Chapter 187.

The next morning, Duchamp left early to head west in the direction of the Silver Pine Forest, while Jess waited at the Sky Blue Encounter with his luggage, and Gerard soon entered.

“I contacted a team from the church.” Grid said as he came to Jace and was just about to open his mouth to continue when he noticed a couple of snacks sitting on a cloth bag next to where Jace was sitting.

These look expensive, what kind of fruit is this, Bingley? ……

“Someone else bought it.” Jace picked up half a strawberry round and took a bite, chewing, “Sit down and I’ll do a trick for you.”

“What spell did you learn again?” The dwarf asked.

Jace gave him a look before remembering that the magic thing wasn’t that interesting in the Azeroth world.

So he got right to the point and said, “The art of turning silver into gold.”

“Point silver into gold?” The dwarf let out a laugh, placed two silver coins on the table, sat down on his butt across the table, and said, “Here, change both of these into gold coins, oh no, into gold coins.”

“Just two? You’re looking down on me too.” Jace said.

The dwarf takes a moment to raise an eyebrow, then grabs up 20 silver coins on the table in one hand, and Jace says, “That’s too many, it takes mana to expend, so you can just put 10.”

“Can.” Grider took ten and said, “Change.”

Jace glanced at the twelve silver coins and said slowly, “Ah, twelve should do.”

Grider stared at Jace’s hands and lips with a smirk, Jace snapped his right hand his lips moved a sudden burst of intense light shone out so violently Grider couldn’t help but squint his eyes.

“No more spells in the store, my dear masters!” The shopkeeper in front of him shouted, “If you keep chanting random spells, I’m going to call the guards!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

Jace finished with an embarrassed smile.

The sight was lowered, and in front of him, Grid was dumbfounded.

Jace glanced down at the 12 gold coins on the table and pretended to say, “Holy Light on Earth, I can’t believe it’s come true, I thought it was going to fail!”

Grider tapped the table while he hemmed and hawed and said, “You’ve got to give me back those silver coins! This guy up here has a different face!”

“You’re a boring person.” Jace pulled the silver coins back out and laid them on the table, saying, “Four or six is not a good split, how about you take seven and I’ll take five?”

“Is this really the money you got from selling that sealed blood demon’s order?” Grid asked.

“Sold to the elves.” Jace says, “After that meeting, and especially after the theft, that letter is no longer just a small textbook in Orcish, Grid, it’s worth a lot more!”

“I can’t believe you can sell it for so much money ……,” the dwarf scratched his chin under his beard for a while before he said, “Then you keep that Gulabash gold coin.”

“Leave it to me and you’ll lose even more.” Jace reminded him, “I would have split it a little more than forty-six.”

“Am I really going to split it with you four or six?” Grid laughed and counted seven gold coins and stuffed them into his pocket, saying, “Let’s split it up! Aiya, it’s time to live a good life! What should I buy? It’s too hard, I’m leaving Dalaran today, but I ended up with such a huge amount of money, there’s nothing good to buy when I get to Otterland, Dunhold, and Eagle’s Nest Mountain!”

“Save your money and go back to Stormwind.” Jace reminded.

“Why don’t I buy you some clothes?” Grider said, “We’re about to go up a snowy mountain, and if you climb a snowy mountain in winter, you’ll only have this shirt and that cloak left, right? You won’t freeze to death up there, will you?”

“I can’t believe I almost forgot.” Jace pinched his collar to feel the thickness; this shirt was cold even in Dalaran in December, let alone continuing to climb the snowy mountains to the northeast.

Grider said, “That church caravan leaves at 9:00 and has about an hour to go, so let’s hurry up and get it or we’ll have to borrow their clothes halfway across the country.”

The two immediately packed up and went to find a clothes store, and ended up spending 5 silver coins on a brown leather jacket and thick pants for Jace that felt like he walked into a clothes store in the summer and ran out of winter.

The weather had turned cold rapidly in the past week or two, and the Silver Pine Forest, which had been a deep green when we first arrived here, was now looking pretty gaunt. Since it was nearing the Winterfest and the dwarves were leaving for home, there were many more dwarves and gnomes outside the stagecoach station in the south of the city, and if I hadn’t stopped by to take a look around, I wouldn’t have realized that there were so many dwarves in Dalaran.

Probably because the Dwarf village of Danbadar on Otterank is after all not as lively and rich in materials as Dalaran, so after the war passed, there are quite a few Dwarves who like to come down the mountain to join the fun with the human side.

At this moment, Jace was sitting on a rock under a pine tree, clad in a maroon cloak, clutching a staff wrapped in a dark, rotten yellow cloth, and carrying a bag.

He hadn’t cut his beard for the past two days, and with a handful of curly hairs on his mouth and staring at the group of priests of the Church of the Holy Light not far away, he really looked like a homeless wild mage.

“Grid.” He asked with a sideways glance, “Can you smell anything funny?”

“What a weird flavor.” Grid said as he chewed on a snack that Remy Stargazer had bought.

“It’s something like corpses, ah, shadows, or something like that.” Jace asked.

Grider’s chewing stopped momentarily, glanced at Jace’s bag again, and asked, “What the hell have you been hiding again?”

Jace pointed to the head of his staff and said, “This cloth is the cloak of Talon Bloodmage.”

“Fuck you.” Grider was startled and said, “Why didn’t you say so, I even got a church team! Wouldn’t those priests kick you off the bus if they found out?”

“I don’t think so, I’ll just say I beat a Death Knight and wasted a bit of time, and it’s not like I’m bragging, I did actually beat a Death Knight.” Jace said, “I just thought I’d try not to cause any trouble or anything, just tell me if it smells right?”

“Rather, I can’t smell it.” Grid said, “You are exaggerating enough to use the clothes of Gul’dan’s apprentice as a shroud, I’ll have something to blow on later.”

Jace let out a chuckle and said, “Maybe later the ghost of Talon Bloodmage will have to brag to someone that Archmage Jace took my cloak and wrapped it around his staff back in the day.”

“Ha! You really dare to think about it!” Grid took a clean cloth and wrapped that invisible eye around it while laughing out loud, “More than that, you should think about picking up Winressa Windrunner! Alright, move your ass, those church priests are leaving.”

Hearing this, Jace’s smile faded as he lowered his head and checked all of his luggage once again.

This included the elfin dragon tentacle fur from the one given to Amy Marin, all the books he had brought with him, the money pouch, his clothes, the dry food bought by mom and dad, the snacks bought by the rich man, and so on, to make sure that nothing was missing before he stood up.

He patted the dirt on his butt and cloak with one hand, looked at the back of the dwarf carrying a large woven bag, and said mentally, “Would you have thought I was imagining things when I said three months ago that we were going to kill a real dragon, Grid?”