Chapter 182: One Lie and Countless Lies

Despite being a little less crowded than it had been earlier, the front of the building was still packed with people, and Jace was a little worried that he’d second-guess his shoulder by being jostled around, and was a little less daring to go up there.

After all, the people here wouldn’t give way at all, except for those who needed to be carried, or who were extremely horribly injured at first glance.

The two managed to find an opening and followed the man being carried in, the corridors inside were certainly more crowded than outside.

The stench of blood, the stench of Shadow energy and the ferocious smell of herbs fought each other in the air, making Jace feel a pang of revulsion one moment, a wave of dizziness the next, and it didn’t take long for him to feel like he was going to pass out, so he had to run to the end of the corridor to slow down for a while.

“This one building is simply not enough.” Grider said, “The students aren’t in school right now anyway, so it’s only right that they should leave the academy’s rooms empty for patients.”

Jace glanced at the dwarf and asked, “The streets of the magical district are normally closed, and you can still let the injured here into the academy?”

“Kenrito these guys.” The dwarf spat, looking out into the hallway.

“Speaking of Kenrito.” Jace leaned against the wall and looked at the crowds coming and going and said, “That elf gave me up, not completely, but Kenrito’s side knew I’d met up with Talon Bloodmage anyway.”

“What then?” Grid asked in a whisper, “Will you be arrested by Kenrito?”

“Shouldn’t be there yet.” Jace said, “I’m actually more worried about that orcish meeting last night right now, they might connect that order of mine to the whole theft.”

“Now there’s a more critical issue, which is that I lied at the meeting …… saying that I found that orc warlock on the Headwind Trail, and that I found it myself, so you’ll have to say that you had nothing to do with the whole thing in order for you to be able to do that, and if anyone finds you and asks you about that order, you’ll have to say that you don’t know anything about it don’t know.”

“That’s fine.” The dwarf said, “But why did you lie to them?”

Jace was just about to open his mouth to explain, but the reason he wasn’t being truthful was because he didn’t want to lure Kelsugard, who was studying necromancy, to the Elwyn Forest.

Is that okay to say?

It took a million lies to round out a lie, never anything but empty words, and he was already feeling a headache.

“I’m sorry Grid, I don’t know why, maybe because I wanted to show off that I’ve been to Karazhan or something. I just had a brain fart and didn’t want to say that I got this precious order with the help of someone else, and I apologize.”

“Ha, little bugger.” Grid gave a smug laugh and pointed at Jace, “I’ll keep your secret, but you’ll have to share a little more of the money from the sale of this letter with me and buy me a drink.”

Jess said, “I don’t know if there’s any chance of selling it. But if it does sell, how about 40-60? Me four.”

“Nice, but what about the wine? That’s the key.”

“Let’s wait until we get to Otterbank, and I’ll buy you a drink right away when I’ve recovered a little more from my injuries.”

“It’s a deal.”

It wasn’t long before there were a few more people in front of them, and Jace took the opportunity to move inside.

As soon as they walked in, the two men were immediately self-conscious and quiet, and Jace realized that this wound on his shoulder was nothing compared to the people lying here.

Last night was a lot worse than he thought it would be, there were injured everywhere, and the dead?

Just last night he’d killed two walkers, not to mention all the others he’d seen, at least five or six, and how many he hadn’t seen?

The two stood on the wall near the window, and Grid was silent as he looked at the soldiers who were either swollen or amputated from necromantic magic, or the mages who were burned by dragon flames.

Jace looked at the passing apothecaries, priests, and helping mage apprentices, and didn’t quite dare interrupt to let them drop what they were doing to heal themselves.

After all, compared to the other injured, he was more of a volunteer helping out here than a patient.

Just as the two hesitated, a pharmacist came over and took the initiative to ask Jace, “Was your shoulder …… injured last night?”

“Yes.” Jace admitted, “I was stabbed by a death knight.”

“I’ll take the bandage off for you and take a look.” The apothecary said, “You’re lucky you’re still standing, a good portion of the people who were harmed by the Death Knight last night died before dawn.”

Hearing this, Jess felt even more at a loss for words.

He sat down next to him and watched as the pharmacist removed his bandages, even a little ashamed to show him the wounds that had begun to heal.

After unwrapping it, the pharmacist looked back and forth and said, “You …… look like you were penetrated, but were you being treated by a priest at the time?”

“I gave him some of our medicine.” Grider snaps.

“Odd.” The apothecary said, “Well, I don’t know much about dwarven stuff, but the recovery was good. I can give you some medicine and a bandage to stop the bleeding, and you can go home and get better, there are no more openings here for anyone who can still stand. Do you want to recover faster, or take your time to get better?”

“Quick.” Grider said.

Jess nodded.

“The fast ones can be a little more expensive, a good week or so of rest and you’ll be ready to move around.”

When Jace heard the outrageous time of a week, he instantly felt that it was likely to be particularly costly.

Sure enough, the two men handed over 15 silver coins in exchange for a bit of powdered Living Root Herb ingredient for wiping wounds and a bunch of enchanted bandages, and exited the doorway.

“I’m bleeding money this time, and Living Root Grass is too expensive.” Grid whispered, “It’s time for you to trade out that gold coin, we won’t have the money to go to Dunhold if you don’t.”

Jace sighed and said, “Come on then, what’s that old saying you dwarves have ……”

Grider said almost immediately, “A woman is a battle axe, and the back is as dangerous as the front.”

Jace froze and asked, “What’s all this with you?”

“Ah, that is a proverb I know best.” The dwarf said.

Jess said, “It should be, no one can hold onto a gold coin for the rest of their life.”

“Never heard of it, sure it’s not black iron bullshit?” Grider said.

When he finished, he glanced at the snow-covered mountains in the distance and said, “Now we’re next to Mt. Otterbank, aren’t we?”

“Indeed.” Jess said.

“So, while we’re in Outlander City, can’t we find a few days to go to the mountains and look for herbs or something? Remember what the alchemy room shopkeeper in Stormwind City said? Living Root Grass is common in the Otterbank Mountains.”

“But how are we going to get there now with both of us missing arms and legs?” Jace said, “And it would also take us at least two days to get to the city of Outlander if we left now, with no telling what accidents we’d have to have in between, and by the time we get there it’ll be well into the Winterfest period, and then we have to go to Dunnhold, and from Dunnhold to Cintron, and that’s almost a week, and let’s not forget that we have to come back… …”

“Where’s the accident, it’s just a snowy hill to cross!” Grider said unhappily.

Jess said, “You’ve got to stop, I’m going to have a heart attack.”