Chapter 160

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Chapter 160: Old Craftsman District

Walking into the city, Dad talked about what happened in the past two years along the way, from the Orc scattered troops in Silverpine and Tirisfal Forests, to the Tribe Great Chief escaping from the underground city.

Now Jesse was sure that it was indeed Orgrim Doomhammer who escaped.

However, he didn’t really care at the moment.

Father talked about how his mother ran to the chapel every day, asking about the situation from anyone coming back from Stormwind, worrying if there were Orcs coming back again… Heard there were Gnolls in Redridge, immediately worried and went to cry to the priest.

Dad mocked the soldiers guarding the prison on one hand, and laughed at Mom for being timid, but his hand held Jesse tightly and wouldn’t let go.

At first, Jesse felt a bit embarrassed, but as he listened more, he didn’t want to let go.

The Old Craftsman District was one of the earliest districts in the royal city, also the most rundown area, full of mud everywhere, rain or shine, it was always like this, as if the water from under the city walls had soaked it.

Seso led his son, walking close to the wall to avoid the bustling carriages. Jesse followed behind him, looking towards the city center across the street.

In their view, stood familiar tall buildings made of brown bricks, with blue and white domes, columns, and spires.

Guards and servants paced between the windows, occasionally glancing down. Jesse remembered how he used to stare back at them from the window when he was young.

The people were curious if this child might be a little slow, while Jesse was trying to see if he had any special mind powers.

"Hey! Henny! Come out and see who’s back."

Jesse held onto his sweaty hands, and watched as the door of an old house in front of him swung open with a thud, revealing a thin woman peeking outside.

That was his mother, Henny Seso, a daughter of a small farm owner near Brill.

Since she was young, Henny knew she had her brothers on the farm, but she had no connection to it.

Her father didn’t like her, and her stepmother only cared for her appearance, hoping she’d marry into a noble family in the royal city or at least a wealthy family like the Agamands.

Since she was young, she rebelled against her parents and eventually ran away from home to marry a guard from the royal city, who was the tall and strong man in front of her, Vickers Seso.

Whenever she recalled her childhood experiences, it was hard to imagine that she would become so prone to crying after a decade.

In fact, she was only in her thirties now.

She ran over, lifting her skirt, and embraced Jesse, who struggled to reciprocate. Henny, as Jesse remembered, was a small-looking but surprisingly strong woman.

Standing in the mud, she hugged for a while without saying a word, until her father softly said, "Okay, okay, it’s so cold outside, Henny, let Jesse come in quickly."

"Don’t say anything!" Mother said irritably, then lowered her voice suddenly, "You haven’t written a letter in months, Jesse Seso."

"Paper is too expensive, Mom," Jesse said helplessly, "If I have spare time, I can’t even afford the rent."

"Just send a message through someone."

Henny grabbed her son’s hand, wiped her tears, and walked back.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

When Jesse was in Dalaran, he was thinking about going back home to tell his parents proudly about how he bravely fought in Southshore, defeated a scary baby dragon with a Dwarf Wildhammer, and a group of brave Lordaeron warriors.

But when he saw his mother’s worried expression, he couldn’t utter a single word of his epic story.

"The lamp on the ship fell and caught fire, burning my arm," Jesse said.

"That’s so unlucky," Henny said. "Let me take a look when we get home, I’ll treat the burn."

"The priest in Southshore already treated it for me, Mom," Jesse quickly replied. His mother gave him a glance and reluctantly nodded.

Stepping inside the house, Jesse smelled the familiar scent of sausage and felt as if he had never left.

Stormwind, Elwynn Forest, Wizard’s Sanctum, Redridge, elves, dwarves, everything felt like a dream, as if the door slamming shut and the cold wind outside had sealed it away.

His mother placed a plate of salted buttered bread on the table, along with a plate of sausages.

Jesse looked at the table, his stomach growling loudly.

When he was a child, he always thought the homemade dried meat made by his mother had a faint smell of socks, although it tasted good, the drying process made the house unpleasant to stay in.

But now he understands what home smells like.

"You’re wearing mage clothes," his mother pointed at the bandage on his chest and asked, "Did you learn magic in Stormwind?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to make money there as a mage, but I didn’t earn much money, so they asked me to learn magic instead."

"I always thought when you were young that you definitely had a talent for magic," his mother said, sitting across the table. "I have seen those children who can do magic, Jesse, you were quiet at that time, more sensible than other children, not making noise or crying, just like those children who naturally know how to summon magic power, but you haven’t found the trick yet."

"I don’t really have any talent," Jesse said, "they just thought I was working hard and were willing to teach me a few tricks."

The reason he didn’t cry was that he had already regained memories of his past life twenty years ago, suddenly realizing that he had crossed back to an ancient world and was still in a daze, so he had no expression at all.

Especially in the first few years when he realized he had no cheat codes, wherever he went, he hit a wall, and even felt like lying down and giving up.

Jesse now feels like he’s not as old mentally as he thought, and he sees a glimmer of hope for growth, sparking a renewed passion to keep striving.

"You said the mages taught you magic, show a few tricks to your old man," father leaned against the door frame and said.

Jesse could only summon his limited arcane magic – the Light Spell, which had some visual effects.

He cast a spell, creating an Arcane light sphere from his fingertips, shining brighter than the lights in the room, casting a white glow on the walls.

Mother clapped happily, but Jesse felt a bit shy. He couldn’t focus completely while casting this time, with his parents watching.

If he had displayed this light sphere at the Wizard’s Sanctum, Malin would surely have mocked him.

The powerful magic he knew couldn’t be used at home. Each one of them would cause trouble. Father served three bowls of soup, and the family finally sat down to eat. Jesse talked about some trivial things he had experienced in Stormwind, keeping the truly dangerous events to himself.

If his parents knew about his fights with Gnolls at Stonewatch Keep, facing off against wolves in Elwynn Forest, and exchanging blows with an Orc Shaman at Lake Everstill, they would never let him leave the city walls again.

He couldn’t stay because his ultimate goal was not just to leave by himself but to help his parents leave too.