There is only one clinic in Lakeshire. It is located on a hillside at the highest point of Lakeshire and is run by a family of pharmacists named Janlos.
Unlike Stormwind, here herbalists take care of treating diseases and also do business in selling medicines and potions. As a large town, there are not many priests here.
Because in Lakeshire, where people of all ethnic groups from the north and south have close contacts, the influence of the Church of the Holy Light is not as strong as in Stormwind. The only small church built by the Church of the Holy Light has become a place where people with all kinds of strange beliefs gather. Except for the Holy Light emblem hanging at the door, it has almost lost its original function.
In the middle of the night, Jess sat outside the pharmacy waiting for the people inside to check Gerred's injuries. He knew nothing about treating injuries and didn't want to go in and cause trouble. Now he actually had the feeling of waiting for the result outside an operating room.
"Mr. Jess Setho, right?" The owner of the pharmacy, a middle-aged man with gray hair, came out and said, "That dwarf gentleman was seriously injured, but there is no danger to his life. It's just that it may take a few days for him to wake up. Fortunately, he is a dwarf. If a human is struck by lightning, it's hard to say."
Although the news is good news, but struck by lightning?
Jess no longer wanted to explain that it was an orc who attacked Gerred. From the guards to the pharmacists in the town, they all thought that he had hallucinations and thought he was attacked by an orc shaman.
According to them, if you encounter an orc, it is absolutely impossible to survive. Even if you survive, an orc can definitely not summon lightning or anything like that.
He should have asked that orc for something as evidence. Maybe he could even get a reward. As a result, now only half of the town misunderstands him. It really makes him unable to tell his bitterness.
"Can he fully recover?"
"Probably. But according to my experience, even a dwarf will need at least two weeks. Tomorrow I will go to the opposite side and ask the priests or paladins in the military camp for help. Maybe he can recover faster and also save some expenses."
"How much does it cost in total?" Jess asked.
"The price of live root grass and a series of recovery drugs needed for electrical injuries is not cheap." The pharmacist said, "Stabilizing his condition has already cost some. Now it's three silver coins. The subsequent price depends on how long he stays here."
Jess sighed and touched his bag. He brought six silver coins. Now there are only four left.
Gerred's bag seemed to have been lost in the battle. When he found Gerred, how could he still think about taking the bag?
It may still be by the lake now, but it's pointless to look for it. Eighty percent of it has been stolen by murlocs.
He handed over three silver coins, then showed the assistant's emblem to the pharmacist and said, "I am from the Wizard's Sanctum, sir. I am here in Redridge Mountains to do things for a mage. My boss is Eden Malin. Take good care of this dwarf. For the subsequent treatment and so on, don't throw him out just because there is no money. After I finish my business and return to Stormwind, I will send you the remaining money you need within at most a week. What do you think?"
"Of course I am willing to trust people from the Wizard's Sanctum. And in any case, I will not throw out patients." The pharmacist said, "But it should be as soon as possible. After all, I also need to purchase medicinal materials. If there is not enough money, those hunters who collect medicinal herbs will not let me buy on credit."
Hunters who collect medicinal herbs. Is it so straightforward here?
If it were an ordinary day, Jess would probably be very willing to ask what the prices are for purchasing medicinal herbs here.
Redridge Mountains seems to be a very suitable place for collecting medicinal herbs. But at this time, Gerred is lying inside, and he has important matters to attend to. He really doesn't have the mood to ask about prices here.
This operation not only didn't get the bounty from the Warrior's Guild, but even cost a lot. It's really a huge loss.
Fortunately, this pharmacist said that he can fully recover. If there are any sequelae, he will really regret it for the rest of his life.
At noon the next day, Jess bought a few carrots in the inn and fed the horse. The horse was so hungry that it almost bit his finger along with the carrot.
Anyway, he was about to run out of money. Don't expect this horse to eat anything good.
Even after resting for half a night and a whole morning, he still felt a dull pain all over his body. But at noon, he felt much better than in the morning.
Jess didn't want to complain anymore. If it weren't for Saeuno's Blood Pact Mark, he might be much worse than Gerred by an unknown number of times.
After visiting Gerred, he felt that his body should be okay, so he continued on his way to Stonewatch Keep. Time waits for no one.
Today is the last day of the agreed three days. But now it seems that he can only return to Stormwind at noon tomorrow at the earliest. It is estimated that he will be absent from work for another morning.
But since this is official business, Malin should be able to understand and deduct less money or not deduct money at all.
