Chapter 166

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Chapter 166: The Benefits of Alcohol

When Greed said that, Jesse started to feel regretful.

It was just a casual conversation earlier, but since it touched on something related to Jesse’s parents, he felt like Greed should also share some related topics. So, he asked casually.

Maybe because of the effect of alcohol, or perhaps he wasn’t really focused on the conversation itself, he should have thought about this possibility.

After taking a sip of wine, Greed said, "My father died from a fall, probably one night he went out and couldn’t see clearly and fell off. My mother was a warrior, when I was very young she was captured by a troll and her whereabouts are unknown, but I believe she wouldn’t have wanted to live in Stranglethorn to this day. Honestly, now my memory of her is getting a bit fuzzy, her face… I just can’t remember, maybe it’s the effect of bat venom. As for my father’s appearance, I’m also starting to forget, maybe it’s from drinking too much? He actually had quite a distinctive look."

"I’m sorry," Jesse said.

"No need to apologize, little brother," the dwarf said. "My father said he was a hunter all his life, only rode a gryphon a few times, so he envied the warriors who could ride gryphons and fight trolls. He said as long as I became a Gryphon Rider, he would die without regrets. And I did become a member of the knights, he was so happy and boasted everywhere, drinking a lot of wine every night. But one morning an ugly woman with hair like a gryphon’s nest knocked on my door and told me he was below the cliff, asked me to go see. I thought he had gotten drunk again and got into a fight, so I went, only to see him in that state, his face all messed up by branches and such." As Greed was speaking, his eyes were fixed on the cup in Jesse’s hand, murmuring mechanically.

"At that time, I didn’t feel so sad because I knew he had no regrets left. His body was getting old, full of various illnesses, talking about past stories of Grim Batol every day. If he had lived on, he would have suffered increasingly, eventually dying without any dignity. To die on the mountain like that, maybe after drinking a lot of wine, is not painful, it’s a kind of luck, that’s how I truly feel. Together with Gavita, the gryphon I took care of back then, we carried his body back to Khaz Modan, to the Sacred Mountain for a final farewell. I believe he left with a smile, nothing wrong with that."

Jesse stared at him for a while and said, "It sounds like your gryphon Gavita flew both you and your father there, instead of you and her…"

Greed’s eyes shifted back to his face, stared blankly for a moment, then burst into laughter suddenly, laughing for a while before finally recovering and coughing several times, narrowly avoiding choking himself with his own saliva.

"That’s exactly how it happened! If the atmosphere wasn’t a bit off at that time, the big girl would have definitely bitten me hard. After the event, she was so tired that she slept for three to four days straight!"

Jesse also started laughing, and Greed couldn’t help but start telling how he and Gavita met, how they developed their relationship, and how they trained and fought together.

Finally, news of the Dark Portal came, Gavita, along with other selected fierce gryphons, and a team of elite Gryphon Riders rushed to Ironforge to support the war in Khaz Modan. After that, the two of them never met again. Talking about this, Greed seemed to be running out of breath.

Jesse could almost imagine what happened next.

One Gryphon Rider, facing a powerful coalition of Orcs and Amani Trolls like never before, could have gone to battle with their trusted partner of many years, but right before the battle, they were suddenly paired with a completely unfamiliar teammate.

What a mess this was!

Maybe the Dwarf Wildhammer at that time didn’t think that the war would one day reach the Hinterlands.

"I appreciate you willing to listen to these useless words, Jesse," sighed Greed and said, "I wonder if he would scold me for being useless if he saw me now."

"Your dad?"

"Of course, or else it’s Gavita? Would I care about the opinion of that crazy woman who can fly?!"

"Oh, the crazy woman?"

Jesse felt a bit confused, he scratched his face which was itching because of alcohol, and said, "If you think your father thinks you’re still useless, is it because he feels you are useless to the whole clan, or because he thinks you can’t take care of yourself, so you’re useless?"

Greed held the cup and stared at Jesse for a while, his lips tried to open several times, but eventually closed.

He still didn’t answer the question in the end, maybe because his mind was a mess.

The dwarf took another big gulp of alcohol before saying, "Damn it, thinking of a way to go to Quel’Thalas."

Hearing this topic, Jesse suddenly perked up a bit.

He tried to organize his words and said, "Maybe we can first look around the outskirts, going to Quel’Thalas needs careful consideration. When we go to Aerie Peak, we can visit the elves’ living quarters in Hinterlands, maybe their botanist is doing some research there, of course, don’t get your hopes up too much."

"I didn’t have any hopes to begin with." Greed said, "Although I don’t have high expectations for the elves’ cabin attitude towards us, you’re right, we can go see."

"In that case," said Jesse, "our schedule has become tighter. Even though we expected some surprises on this journey, we never thought it would turn into such a mess."

"Anyway, we are already in Dalaran," Greed took a sip of wine, the sour taste making him blink several times.

"Besides, you also visited your parents, so I don’t see any difference from our original plan."

"No difference at all," Jesse said. "Except someone managed to slay an extra dragon in Southshore."

"You’re the one who did it, don’t try to blame me. It’s none of my business," the dwarf pointed at Jesse’s nose, correcting him.

Jesse swatted away his finger, saying, "That’s nonsense. Both me and the soldiers saw it, you were the one who killed it."

"I don’t care, it was you who did it."

"Killed it!"

"Did it…"

"Bang…"

"Slap…"

…Perhaps the lemon liquor was too strong. They couldn’t talk about anything understandable, just kept talking nonsense.

When they parted ways, the light rain outside splashing on Jesse’s face helped clear his mind a little.

"Greed!" he shouted towards the dwarf’s back, "Where do you live?"

"Hornbeam Alley!" the dwarf yelled at the top of his lungs, "Remember to come play with me after the Orc gathering!"

Jesse murmured quietly as he watched the dwarf walk away, "So where is Hornbeam Alley…"