Chapter 44 Young mothers

The next day, Jace was awakened by the sound of twittering birds, and when he sat up, he found himself lying on an exaggeratedly large bed.

Of course, by exaggeration, it was only compared to those beds he had slept in before.

Looking out the window, here at the Giant Lake Farm, he noticed that the cloth had been removed from the wounds on his body and re-bandaged carefully, with little blood on them yet.

Thinking back to last night, it seemed like he’d been bitten pretty hard.

He was just about to get out of bed when he suddenly felt a sharp ache all over his body, his ankles and wrists were vaguely painful, he fell on his feet yawning onto the table next to the table, and managed to hold onto the table so that he didn’t fall to the ground with his whole body.

“Grid?” He called out, but no one answered.

According to the direction the sun’s rays were coming from, it should be just after noon now.

He poked his head out, straining to look out the window, and was seeing a woman sitting on the steps in the clearing of the farm, a sleeping little girl in her arms, and a couple of young men over by the grain silo bustling about not knowing what they were doing, and the old woman standing not far away looking at them motionlessly.

The girl didn’t seem to have suffered much damage, and Jace and Grid really didn’t have the energy to double-check her yesterday.

After watching for a moment, the girl’s mom looked up as if noticing Jess looking out the window.

She ran inside, carried the girl into the other room, and came out just in time to run into Jess trying to help herself to her feet by holding onto the table.

“This gentleman!” The girl’s mom held him up and said, “You’d better not get up yet. My name is Emily Fryer, wife of the man you met yesterday, and you saved our daughter.”

“I remember you.” Jace felt a slight headache and the woman rushed to help him sit back on the bed.

He looked around, by the window, and saw that his stick and bag were laid out on the counter below the window before he finally let go.

“What about the dwarf?” Jace asked, “How is he hurt?”

The woman said, “Mr. Dwarf has some minor bite wounds on his legs, he’s strong and should recover in a few days.”

Jace thought back to last night’s scene when Grid was surrounded by several old wolves, and dared to think that he still had some power left.

But Grid was used to going out in leather gauntlets and boots, no matter how hot the weather was, and it was an important protective gear to avoid injuries when dealing with wild beasts, and it didn’t happen to play an important role.

Jace looked out at the brightening sky and remembered that he had promised to go to work this morning.

It’s late now anyhow, but it can’t stay here for long.

He had unfinished business before he left, and that scroll, that scroll written in orcish even after such a messy adventure, kept tartly clawing at his curiosity.

“Stop a carriage for me, Mrs. Fryer.” Jace said, “The sooner the better, I need to get back to Stormwind quickly, just give the honorarium to the dwarf, I have urgent business.”

“Is it really okay?” Fleur said worriedly, “Besides, we haven’t had a chance to show our appreciation yet. Matt called a couple of helpers from a nearby farm in the morning to find some wolf carcasses and prepare a meal of wolf meat, and now they’re skinning …… a couple of the wolves with their skins still intact, which can be sold for a little bit of money or made into winter clothing, which is all being given to you as a thank you.”

Hearing that there was wolf meat to be had, Jace’s stomach rumbled for a moment and he swallowed uncontrollably.

And there was a wolf skin jacket to take, plus his body was sore, he probably really couldn’t move the road, so he might as well lie down for a while.

With a tilt of his head and a sigh of relief, he said, “I’d like some fruit, any fruit, anything.”

“Ah ……” Emily nodded and ran into the other room, hurrying back with a wooden tray in her hand.

“Here are the grapes from the North County Abbey, I don’t know if you ……”

Jace picked a grape from a wooden plate and put it in his mouth, nice guy sour enough to knock his teeth out, but there was also that little bit of sweetness with a hint of wine, guess it had been sitting there a bit too long.

But the satisfaction of this sour juice was something he hadn’t felt in a long time, and he felt so much more energized after swallowing just one of them; grapes were wonderful.

“At the risk of asking, sir, you’re not very old, are you?” Emily Fryer looked like she was trying to find a topic of conversation to break the awkwardness.

Jess said, “I’m almost eighteen.”

“I was so scared last night that something would happen to you guys.” She said, “You’re so young to be out there doing such dangerous work, surely your parents must be worried too?”

Jace took another grape and said, “My parents aren’t over here, they think I’m in Storm City doing manual labor moving bricks, they won’t worry.”

“But they ……” Emily’s tears suddenly welled up before she could finish her words.

“I don’t know, but I don’t know how I’m going to face Matt without little Rose, I don’t really know how I’m going to go on.”

Looking at her with her head down, Jace also felt that his heart wasn’t quite right, if his parents knew what he had done over here, they would probably fight tooth and nail to get themselves back to Lordaeron, wouldn’t they?

“Well, well, don’t try to play the sentimental card, ah, it costs extra money to find more children, do you know how disgusting it is to drill a wolf hole? Yesterday with your man we agreed that two silver coins is two silver coins, the wolf meat and wolf skins and stuff you guys made can’t be counted as money, I didn’t say I wanted those things, and this bunch of grapes can’t be counted either.”

“Not really, not really.” The woman wiped the tears from her eyes, tried to squeeze out a little smile, and said, “The money is ready, and I’ll bring it to you when you return.”

“Right.” Jace said, “Remember to take your kids to check it out, especially find a priest, you know there are some living dead in the south, we’re worried that the wolf plague has something to do with those living dead.”

The woman nodded gravely and said, “We know, we’ll show her tomorrow afternoon when we go to town.”

“That’s fine.” Jace lay down on the bed, ouched, and said, “I’d like to lie down a little longer, it hurts a little.”

It was only after the young Mrs. Fryer left the room and gently closed the door behind her that Jess finally felt more relaxed.

No need to think about those annoying and unsolvable dilemmas of your parents.

For the moment, he remembered the wolves from last night, the pack that had surrounded him and Grid, and the fear spell he had managed to cast.

He didn’t even know if that was a fear spell anymore …… because according to the settings in the game, fear spells could only fear one person. Besides, even Gakin didn’t scare Sulunna Keldon on the streets of Old Town.

The fear spells that Jace puts in turn don’t manifest on the onlooking Sulenna’s body either.

So what is it?

At that thought, Jace saw the stick scavenged from the orc warlock leaning against the wall.

As if remembering that night, Jace couldn’t see anything clearly after shouting the spell, only the evil light released by this stick along with the spell impressed him so much that it seemed like a hallucination when he thought about it again now.

Tearing some of the wrapping from the stick, there was no sign of a magic pattern on it that could emit evil light, or gems or anything like that.

This staff, does it really have the ability to strengthen dark spells?

The game didn’t recall any of the usual staffs having similar special effects, but Jace also knew that it wasn’t quite right to take the settings and data from the game and apply them rigidly to this real Azeroth.

Not to mention, it was impossible for an ordinary orc warlock to possess an artifact that surpassed the power of countless legendary staffs, even if he was a member of the Shadow Council.

That said, he hadn’t delved into the specifics of how wands affected magic in this world.

“Jace.” Grid had walked out at some point and was standing on the threshold of the doorway to the other room looking this way, saying, “A great idea just occurred to me.”