Chapter 55 – First time as a messenger

The morning had already been delayed quite a bit, and Jace had set the brat up immediately running all the way into the mage area at a furious pace.

Since he found a job in the mage district, he felt that his endurance was getting better and better, running wildly for a few miles every morning and then cleaning his room for an hour without a moment’s rest, exercising his physical strength and patience at the same time, was not a kind of cultivation.

It hadn’t been long since I finished cleaning and had just sat down to get a book when Marin arrived.

He looked at the way Jace was still panting as he held the book and said, “I’ve got a job to do, and now that you’re so tired, we’ll talk later?”

Jace snapped the book in his hand and said, “Just a workout, Master, go ahead.”

“Where’s the tea?” Marin looked at the empty teapot and asked, “Forgot it today?”

“Ah.” Jace scratched his head and said, “Sorry I’m late today.”

“Never mind.” Marin said, “Let me start you off with this job, I’m looking for someone to deliver a letter and some materials to Stoneforge, when do you think you’ll have time to help?”

“The stone fortress at Red Ridge?” Jace asked.

“Right.” Marin brought up a large bag from under the table and said, “Take these to the stone fortress, and this letter, it was meant for a mage, but he’s always away, so I wrote the name of one of his students to save you the trouble.”

He slipped an already sealed letter into the package and continued, “It had better be delivered within the week, that’s three days, I think, and you’ll still have plenty of time if you move immediately after your afternoon classes, after all, you’ll definitely need to rest for a night in Lakeside Town and Stone Castle.”

“No problem.” Since Jace had already agreed to help Marin with more work and get an extra 4 silver coins per month, something as simple as delivering a letter wouldn’t be a problem.

Marin reminded, “However, you shouldn’t rush too much. It’s best to find the Stormwind City soldiers patrolling and go there together, don’t go alone, because the problem of the jackals there hasn’t been completely solved, and the risk still exists.”

“So, can I rent a horse for free?” Jess asked impatiently.

“Ah, yes.” Marin took a note out of a drawer, wrote something and stamped it with his seal, and said, “Take this to the stable keeper, the man is so fat that you’ll recognize him at once, and he’ll lend you the horse.”

Jace clutched the note in his hand, feeling excited already.

In his excitement, he suddenly thought about the brat.

I wonder if Marin could sense anything strange from him? Like a demonic aura that might be tainted by contact with a demon, the dark energy that exists around a demon after it’s summoned, or something like that?

After helping Marin make the tea, he sat next to him and watched Marin’s movements, trying to see if the cup of tea would be affected by anything being felt by him, but Marin just casually drank the tea and proceeded to read his book, as if nothing had happened.

Is that kid really that good?

Or was it precisely because he wasn’t powerful at all that the energy released was so weak that others couldn’t even feel it?

Either way, since Marin couldn’t perceive it, it should be even more difficult for the average person to perceive anything different.

He had been a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to enter the Sorcerer’s Sanctuary for a while after summoning the brat, but now it seemed that summoning a demon didn’t have as much of an impact as he thought it would.

To think that there were many more warlocks operating in secret in Dalaran than on this side of Stormwind, where an entire city was under the protection of Antonidas’s magical boundaries.

When I got home at noon, Saeuno was still there translating moment by moment.

Jace flipped through the pages, not making much progress, only the beginning of the book, which was probably hundreds of pages long, had been translated.

However, he also understands the pain of translation work, some words in this language simply can not find the corresponding meaning in another language, can only explain as much as possible, this world and no translation app a key all give you finished.

“Human pens are so hard to use!” Sëanor complained.

“A pen would be nice.” Jess said, “Be careful with it, I can’t afford a new one if you break it.”

He looked at his largely deflated wallet and sat helplessly on his bed.

Doing the math, it’s almost a week before I get paid.

Let’s get Grider to treat us to dinner for this one, eat our fill, go to orcish language class, and then hit the road.

The two sat down at an Ironforge-flavored tavern in the Dwarf Quarter, Grid was clearly having a good time of it lately, and Jace looked at his new, dark yellow coat and said, “Is this going to be Copperbeard style?”

Grid grinned and said, “Copperbeard and Ironforge don’t have a monopoly on this understated color, Jace.”

“Right, speaking of clothes.” He took the stick bread handed to him by the wine waiter, tore off a piece and broke it open, stuffed a section of blood sausage inside and threw the whole thing into his mouth, chewing as he said, “I made a dress out of those wolf skins from the Giant Lake Farm, I got a Dwarven tailor to make it, it’s beautiful, made to your height, try it on at my house some day.”

“It’s still hot, there’s no rush.” Jess said, “I can barely fit a shirt in that little shitty house of mine!”

