Chapter 26: Back to life

The carriage ride back to Stormwind took another two days, and when he got off at the Cargo Trading Post by the small square in the trade area, Jace looked at the crowds of people coming and going in the streets and had the feeling that he had finally returned to civilization.

The traveling and the long, ungrown wounds all over his body made neither one of the two men want to move immediately to sell what they had gathered.

They had arranged to rest for the morning, and to meet in the afternoon at the door of the gold-encrusted Rose Inn, and then to go home separately, the sacks with the weapons being carried by Grid, and Jace taking the herbs and the warlock’s small leather pouch.

Back at that little rental, after five or six days of living in an inn, Jace wasn’t even quite used to his little room anymore.

His small room was probably only about 4 or 5 square meters in size, probably only a little bigger than the toilet in his family’s home in his last life, and the roof was still pressed down by a slanted roof over a large space, and the bed was so small that when he lay down at night, with his not quite 5’8″ height, he would have to stretch his legs out over the edge of the bed.

But being a medieval or Renaissance-like era, it was far beyond Jace’s imagination that a common worker in the city could live in such a separate place.

He had anticipated that he might have to sleep in a dozen big bunks for a few years when he came to Storm City, and then in fact, only the most difficult period of living in tents at the city gates at the very beginning was like that; the old city had been able to accommodate many foreign laborers after a simple clearing and planning, and the accommodations had been much more lenient after the new city’s reconstruction was basically completed.

At the end of the day, it’s amazing that there’s even a chance that you can rent a cottage like this.

That’s why before, he didn’t even have a grievance or complaint about the small space here.

Soon, he would be able to live in the Mage District, the most beautiful and also the most expensive slice of the city besides the Garden District where the nobles lived, next to the Storm City University which Jace had never even seen in the game, the environment was really impeccable.

Thinking of this, he began to look forward to his future life …… Right, and to meet Eden Marin!

I don’t know if the boss has returned from the Red Ridge Mountain yet, when Jace and Grid were resting in the town of Shining Gold, I heard that the road from the Aelwyn Forest to the area around the Red Ridge Mountain has been harassed by jackals lately, would it be possible that the teachers are blocked over there until now?

He went to the canal and scrubbed his body carefully, before at the pond near the town of Shining Gold, because of some fear of being sneaked by the dog-heads or whatever, so he washed with Grid in a bit of a hurry, and just casually rinsed off a bit, removing the stench brought by a few days of not bathing and groping, and it was only now that he finally had the time to clean up himself carefully.

The bridge over the canal hadn’t been repaired yet, and on the makeshift wooden bridge, a group of young girls passing by looked over at the few boys bathing naked over here and covered their mouths and snickered.

Jace was used to the stares, but of course, he was unremarkable in this group of young men who were busy showing off their muscles.

He was thinking about that warlock’s pouch and whether or not he should give the scroll to Marin when he went to the mage area later.

What should I do if Marin asked where I got the scroll? Tell him everything? And who would believe it?

What if what is written on the scroll is too evil and involves you in it?

He would have to learn orcish to do that, and then figure out the contents of the scroll.

There should be orcish language related tools in the library, after all, the war is over and research on orcs is on the table, and orcish research is not black magic.

In particular, the attitude of the previous leader of the Alliance, King Terrenus II of Lordaeron, had become widely known, believing that the orcs should be viewed as intelligent creatures rather than invading beasts, and that their culture and customs should be studied in order to deal with the crisis that followed.

Dalaran, the intellectual pioneer of the human kingdom, did not take a public stance against Terrenus II’s opinion. In Jace’s opinion, the mastermind Archmage Antonidas of Kenrito was also a supporter of this attitude, and the Dalaran he dominated must have begun his research on orcs long ago.

The Sorcerer’s Sanctuary had learned from Dalaran in many ways, and if the mages here were knowledgeable about Dalaran’s recent movements, they shouldn’t be left behind in this piece.

As for the two books, it would be absolutely impossible to hand them over, if what was written on them was really demonic language, or even dark magic, then not only might they be confiscated, but he himself would also get into trouble.

After showering and changing into fresh clothes, Jace rushed to the mage area.

The door to Eden Marin’s room was ajar, probably because Amy had already been here, and now that the time was around 11:00 a.m., she’d probably already gone to class.

The work had been put down for several days, and a number of places in the room had been re-packed with dust, even a place as clean as the Mage’s Quarter couldn’t get rid of the curse of dust all the same, ah.

Jace skillfully rolled up his sleeves and set his tools in place and began to wipe down the table, not cleaning for long when suddenly someone pushed open the door to the house.

Turning back, he was seeing Archmage Marin standing in the doorway with a sweetbread in his mouth.

“Ah …… Master Marin, you’re back.”

“It’s been delayed for a while, why are you so late today?”

Marin said as he walked over to the back of the table and sat down, placing a cup of hot tea on the edge of the table, taking a small piece of sugar from the small bag in the drawer and tossing it in, flipping the book over to a certain page and pressing it down with a ruler as he stirred the tea with his other hand.

Jess froze and asked, “Didn’t Ms. Amy Marin say anything? I’ve been out for the past two days.”

“Ah! So you just got back today? That’s really a coincidence.” Marin sat down and said, “I only returned to Stormwind City last night as well, the situation in the Red Ridge Mountains is not optimistic, and the jackal clans are not only stirring up trouble in the Aelwyn Forest. Of course I’m not surprised at all, after all, Red Ridge Mountain is their old home. It is said that the dwarves have found traces of jackal activity around both Rockmordan and Minethil Harbor, I guess after the Orc War, the dwarves and humans were hit hard by the war and couldn’t regain control of our past homelands in the first place, which gave the jackals a chance to make a comeback.”

Jace asked, “Will the kingdom send an army to clear out these jackals? The jackal clans in the Red Ridge Mountains seem to be causing major problems for the trade routes between the three towns.”

Marin replied, “The garrison at Red Ridge Mountain is already planning to deal with those monsters, but I don’t know what the kingdom thinks about the new situation with the jackals on this side of the Aelwyn Forest. Perhaps the recruitment of mercenaries for bounties will continue for a while, after all, the threat here is far less intuitive than on the Red Ridge Mountain side.”

“What about the orcs?” Jace asked as he wiped down the bookshelves, “Didn’t the orcs in Red Ridge get into conflict with the jackals?”

“Ah, orcs.” Marin picked up his cup of tea and blew on it, saying, “Guess what the Blackstone Orcs are doing right now?”

What were the Blackstone Orcs doing right now? Jace had never seriously thought about this since he came to Stormwind City.