It took another two days to return to Stormwind by carriage. When getting off at the freight trade post on the edge of the small square in the trade district, Jess looked at the people coming and going on the street and had a feeling of finally returning to the civilized world.
The fatigue from the long journey and the healed and unhealed wounds all over his body made neither of them want to immediately set out to sell the collected items.
They agreed to rest for the morning first. In the afternoon, they would meet at the entrance of the Gilded Rose Inn. Then they would go home separately. Gerred would take the sack with weapons, and Jess would take the herbs and the warlock's small leather bag.
Returning to that small rented room, Jess, who had stayed in an inn for five or six days, was even a bit unaccustomed to his small room.
His small room was probably only about four or five square meters in size. It might be only a little larger than the toilet in his previous life's home. The roof was also pressed down by a slanting eave, taking up a large space. The bed was also very small. At night, with his height of just under 1.8 meters, when he stretched his legs, they would almost extend beyond the edge of the bed.
However, in an era similar to the Middle Ages or the Renaissance, for an ordinary worker in the city to live in such a separate place was far beyond Jess's imagination.
He had originally expected that when he came to Stormwind, he might have to sleep in a large bunk bed with a dozen people for several years. In fact, only in the most difficult period at the beginning when he lived in a tent at the city gate was it like that. After a simple cleaning and planning in the old city district, many foreign laborers could live there. After the new city district was basically rebuilt, the living environment became much more relaxed.
In the end, he even had the opportunity to rent such a small room.
So before, he had no dissatisfaction or complaints about the smallness of this place.
Soon, he would be able to live in the mage district, the most beautiful and also the most expensive area except for the garden area where the nobles live. Next to it was Stormwind University, which Jess had never seen at all in the game. The environment was really impeccable.
Thinking of this, he began to look forward to his future life... Oh, right, he still had to go see Eden Marin!
He didn't know if the boss had returned from Redridge Mountains. When Jess and Gerred were resting in Goldshire, they heard that the roads from Elwynn Forest to Redridge Mountains had been harassed by gnolls recently. Would the teacher still be blocked there?
He went to the canal and carefully scrubbed his body. Before, by the pond near Goldshire, because he was a bit afraid of being ambushed by kobolds or something else, he and Gerred washed in a hurry. They just rinsed casually to remove the stench brought by not taking a bath and crawling around for several days. Now he finally had time to clean himself up carefully.
The bridge over the canal hadn't been repaired yet. On the temporary wooden bridge, a group of passing young girls covered their mouths and giggled as they watched several boys bathing naked on this side.
Jess had gotten used to this kind of attention. Of course, he was not at all conspicuous among these young people who were eagerly showing off their muscles.
He was thinking about the warlock bag. When he went to the mage district later, should he give the scroll to Marin?
What if Marin asked where he got the scroll from? What should he do? Should he tell everything? But who would believe it?
What if the things written on the scroll are too evil and he gets himself involved?
He must learn Orcish language and then figure out the content of the scroll.
There should be reference books related to Orcish language in the library. After all, after the war, the study of orcs has been put on the table. Orc research is not black magic.
Especially the attitude of the previous leader of the Alliance, King Terenas II of Lordaeron, is already widely known. He believes that orcs should be regarded as intelligent beings rather than invading beasts, and their culture and customs should be studied to deal with future crises.
As the knowledge pioneer of the human kingdom, Dalaran has not publicly expressed opposition to the opinion of Terenas II. In Jess's view, Archmage Antonidas, the main brain of the Kirin Tor, is also a supporter of this attitude. The Dalaran led by him must have already started researching orcs.
The Wizard's Sanctum learns from Dalaran in many aspects. If the mages here are aware of Dalaran's recent trends, they should not be left behind in this regard.
As for those two books, they must definitely not be handed over. If what is recorded on them is really demonic language or even dark magic, not only may they be confiscated, but he himself will also get into trouble.
After taking a bath and changing into new clothes, Jess hurried to the mage district.
The door of Eden Marin's room was ajar. Maybe Amy had already come. Now it was already around 11 am. She might have gone to class.
After leaving the work aside for several days, many places in the room were covered with dust again. Even in such a clean place as the mage district, it couldn't escape the curse of dust.
Jess skillfully rolled up his sleeves, arranged the tools, and began to wipe the table. Before he had cleaned for long, suddenly someone pushed open the door.
Looking back, he saw Archmage Marin standing at the door with a sweet cake in his mouth.
"Ah... Master Marin, you're back."
"There was a delay. Why are you so late today?"
Marin said as he walked to the back of the table and sat down. He put a cup of hot tea on the side of the table, took a small piece of sugar from the small bag in the drawer and threw it in. He opened a book to a certain page and pressed it down with a ruler, and stirred the tea with his other hand.
Jess asked in a daze, "Didn't Ms. Amy Marin say? I've been out these two days."
"Ah! So you just came back today? That's really a coincidence." Marin sat down and said, "I also returned to Stormwind last night. The situation in Redridge Mountains is not optimistic. The gnoll tribes are not only causing trouble in Elwynn Forest. Of course, I'm not surprised at all. After all, Redridge Mountains is their hometown. It is said that dwarves have found traces of gnoll activities around Loch Modan and Menethil Harbor. I guess after the Orc War, dwarves and humans were severely hit by the war and couldn't immediately regain our past homeland. This gave the gnolls a chance to make a comeback."
Jess asked, "Will the kingdom send troops to wipe out these gnolls? The gnoll tribes in Redridge Mountains seem to have caused a lot of problems for the trade routes between the three towns."
Marin replied, "The garrison in Redridge Mountains is already planning to deal with those monsters. But I don't know what the kingdom's view on the new situation of gnolls in Elwynn Forest is. Perhaps the method of recruiting mercenaries for bounties will continue for a while. After all, the threat here is far less obvious than that in Redridge Mountains."
"What about orcs?" Jess asked while wiping the bookshelf. "Didn't the orcs in Redridge Mountains have conflicts with gnolls?"
"Ah, orcs." Marin picked up the cup and blew on it. He said, "Guess what the Blackrock orcs are doing now?"
What are the Blackrock orcs doing now? After coming to Stormwind, Jess had never seriously thought about this question.