Chapter 163 Gold

Jace looked away from the guards and asked, “Why? The Prince of Alsace is having a dwarven holiday too.”

Henny said, “That’s not because the princess of Kul Tiras is preparing to return home for some traditional ritual across the year, and is staying in Lordaeron for the time being, and the prince is looking for a reason to meet with people.”

“Doesn’t he see whoever he wants to see, and he has to make excuses?” Jace asked, glancing at him.

“Doesn’t that make it the same, though, now that Alsatia Minethil and Gianna Prodmore are both in there?”

“Her name is Gianna?” Henny said, “That I didn’t know, but that is indeed the princess of Kul Tiras, Vic told me that. I’ve heard she’s already a young mage apprentice, she came here once a few months ago to travel to Dalaran to learn magic, but the little girl doesn’t even seem to be 12 yet ……”

Jace rubbed forward, even heard someone talking about the future of Kul Tiras and Lordaeron to unite against Gilneas, the church of this pair of “golden girls” is the proof of the iron alliance between the two countries……

Regardless of whether he was proof of the Alliance or not, he just wanted to see what this future pair of orphaned men and women really looked like, and the next time he came back to Lordaeron, he definitely wouldn’t be able to run into this scene.

Jace stood on his tiptoes to look inside, but of course, the taller onlookers piled higher than him and looked even more eagerly than he did, a crowd trying to squeeze past the guards to get a look inside at the princess. But even as they looked, the view was so obscured by the banners of Lordaeron that they couldn’t even see all of the cathedral, let alone what was inside.

It occurred to Jace that as a kid there was a broken window where he could bypass the guards and sneak around the back to look in.

“Mom,” he asked, turning around, “the one in the back ……”

“It was blocked a long time ago.” Henny said, squinting at him.

Jace blinked and said, “Gee, my son wants to see it.”

Looking at her son’s anxious demeanor, Henny sighed and said, “Well, a new one has been smashed, do you want to go see it?”

“Yeah, Mom.” Jess said, “How could this be missed.”

“Come with me.” Henny waved and pointed to a side alley, “Go that way.”

Jess was just about to leave when she was suddenly stopped by Henny reaching out.

“Promise me safety is the most important thing, don’t just look for your life.”

“I promise.”

Jace followed his mother down the alley and ran between a narrow gap in the building, so narrow that Jace felt he might not be able to burrow through it with two more plates of Red Ridge Mountain Stew.

Coming to the other side of the building slit, an unattended patch of overgrown grass in front of him, and then the towering city wall, from which Jace could even hear faint conversations on the wall. A smell of urine filled the grass, Jace covered his nose a little afraid to go forward, for fear of stepping on a mine.

Henny moved against the wall, looked back at him and asked, “Do you want to go to the cathedral or not.”

“Why does this stink!” Jess asked.

Henny waved and said, “Hurry up and go, or you’ll know why in a minute.”

Jace glanced up high to see the guards looking far above and understood at once, cursing mentally to catch up and follow the current run toward the cathedral that cast a shadow ahead toward here.

Retracing her steps to the pavement with its tiles, the mother straightened her dress and patted the wall dust rubbing off her skirt and walked forward, turning a corner, Jace looked forward to see a guard at the end of the alley leaning against the wall clutching a halberd.

“Bad, is he patrolling or standing guard?”

“Patrol’s, wait for him to pass, Jess, you run right over there, and when you get there you’ll know how to get up there and look! I can’t run away well in my dress, so I’ll wait here.”

Jace hadn’t quite digested his mother’s words when he saw that the guard had indeed gotten up and left.

He had to run over quickly at his mother’s anxious urging.

Lake through a narrow path to the back of the church and look up, where the walls of the church have a gap a short distance from the city walls. From the gap it was possible to climb up the sides propped up until one climbed up to a ledge about four meters high, then jumped to a broken window next to it to look in.

I see. That said, this place is too good for an assassin to sneak in.

Jace climbed up onto the ledge with a flurry of stomps, an exercise that was now a breeze for him, and he would have climbed even faster if it weren’t for the injury to his arm.

If I were to backtrack back to the 21st century, I might be able to work as a martial arts replacement or something.

He jumped from this ledge to that broken one, and after stabilizing himself, he heard what sounded like chanting inside.

Cocking his head to glance inside, he was flanked by the Bishop of Lordaeron and a host of nobles.

Most conspicuous from this angle was a red-haired dwarf in a light blue tunic, his bearded braid tied with a ligature having fallen to his knees.

Beside him was a blonde boy, surrounded by the crowd, while the dwarf stood closest behind him.

The boy looked up at the bishop, who was chanting something with his back to the congregation, the back and forth sound of the church’s wide open space making it impossible to hear exactly what was being said.

Of course, Jace wasn’t too interested in all these prayers of holy light and whatnot, and the blonde boy was, without a doubt, Alsatian Minethil.

His face looked about like a normal little boy from this distance, and he did stand a little taller than his peers, but the most obvious sign was his outfit, which was frighteningly expensive at first glance, as if he had worked hard to utilize every place on his body where he could hang something, piling on as much as he could with a half-dozen gold store jewels.

But even with all the accoutrements, he couldn’t hide his brilliant blonde curls.

No wonder even the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom called him the “Golden Grandson” of the entire Union, literally.

If that was Alsace, then the dwarf would have to be Lord Muradin, the second brother of the King of Ironforge, who could be considered Alsace’s mentor and guide in every way as a teenager.

But where is the most critical …… Gianna?

Jace lowered himself hard again, his vision skirting a beam not far in front of him, and finally caught sight of some of the nobles behind Alsace again.

There were two blonde girls standing not far behind the dwarf, the two of them, one taller and one shorter, the shorter one gripping the taller one’s hand and saying something quietly while the taller one listened with a slight sideways glance, occasionally pursing her lips and snickering.

Standing on the other side of the room with long light blonde hair, King Terrenus II looked at the two of them with unblinking eyes, not even bothering to look at his only biological son.

Jace tried to crouch down to get a better look as both girls had their backs to themselves, only because they were mingling with each other was Jace able to barely see the side of their faces, however Terrenus II, who was facing this way, as if he had sensed something, suddenly looked this way he retracted with force to hide behind the wall, and without hesitation he leapt back over the ledge where he had come from and jumped off, using one of the walls to cushion the smooth landing. A smoke scampered back to the alley. Should not see himself right …… he thought silently in his heart.