Chapter 155 – Choosing the Wrong Opponent

“Since he never told anyone, how did you, an outsider, know?” Grider asked rhetorically.

Jace said, “Think of it as this rich guy’s brother traveling back in time to warn him, but without letting him find out he has two identical brothers.”

“Awesome.” Grid said, “Since you have the horrible magic of traveling through time and space, you can casually get that thief killed ah, like traveling back to give him a direct kick in the ass when he was still a child, why bother with that effort to warn the rich.”

“The thief had a friend who helped him and was so powerful he couldn’t be killed by a time traveler.” Jace patches the setting again.

“Why steal a treasure guarded by someone with little resistance when you have such a powerful friend who can fight the time travelers?” Grid asked rhetorically.

“You’re ……”

Jace was just about to open his mouth to continue patching against the barbarian, but this last comment from Grid poked him in an area he hadn’t been able to consider carefully before.

–Why did the Black Dragon help Talon Blood Demon?

Jace’s memories of the Blood Demon’s theft of the Eye of Dalaran didn’t include any decent fights; Talon Blood Demon was certainly a very powerful Death Knight, but he wasn’t powerful enough to be able to go in and out of Kenrito’s treasure trove like nobody’s business.

He was ultimately able to do this, or because he had more than just the young dragons of the Blackwing Legion behind him, but also Deathwing himself.

Not only did Deathwing have his scions lighting fires all over Lordaeron in order to redirect Dalaran’s protective forces, but at the end of the day he sent the centerpiece of the Blackwing Legion to attack Dalaran head-on in order to divert attention.

He even personally recognized the boundary magic of the treasury and secretly guided the Blood Demon into the treasury, enabling him to successfully steal the Eye of Dalaran away.

Does Deathwing need the Eye of Dalaran, not really, with the unrivaled power he inherited from the Pantheon and the Ancient Gods, he won’t care much about the magic of these holy artifacts.

He helped the Blood Demon with this difficult series of actions just so that his legions of Death Knights could help smuggle as many Black Dragons as possible into Draenor without attracting the attention of anyone else, mainly the other Dragons.

Further, he hoped that the Blood Demon would lead the Horde to help him build an even greater, new Blackwing’s Nest in Draenor.

At this time, the alliance’s army was probably already assembled at the Watchtower, and would soon launch an attack against the Dark Gate, so perhaps the battle had already begun, leaving little time for Deathwing.

That was why Deathwing had been so active in helping the Blood Demons launch their various looting operations, preferring to allow his noble heirs to be ridden by the orcs and those death knights, preferring to risk exposing his whereabouts to the attention of the other dragon kings, and to take it upon himself to overwhelm Dalaran’s guarding forces. Jace realized that now he was attempting to stop what was one of the most feared beings on Azeroth, and whose had already given too much to accomplish his plans, and right now this was the death knell.

If he came up with something and managed to get Kenneto to turtle up and defend the treasure trove to block the Blood Demon, what new job would Deathwing come up with in his haste to get him?

Will you be doing the breaking and entering yourself?

It was really scary the more he thought about it, helping to take out a young dragon did make him drift, to dare to count the father of the black dragon in this tavern.

“Where did you come up with that question.” Grider asked.

“Just read a novel.” Jess prevaricated, “Curious how the thief would steal it at the end.”

“What an idle mind.” Grid said, “Anyway, after talking to that Ming Wing, I’ve got nothing to play with now.”

After eating and parting with Grider, he returned to the rental house, where Dushan had not yet finished his lunch.

He saw Jace step through the door and said, “I saw the message you left, and I have nothing to worry about with a friend going out with you. It’s just that you’re not sure you’re fully recovered yet, so keep an eye on yourself if you go out. The medicine I bought for you is in your room, you can see it when you go up.”

“I understand, Sensei.” Jace nodded.

He was just about to open his mouth to tell Duchamp about the holy weapon mentioned in that order when he suddenly remembered about the Deathwing and swallowed back. Not to mention that Jace couldn’t directly mention the Eye of Dalaran, even if he told Mr. Carlo Duchamp about it, how much more could he do than himself?

It was even said that Dushan’s knowledge of the matter was certainly less comprehensive than his own, and if he told him and let him go poking his nose into Dalaran rashly, he might end up putting him in harm’s way instead.

If you have to do something, do it yourself.

“Why, what’s wrong, Jess Sesso, it looks like you’re not feeling well.” Dushan asked.

“Nah.” Jess said, “I was just thinking about going home, teacher.”

“Where is your house?”

“It’s right here in King City.”

“That’s close enough to go to the docks and find a ship to get there in a day, there are plenty of ships going between Dalaran and the royal city of Lordaeron every day.”

“I plan to go tomorrow.”

“Isn’t this too soon?” Dushan said, “Those mages who were treating you at the time even reminded me to get me to them if your condition changed, and I haven’t gotten around to it yet, but your condition can definitely be considered drastically different now.”

“I want to spend a few more days with my parents, it might be good for recovery too.” Jess said.

“That makes quite a bit of sense.” Dushan said, “Anyway, you don’t want to go to the wilderness, take a boat from here directly to the port of Lordaeron, there are quite a few people along the way, and I’m sure that if you are really unlucky in the King’s City and something goes wrong, there will be someone to help you right away as well. Quickly go up and drink the medicine first to ease your headache.”

Jace was just about to go up the stairs when he added, “Teacher, I have an orcish letter here, but I don’t have quite enough vocabulary at my disposal, so it’s hard to translate it completely. Is it possible that by the time the orcish language is exchanged, could you please help show it for language learners from all over to translate together?”

Dushan said: ”You take it yourself to display, I will go to discuss the time with the person who hosts the exchange meeting in a few days, and will arrange your time then. I won’t steal your thunder on this kind of thing, the letter is a very important linguistic material, there must be some very interesting contents, maybe the road is related to the mobilization of the tribal army at that time. At that time you can even share the process of getting the letter, I think it’s also an interesting story, right?”

“Indeed.” Jace forced a smile and said, “I’ll go upstairs and rest then, teacher.”

“Go on.”

Dushan stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth and went back to reading, and Jess gave him another look and took a step up the stairs.

It was the most natural way he could think of to tell the whole of Kenrito.

In itself, he had come to Dalaran in the name of the Orcish Language Exchange, and at the Orcish Language Exchange he had made the contents of this order directly public, embellishing the adventures that had led to obtaining it, and at most giving a few more cryptic hints.

This is very natural and logical and does not raise any suspicion from any angle on any side.

It was hoped that after he had published the letter, the informed Kenrito mages would associate the disappearance of the Book of Medivine with the safety of another important artifact, their Eye of Dalaran.

If that’s what they can’t figure out, and they’re not going to be vigilant about stepping up their protective measures, then why don’t they just stop protecting and do what they have to do, it’s out of Jace’s hands anyway.

Sitting on the bed, he looked at the medicine Dushan had placed here, a small tube of light purple liquid and a bottle as clear as water.

He didn’t recognize one of them, but drank them all down, one next to the other, and both tasted good, a small twenty times better than the Shadow Protection potion he’d boiled himself, I think.

After drinking it down, he stared out at the sky, remembering what Marin had said.

Don’t keep throwing blame around, improve yourself above all else.

Yeah, it’s still up to Kenrito to fight things like the Deathwing, and for the time being, it has nothing to do with himself, a young apprentice of the Sorcerer’s Temple.

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, a wave of weariness hit him, and this time he didn’t fight it, closing his eyes obediently.