“Right.” Grider said, “How are you thinking about going to Eagle’s Nest Mountain for Winterfest, it’s October now and I want to leave at least a month early in case something goes wrong in the middle. You see, it’s almost time to start making preparations from the middle of November.”

Jace took a bite of a piece of blood sausage as he thought about Grid’s words, and then about the brat he had just summoned, and the horrible fear spell, and the staff ……

He had to take that staff with him when he went out of town, and there was absolutely no way he could leave something so valuable in Stormwind City for a month.

If you go to the Eagle’s Nest Mountain with so many things tainted with darkness, wouldn’t you be asking for trouble?

But it would also feel weird to just turn down Greed.

After all, he also wanted to find a chance to go back to Lordaeron Kingdom to meet his parents during the Winter Curtain Festival, and Cintron and Lordaeron Kingdom were not too far apart, only separated by a piece of the Outlander Mountain Range, so if he went back to Lordaeron and did not make a side trip to Cintron, it would seem as if he deliberately avoided Griddles.

Not to mention, there were griffins, and he wanted to see griffins, real griffins, just by saying yes.

“Sure thing.” He swallowed his blood sausage, took a sip of grape juice and said, “No problem.”

Grider said, “Yours, of course, hesitated for a minute.”

“Has it been that long?” Jace said, “I was just thinking about the road, having to cross the Gulf of Palatine, having to cross the Hillsbrad Hills, you know those orcs ……”

Grid picked his teeth with his table knife and said, “In Hillsblade, Terrenus II has appointed a new lord to Dunhold Castle, a war hero named Edras Blackmore, have you heard about that? That guy is very good at what he does, some say that he goes around the entire Hillsbrad Hills wanting orcs, capturing orc fugitives, locking them up in castles, setting aside a gladiator arena for these orcs and beasts to fight each other, letting the nobles of Lordaeron pay to see it, and then using those funds to continue wanting and capturing orcs. I think the bigger his business gets, the safer Hillsbrad becomes.”

Jace knew this Blackmore, of course; Sal, the Great Chief of the Horde, was a young orc gladiator who had grown up under his hand.

“You know quite a bit about it.”

Grider said, “Of course, I have to think about safety on the way home too, these things have to be mastered somehow, no problem coming with me, Jess, I got it all figured out.”

“In that case, I’m counting on you.” Jace said, “When I get back from Lordanmere’s side, we’ll gather from Southsea Town and head to Cintron, what do you think?”

“Yes, I’ll let you take a trip to Eagle’s Nest Mountain any way you want, and a visit to my house.” Grid took a sip of milk and said, “It doesn’t really matter what the route is.”

Jace glanced at the milk stained on his beard and asked, “You got work today?”

“There is.” Grid wiped his mouth and said, “I’m going to make a trip east tomorrow or the day after, there’s a job over there that’s been delegated to the Warrior’s Guild.”

“East, East Valley, or are you going to Red Ridge Mountain?”

“Red Ridge Mountain.”

“That’s just right.”

Jess put Marlin’s lease note on the table and said, “Why don’t you go today? I’ll take you along and ride.”

Grid picked up the note, glanced at it, and said, “You’re going to Red Ridge, too?”

Jace nodded and said, “I’m going to drop something off at Stoneforge and it just so happens to be on the way together.”

Grid grinned, “Just in time to save some money on the road.”

“Speaking of which, why didn’t you offer to call me when you went to Red Ridge?” Jace asked.

At this, the smile that was still on the dwarf’s face seemed to freeze.

“I don’t even know what the job is over there, in case it’s a messenger job like yours, wouldn’t it be a waste to bring you there?”

Jace shook his index finger, “Does your warrior guild even deliver mail for people? You know full well who to go there to either fight or capture, surely it’s not some boring mail delivery to move stuff or something, so why don’t you call me.”

Grid put down his cup and said helplessly, “…… Then I’ll get right to the point.”

“I had nightmares for days on end when I got back from the Giant Lake farm the other day, Jace. Must have had something to do with your magic, I guess. If I hadn’t recovered so much in the last two days, I feel like I’d have gone crazy already. If we run into any more trouble and you come back with a bigger one I really can’t take it.”

“Didn’t I promise you that I’d try not to use these spells afterward?” Jace said, “And I don’t just use them when I want to, they’re hard to use, I was just fumbling with them before.”

Grid said, “Okay, here’s the deal, let’s agree ahead of time, no more of those spells unless it kills you right away.”

“Fine, as long as you don’t keep making the situation deadly.” Jace said helplessly.

The dwarf waved his hand, “Alright. Then, meet at that old place at the city gates in an hour.”

Jess said, “An hour is too soon, I have a class later, three hours.”

“You still have class? Then I’ll see you in three hours.”