After the rain, Redridge Mountains looks extremely clear. The sun shines all over the valley. Behind the continuous forest, the Stonewatch Keep on the high cliff on the other side of the distant lake is clearly visible, as if it could be reached with a stretch.
But at this distance, it still takes one or two hours on horseback to reach.
"Master!"
The sudden appearance of the imp startled him.
"Why did you come out by yourself?"
Saeuno chuckled a few times and said, "Of course it's because there is no third person around. Master, don't you think of this big beast as an intelligent creature?"
The chestnut horse under him seemed a little nervous and restless because of the sudden appearance of the demon. It kept stomping its hooves on the road. Jess comforted it for a long time before finally calming it down.
The imp grabbed the horse's mane and tossed around for a while before finally standing still and asked, "Master, is that dwarf dead?"
"No." Jess replied coldly. Hearing what the imp said and his tone, a ball of anger rushed to his chest.
"What a pity!" The imp sneered.
Jess grabbed his neck and lifted him up hard. The imp coughed violently a few times. Staring at Jess in disbelief, he said with difficulty, "Master... Are you going to send me back to... the Twisting Nether?!"
Despite the fact that his hand was itchy and numb from being burned by the demon's skin, Jess grabbed him in front of his eyes and said angrily, "Do you want him to die? I know now. I know now. If one day I find that Gerred suddenly dies for no reason, you won't be able to live either!"
"Master!" The imp grabbed Jess's hand weakly and said, "Why are you protecting that dwarf? You want to become powerful. You want to live forever. But that dwarf only wants you to become a mediocre and incompetent person! With the swordsmanship he taught you and the self-defense ability he taught you, you definitely won't live long! He is a stumbling block on your path of growth! I thought you knew this!"
"Can you hear everything we say?" Jess asked.
"Have you understood what I said at all, master?" The imp said anxiously, "He hates the powerful demonic power. He hates the unfathomable power from the Void. But it is his problem that he himself hates the power of shadow. My master, he can't control you!"
Jess stuffed the imp into the bag and said, "He doesn't control me. He just worries."
"Worry about what?" The imp poked his head out and asked, "Worry that you will surpass him. Worry that you will become a great wizard and surpass him in every way, making him so ashamed that he has nowhere to hide and making him doubt that he is just a useless waste. "
Jess snorted contemptuously and said, "What a low-level method of sowing discord. Little imp. I want to know what benefits you get from saying these things. Or is it that demons are naturally like this."
"I am just making realistic speculations and it is definitely for your own good one hundred percent." The imp slowly poked his body out of the bag, grabbed Jess's arm and put his face close and said, "I have no other purpose, master. I just want you to become powerful. Become... At least be able to protect yourself first. If that dwarf doesn't interfere with your growth, I definitely won't care about him!"
"Look at what the so-called 'evil power' has brought you. If you didn't know Fear, if you didn't summon me, what would be the result when facing that elemental messenger? Think about it carefully, Jess Setho, my master!"
The imp said anxiously, "Azeroth is a world full of powerful magic. In the entire dark Void, it is as bright as a beautiful gem. Countless demons, countless shadows, countless dead and living beings covet its beauty. In such a world... If you don't find a way to become stronger, you won't be able to survive. Maybe you can live a meager life for a few years. But what about decades, a hundred years, or even a thousand years? One day..."
"Let me give you the most realistic example. This kingdom has experienced a great war, a terrible war between outsiders and local residents. I can feel a powerful magical agitation from the south constantly transmitting its influence here! That is a portal, a portal created by demons. That is the passage for outsiders to reach here! My silly master, just think about it. How did the local races fight against these outsiders and take back their homes that originally belonged to them? It is by strength... At most, there is a little bit of faith. But strength is the foundation of everything."
"I don't really need you to give me lectures, little imp." Jess replied coldly.
"What a pity, respected master." The imp smacked his lips and said sarcastically, "Although I don't want to, I still have to obey your order and stop telling you these truths that I have seen. Although I have to watch you slide little by little into the bottomless abyss that you think is bright and upward, and finally reach a poisonous pool named remorse and powerlessness, with your soul drowned in wailing for decades. But I still..."
"Shut up."
The imp coughed twice and retreated back into the bag.
Jess tied up the bag and shook the rope.
"You even started reciting poems."
The horse trotted briskly towards the main road. The sun was about to set, and the walls of Stonewatch Keep were already in sight.
Jess took out the letter from his bag and confirmed the name of the recipient - Martin Hallor, an apprentice mage of the Wizard's Sanctum.