Chapter 80

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Chapter 080: What Greed Cares About

In the evening, Greed suggested celebrating their safe return, and since Jesse had inexplicably become a hero of the kingdom, they were invited for dinner at the Pig and Whistle Tavern.

Tonight, there were a lot of people at the Pig and Whistle Tavern, and someone even set up a long table in the middle of the hall for a feast.

At that moment, there was a Gnomish – not a real Gnomish, but a person with Gnomish disease – dancing and singing on the table, while twenty to thirty people below sang, laughed, drank heavily, and ate meat following his rhythm.

The guests around, although crowded, were all celebrating something, and the whole tavern was constantly buzzing with various kinds of noise and commotion.

This time, they ordered Redridge stew, baked golden apples, and fried stone scale salmon, all filled with the flavors of Redridge. They also had Dwarven District specialty light beer as their drink. Greed decided to compromise a little for Jesse and have something with a mild taste.

When ordering food, Jesse was almost shouting, because if he didn’t, the sommelier couldn’t hear what he was saying. After finalizing everything, he even felt a bit breathless and slumped down at the table, like a robot that had suddenly stopped working.

Greed also didn’t know what he was thinking, staying silent the whole time, just watching the Gnomish-like man on the table dancing happily.

The person was dressed in Gnomish clothes, wearing the small hat that Gnomes like to wear, and dancing the Gnomish dance. Apart from not having the large ears and eyes that Gnomes do, he looked almost like a Gnome. Jesse saw Greed silent, and his own thoughts slowly drifted to Westfall.

He was planning what to bring on the trip, the time of departure, possible troubles they might encounter, how to carry the imp, when the imp could come out, and when it absolutely shouldn’t, and so on.

Lost in thought until the baked golden apples were served by the sommelier, Greed suddenly changed his expression.

"What’s going on?" he asked the sommelier.

The female sommelier paused for a moment, then realized the problem when she saw there was nothing on the table. "I’m terribly sorry, there are too many customers now, I apologize for this mistake."

"Quick, deliver this apple pie to where it needs to go!" Greed shouted loudly.

"Yes," the waitress trembled in fear, picked up the apple pie and ran away.

Jesse whispered, "We don’t need to be so formal when we eat, Greed."

"Formal? What does formality have to do with it?" Greed said unhappily. "How can you have room for meat and sausages after eating sweets before a big meal? You should have sweet treats after a hearty meal to enjoy them, lift your spirits, ease the greasiness, and prepare yourself for the next meal anytime!"

Jesse listened to Greed’s confusing words and just stared at him, knowing that Greed was not angry because the sommelier brought the dessert early. "So, what’s going on?"

Greed glanced over, puzzled for a moment before understanding what Jesse was asking, and his displeased expression gradually faded away.

"Well… I couldn’t believe I got knocked over by that Orc with one swing."

At first, Jesse couldn’t keep up with his thoughts suddenly. Then he realized that the guy had been struggling with something from just now until now, and only then did he understand why he was so angry.

"You mean that Shaman."

The dwarf cried out in his mouth, "The Sages on Aerie Peak are all elegant. I have never seen them fight, or even seen them hit someone. They are like a group of kind teachers and elders, very patient with all kinds of troubles. I thought the Orc wise men should be similar."

Jesse said, "Maybe that Orc is a kind of elegant teacher and elder in the tribe?"

Greed laughed out loud, and at that moment a maid brought a plate of fried fish in front of him.

"That Orc must be miserable." He dipped his finger in the fish soup and put it in his mouth, saying, "I still don’t understand, that power… that strength, I can’t comprehend it. Although I haven’t fought directly with Orcs, I have seen dwarf warriors who have fought Orc warriors, dwarfs are not afraid of Orc warriors. Orc warriors are powerful, yes, but not to the extent… because I am the best among those warriors, I was chosen as a Gryphon Rider! Dwarfs should not be much weaker than Orcs, it’s not that they can’t even handle a move."

Jesse skewered a piece of fish with a fork and said, "Orc Shamans are like this, when he rushed over, I saw that he was using wind element to boost his attack, didn’t you feel it?"

"Wind element?" Greed thought for a moment and said, "When he hit my shield, I indeed felt a very strong wind, could it be that wind element can help Shamans strengthen their muscles? Speaking of which, my left arm still feels a bit painful, it’s really damaging to my pride."

Jesse said, "Wind element will definitely enhance their impact, otherwise why would that Orc summon wind element when attacking?"

"It feels a little better now, Jesse, darn magic," Greed licked a bit of fish sauce and put it in his mouth.

"You…stop that," Jesse pointed at his fingers and said, "Just one lick is enough, don’t get your saliva on the fish! Your fork is over there."

The dwarf chuckled, wiped his fingers on his clothes, picked up the fork.

Jesse picked up another piece of fish, saying, "Think about those human warriors, fighting the Orc army in The Black Morass, Stranglethorn, Elwynn, Redridge, Westfall. I believe that Orc Shaman in the Horde is not truly outstanding and powerful, yet they made us look so pathetic. The Alliance must have paid a great price to defeat them." Greed remarked, "Of course I know, not to mention the Amani Trolls, and their…"

At this point, the dwarf hesitated for a moment and said, "Let’s not talk about this, there’s nothing more to say. It’s all in the past. The orcs are dwindling, and I won’t lead you into trouble without knowing what the mission is about."

"You understand it’s trouble." Jesse said, "That Orc Shaman is as strong as an elephant. I tried stabbing him with my sword twice, but his bones got in the way, he’s just not a normal creature!"

"My bad," Greed admitted, "By the way, have you ever seen an Ogre?"

"No," Jesse replied.

Finally, the sommelier brought over a stew with a rich brown sauce, filled with a pile of oily offal and meaty chunks with bones. Steam rising, the chunks of fat quivered as the plate touched the table, incredibly tempting.

"Let’s dig in," Greed said calmly as he pulled out a piece of intestine with his hands and shoved it into his mouth. "Such a unique taste, Jesse. I bet you can’t stand animal intestines, you humans from Stormwind are like that, you have no idea what good food is."

Jesse looked at him, slightly annoyed by his lack of experience, and said, "Let’s talk about Ogres instead."

"The Wildhammer Legion encountered the Horde’s Ogre troops in Arathi," the dwarf licked the oil off his fingers and continued, "Those Ogres, each standing at least 10 feet tall, like a half-human, you know? I know it might be hard for you to imagine, but when you see them in person, it’s truly mind-blowing. Not only are they tall and strong, but when my sword pierces their bellies and I pull it out, there’s no blood, just yellow."

"Dung?"

"Oil!" Greed pointed to the fat on the plate. "It’s this oil. You see, they don’t care about getting pierced. You could stab a troll and it would be like nothing happened to them. Try to chop at their neck, the sword gets stuck as if in flesh, no blood with short weapons, you can’t even imagine how these guys can still use magic."

"Not to mention dragons," Jesse added.

"Not to mention dragons!" Greed nodded vigorously.