Chapter 166 Benefits of alcohol

As soon as Greider said that, Jess regretted it a little.

It was just a matter of catching up on words earlier, and since he had brought up something related to his own parents, Jace always felt that Grid should share a little bit about the topic as well, so he asked in passing.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because he wasn’t even concentrating much on the chat itself, he should have thought of that possibility.

Grid took a sip of his wine and said, “My old man died from a fall, he probably just went out one night and didn’t look where he was going and fell. My mother was a warrior, she was captured by trolls when I was very young and her whereabouts are unknown, though I’m sure she didn’t want to live to see this day in Sinsara herself. Honestly, my memories of her are a bit fuzzy now, I can’t remember her face …… in any way, or maybe it’s the effects of the bat poison. Speaking of which, I’m almost forgetting what Pops looks like, could it be that he drank too much wine? He obviously looks quite distinctive.”

“Sorry.” Jess said.

“Nothing to apologize for, old man.” The dwarf said, “My dad said he had been a hunter all his life and had never ridden a griffin a few times, so he was especially envious of the warriors who could ride griffins and fight trolls. He said that if I became a griffin rider he would have no regrets in death, and then I did become a member of the order, and he was so happy that he went around bragging about it to people, and he drank a lot of wine every night, but it turned out that there was a woman with ugly looking hair like a griffin’s nest knocking on my door one morning, telling me that he was down at the bottom of a cliff head, and asked me to go and take a look, and I thought that he was getting drunk and fighting with people again, and I went there, and I ended up seeing him like that , those branches and stuff messed up his face.” At this Grid’s eyes had gone completely glazed over, and he just stared at the glass in Jace’s hand and muttered mechanically.

“At that time I didn’t feel so sad either, because I knew he had nothing to regret anymore. His body was gradually getting old, full of all kinds of illnesses, and he was chanting the old stories of Gwon Mbato every day, and if he lived on and suffered more and more severe torture, he would only end up dying without a bit of dignity. To die in the mountains like that, probably with a lot of wine, without much pain, was rather a blessing, I really felt so. Together with Gwetha, the griffin I was caring for at the time, I took his remains back to Kazmodan, to the Sacred Mountain to bid him a final farewell, and I’m sure he left with a smile on his face, and that was nothing.”

Jace stared at him for a moment and said, “It sounds like your griffin Gweta flew alone and carried you both father and son over there, not you with her …….”

Grid’s eyes rolled back to come to his face and froze for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter, which took half a second to slow down coughing several times, barely managing not to choke on his own spit.

“Just …… that’s what happened! If it hadn’t been a bit of an inappropriate atmosphere, that big girl would have had to bite me hard, and she was so tired at Cuthaven that she slept for three or four days in a row!”

Jace laughed along with him, and Grid couldn’t help but start telling how he and Gwetha had gotten to know each other, how they had developed a bond, how they had trained and killed together.

In the end the news of the Dark Gate came, and Gweta, along with the other most ferocious griffins that had been selected, ran off to Ironforge with a group of the most elite griffon knights to support the battle in Carmageddon, and the two of them never saw each other again. By the time he said this, Grid already looked like he was losing his breath.

Jess could almost imagine what happened after that.

A griffin rider facing an unprecedentedly powerful coalition of orcs and Amani trolls could have ridden into battle on his partner, who had shared decades of life and death, only to be suddenly switched to a completely unknown partner before the battle.

What kind of shit is this?

Perhaps the Barbarian Hammer Dwarves didn’t think then that the war would one day reach Cintron.

“I appreciate your willingness to listen to this useless crap, Jace.” Grid sighed and said, “I wonder if he’ll call me useless when he sees me now.”

“Your dad?”

“Of course, otherwise it’s Gervita? What would I care what that crazy woman who can fly thinks?!”

“Ah, crazy woman?”

Feeling like his brain was having a bit of a hard time keeping up, Jace scratched his face, which was a bit itchy from the alcohol, and said, “If you think your father is still around and thinks you’re useless, does he think you’re useless to the whole Clan or does he think you’re useless because you’re not able to take care of yourself?”

Grid gripped his glass and stared at Jace for a few moments, his lips trying to open several times but finally closing.

He didn’t answer the question in the end, perhaps because his brain was already a mess.

The dwarf took another large gulp of wine before saying, “I’m damned if I’m going to find a way to get to Quel’Thalas.”

Upon hearing the topic, Jace instantly perked up a bit.

He did his best to organize his words and said, “Maybe we can take a look around the periphery for now, going to Quel’Thalas will need to be a long shot. When we go to Eagle’s Nest, we can check out the elven quarters in Sintran, maybe there’s one of their botanists there doing research or something, but of course, don’t get your hopes up.”

“I wasn’t harboring much hope in the first place.” Grid said, “Though I, barring that, don’t think much of that elven lodge’s attitude toward us, you’re right to check it out.”

“In that case.” Jace said, “Our schedule has gotten tighter again, though, thought about the possibility of surprises on this trip, not so much the messed up shit.”

“We’re already in Dalaran anyway.” Grid took a large gulp of wine down, blinking several times in acid.

“Besides, you’ve been to see your parents, and I don’t think it’s any different from the original plan.”

“It doesn’t make any difference.” Jace said, “Referring to someone smashing an extra dragon in Southsea Town.”

“You’re the one who smoked your boy to death, don’t try to pin it on me, it’s not even my business.” The dwarf corrected, pointing at Jace’s nose.

Jace slapped his fingers away and said, “You fart, me and the pawns saw it, you smashed it with your own hands.”

“I don’t care, you’re the one who smoked it.”

“Smashed!”

“Smoked to death ……”

“Smashed ……”

“Smoked ……”

…… Perhaps the limoncello was just too much, and the two weren’t able to talk about anything understandable and specific anymore, they just couldn’t stop babbling.

Still, the light rain outside on his face when they parted sobered Jace up a bit.

“Grid!” He shouted, looking to the dwarf’s back, “Where do you live?”

“Horn Tree Lane!” The dwarf held up both hands and yelled until he broke his voice, “Remember to come hang out with me after that orc sorority!”

Jace looked at his back and muttered in a low voice, “So where’s Horn Tree Lane ……”