jace noticed that Grid was sniffing to and fro, his nose twitching, looking into the river one moment, down the road the next, and finally onto Jace.

“Wait, why does it smell like burnt smoky fire dragons?” Jace asked in surprise, “You can actually smell it?”

With that, he pulled his hood in front of him.

“Smokey Fire Dragon’s dragon sail did it.”

“My goodness.” Grider stared wide-eyed at the maroon material and asked, “Did you save up for this?”

“Of course not, I’m so poor now I can’t even think about eating bread.”

Jace tilted his head, now he had something to show off.

“This is a gift to me from His Majesty Varian Urien, King of Stormwind, Defender of the King’s City & Lord of Stormwind Keep.”

“Seriously, what are you pulling here?” Grid touched Jace’s shoulder, sucked in a breath and said, “It’s really fucking smoked fire dragon skin! It’s the real deal!”

“Are you so sure that there are smoldering fire dragons in the Eagle’s Nest Mountains as well?” Jace asked curiously.

“Of course there are no smoldering fire dragons in the Eagle’s Nest Mountains, smoldering fire dragons are Kazmodan’s monsters.” Grid said, “In the days of Grimbator, our ancestors made quite a few artifacts, clothes, armor, small furniture and whatnot from the leather of the smoky fire dragons that lived in the subterranean of the Abyss, and some of them were taken to Eagle’s Nest Mountain, and I practically grew up with these expensive little antiques, the smell of them . . it’s so special.”

“In the Eagle’s Nest Mountains, such a cloak of smoldering fire dragon sails would fetch a gold coin.”

“Only one gold coin?”

“Just?” Grider touched Jace’s forehead and asked, “Is this your brain burning?”

“But the dress store owner who forwarded me this dress said it would sell for three gold coins.” Jace said.

Grid chuckled, “You think it’s a ‘cunning’ skin? It’s still selling for three gold coins …… Ever heard of cunning? A giant smoldering fire dragon that lived for hundreds of years hunted by the dwarves of Ironforge Castle, it is said that even real dragons are afraid of his power, its giant sails and scales, the skin made over a dozen sets of clothes and armor, and each set sells for a good dozen or even dozens of gold coins!”

“Coincidence.” Jess said, “It’s exactly the same name as the smoldering fire dragon that Larson, the clothes seller, said, do you think it could be the same monster?”

“Uh?” Grider said, “You show me again.”

He touched the clothes with his hand again, pondered for a while, and said, “I’m not a professional smoky fire dragon hunter or leather maker after all, so I can’t say if this is the skin of any special smoky fire dragon, but I heard that it’s true that all those clothes were sent to Stormwind City. This is really sent to you by the king, it’s not something you’re bragging about, is it?”

“Of course it is, you want proof, I have another letter here.” Jess said, “Shall I show it to you?”

Grid waved his hand in a huff, “Stop it, just stop it, just keep it to yourself, I don’t need to be irritated any more than I already am.”

“That’s 80% really cunning skin, I’m so envious.” He rested his cheeks and said, “If one day Patriarch Frostad gave me a war hammer or something, even if it’s cracked it would be worth it. It’s just a pity that even if I were given a hammer, it wouldn’t come in handy, would it?”

“Why are you saying such demoralizing things again.” Jace shoved him, and Grid almost landed in the canal water on his feet.

“The Church of the Holy Light won’t let me in, and I don’t have the talent to be a Sage. I can’t go to the Sorcerer’s Temple to learn juggling, can I?” Grid laughed twice while gesturing his hands, and Jace couldn’t even tell if it was mocking him or laughing at himself.

“So you understand why I learned all that magic?” Jace asked.

Grid’s smile froze, and his upturned black beard lowered.

He wrapped his coat around him and said, “But black magic still hurts your body, Jace Sesso, and if you keep using it, sooner or later something will go wrong. If you ask me to learn it, there’s no way I’ll accept it.”

In his mind, Jace thought he wouldn’t let Grid learn any shadow spells or evil magic either, just not directly out of his mouth.

He said, “Maybe when we go over to Dalaran, you can try the church in Southsea Town, or the royal city of Lordaeron. If you’re not accepted here, maybe the church over there will be less demanding? And watch what you say this time, and ask the priests more about the teachings of the Holy Light and whatnot before you go over here. They won’t let you become a priest, but if you take the initiative and ask to convert to the church to the Holy Light, can they still be unwilling?”

“Too much trouble.” Grid scratched his beard and said, “From what the priests here are saying, to become a priest you need to go to some kind of school and go through some kind of training or something, and I’m guessing that as a warrior you need a messy set of processes to get their recognition …… as well.”

“What about Ironforge?” Jace asked, “Don’t a lot of Copperbeard Dwarves believe in the Holy Light?”

“Let me go to Ironforge?” Grid asked.

“Yeah, why, isn’t that one of your kind too?”

“Kindred …… sort of.” Grid scratched his beard and said, “Let’s not talk about that for now, it’s too far away. Since you’re not going to go looking for work, how about we go to the outskirts of the city tonight to practice swordplay? Resume your daily teaching.”

“Could be.” Jace stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, and said, “I’ve been having a boring time too, so I’m practicing my sword for exercise and relaxation.”

Grid said, “It just so happens that the other day, I got two practice wooden swords from the dwarves to play with.”