Chapter 212 End of vacation

No matter how interesting the journey is, the first trip may be novel, the second may be full of flashbacks, and the third …… will be boring.

Not to mention the great sea voyage, full of blue.

One thought that popped into Jace’s head numerous times on the way was that he hoped a tentacle monster or something came out of the sea to pass the time.

Of course, every time a second passed he thought it would be best if he didn’t.

It was a Kul Tiras merchant ship, again not stopping at Minethil Harbor, and quite a bit faster than the goblin brigantine, which was what Jace had arranged for when he had sought out Mr. Duchamp’s help in booking a spot at the time.

The only thing that wasn’t so good was that Grid and Jace were among the few passengers on the ship; eighty percent of the people on the ship were Kul Tiras sailors, and the common language they spoke was particularly difficult to understand, and the two men simply didn’t bother trying to communicate.

So the journey, which was already boring as hell, became even more depressing, and within a few days the slight sadness of leaving home was completely melted by the torture on board.

Luckily, the ship sailed fast and arrived at Stormwind Harbor on the afternoon of the 16th.

When he saw the familiar spire of the Cathedral of Light from afar, Jace felt like he was meeting a loved one.

Walking down to the dock, an uncontrollable wave of pain surged through him. He raised his hands high, palms facing outward, and picking up his jaw slightly, he looked away from the golden sunlight reflecting off the church and yelled–

“Ah …… praise too …… praise the holy light!”

“Hail Holy Light ……”

“Holy light be upon you!”

“The holy light assures us.”

There are responders everywhere.

Grid stepped off the boat with his bag, glanced at Jace, and asked, “Are you planning on getting a job at the Cathedral, so you’re practicing ahead of time?”

Jace shades the sun to look out over the not-so-busy harbor with its blue-cloaked Stormtroopers and says, “I’m just thankful for the holy light to bless us with a safe journey, I guess!”

“You would sincerely thank the Holy Light? Hell no.” Grid muttered, “I’ve known about you for ages, you’re one of those types of people who manage to have the Holy Light on top and fuck the Holy fucking Light when you don’t.”

“Ah, are you crazy?” Jace looked around to make sure no one had heard before asking, “You don’t want to be a priest anymore?”

“What kind of priest am I going to be now?” Grid patted the hammer hanging on his belt and said, “The holy light doesn’t want to favor me, and even the servants of the holy light don’t bother to take care of me, so I’ll have to go down this old road! Quickly take away your books and stuff, it’s exhausting to carry them all the way for you.”

“Thanks so much.” Jace said moving his wooden box out.

The two men split their already disorganized luggage on the dock and sat on the pilings of the trestle for a while.

The sun was setting fast, and by now it was darker than it had been earlier.

Jess asked, “Still drinking tonight?”

“I can’t, tomorrow or the day after, I just want to get some sleep now, I don’t even want to eat dinner.”

Grid muttered something and propped himself up on his knees.

“I’m going home to see if the family has moved out yet, and you go home early, so I’ll see you some other time.”

Hearing Grid say that made Jace a little sleepy as well, so he just waved and barely propped himself up as well.

After all, he couldn’t fall asleep on the dock, and he couldn’t afford to be careless with this family now.

In the evening, Jace wandered all the way back to the rental house, opened the door, carefully sniffed the inside, nothing odd, checked everywhere, nothing wrong.

The house has been vacant for less than two months now though, and it hasn’t changed at all except for some dust and stuff.

That’s great.

In my last life, I left home for two months, came back and found that the toilet light was still on, and wanted to see if I had forgotten to turn it on before I entered the door, and touched it, resulting in the painful experience of burning my hand with a blister, and this life is still a cloud hanging over my heart.

I packed my bags, tidied up my room, did some simple cleaning, and lay down on my cold bed.

Thinking back on what he had experienced this time in the Lordaeron continent, it was as if he had listened to a story told by someone else once, rather than experiencing it himself.

He lifted his cloak and looked at the scars on it from the panther’s scratches, as well as the area that had been burned by the dragon, the colors of which were noticeably inconsistent, as if they had been splattered with ink.

Opening his shirt, he looked at the appalling scar on his shoulder, and there was even some vague pain when he went to touch it.

In fact, to this day, he can’t believe he actually repelled Talon Blood Demon ……

If the Blood Demon discarded his body in Dalaran, where would he go next? Escape back to the Dark Gate as a spirit, or hide in some unknown corner and wait for a chance to be reborn?

Will this guy hold a grudge and find a way to come over and get himself in trouble?

Returning to the Dark Gate should be a far higher priority for him than fighting himself.

As long as Deathwing or Klsugard helped him get the Eye of Dalaran, he should immediately find a way to return to the Horde’s current leader, Neozu.

“Saeuno, you can come out now!”

“Master ……,” the fire brat poked his head out of his bag and asked, “Where did that fat guy go?”

“You won’t be seeing him for a while.” Jace lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, and said, “I say, if you ever see him again, you’d better not say anything irritating, and don’t purposely piss him off.”

“I know, I know!” The little ghost said, “It’s that guy who’s just too much of a hindrance, if it wasn’t for him, master would definitely be much stronger now!”

“I’m sure I’d be dead if it wasn’t for him.” Jace said as he wrapped his arms around himself, “And you should still be working as a slave and a servant under the hand of your own great king of something or other who could be killed off at any moment, do you want to go back?”

“Of course I don’t want to!” The little ghost laughed and said, “Ah, so that short, fat man can’t be considered useless! But master, what did you call me out for?”

“To continue your work, of course.” Jace said, “Now that I have the money for paper and ink, your job is to write out all that you’ve memorized for me, and help me master the demon language!”

“Got it ……,” the Kid asked with a saddened look on his face, “Are we going to start working now?”

“Tomorrow.” Jace said, “Tomorrow I will return from the Sorcerer’s Sanctuary and bring you all the tools you need to use, so you can get to work then. You must be serious plus persistent and meticulous! When the day comes when I master powerful magic by utilizing demonic language, won’t you also follow the light, and then your treatment will definitely be better than now.”

“What’s pending through ……,” the Kid asked.

“For the time being, before we go out again I’ll consider seeing if I can get you to walk outside by yourself instead of staying in the pack all the time.” Jace said, “But you’ll have to be better at hiding yourself then.”

“Ah! Really?” The kid asked, “I can move freely too?”

“Free and clear, you’re overthinking it, I still want to be free and clear.” Jace said.

“No! I think the master is especially free!”

“Knock it off, no more freedom discussions, I’m going to sleep.” Jace tilted his head to the side and said, “Stay out there if you want, don’t go out, hide if anyone comes near you, and don’t wake me up.”

“Understood, Master!”