Tirion's Teachings

Tirion Fordring walked over to support his son. He knew the boy was exhausted. Not only had he awakened the power of the Holy Light, but he had also successfully grasped two class abilities. Most importantly, at eight years old, he had conquered his fear. Facing a "Gentleman" far stronger than himself, he had not retreated, but instead responded with composure.

He possessed a maturity and sophistication that no child his age should have. Tirion reflected that because he was often away on campaigns, his son lacked a father's care and had been denied a happy childhood, yet he had learned to face difficulties alone!

Tirion Fordring took out bandages to treat Taelan Fordring's wounds. Taelan asked, "Father, why not use the Holy Light Spell?"

Tirion Fordring said solemnly, "Child, you make me proud! To achieve this much at such a young age! You have just awakened the power of the Holy Light. You do not yet understand it."

"The Holy Light of a Paladin is more overbearing than that of a Priest. While it heals wounds, it also causes pain. That is why we only use the Holy Light Spell to heal in moments of crisis."

"Furthermore, my son, we must not let power dictate our lives! We Paladins crave power to combat evil, not because we desire power for its own sake."

"Remember, my son! It is a strong will that makes you powerful, not the Holy Light itself!"

"The skills you have grasped are truly formidable; you must master them well."

"I understand, Father! Let us see what the 'Gentleman' has left for us."

Tirion Fordring laughed happily as well! It seemed that looting a corpse for spoils was a joy shared by everyone!

The father and son then processed the "Gentleman's" carcass, harvesting a pelt and two massive tusks. Tirion also carved off the best cuts of meat from the boar and stored them in his Magic Backpack, intending to roast them with John at Felstone Farm.

Then, Tirion Fordring asked, "Son, do you remember the Gentleman's eyes?" Taelan replied, "Its eyes were red, Father. You even said it must have killed people."

Tirion Fordring said, "An old comrade in the Order of the Silver Hand is a dog trainer. He told me once when he was drunk that bears or boars that have killed many sentient beings will have their eyes turn red."

"I do not know if it is true, but red-eyed bears and boars are exceptionally prone to Berserking; they attack madly the moment they encounter a person. They are extremely dangerous!"

"Father, let us go look inside the cave." Taelan Fordring seemed to have realized something and said no more.

Tirion nodded and walked into the cave first. Boars were generally filthy creatures with no sense of hygiene. Yet, the Gentleman's den was unexpectedly clean. At the very back lay a pile of dry grass, clearly the Gentleman's bed. On the other side was a pile of miscellaneous items, yet there was not a single bone to be found.

Taelan put on the gloves his mother had prepared for him and began to rummage through the pile of junk.

Ding! Congratulations on completing the quest: Gentleman

Congratulations on reaching level 4. You have gained one skill point; you currently have 2 points remaining.

You have received the quest rewards:

Gentleman's Formal Wear

Quality: Fine

Head

+20 Armor

+5 Stamina

+6 Intellect

Equip: Increases your spell damage by 15.

Heaven knows why the Gentleman liked this thing!

100% chance to obtain magic equipment attribute has granted you an additional:

Gentleman's Powerful Belt

Quality: Fine

Belt

+40 Armor

+6 Stamina

+5 Intellect

Equip: Increases your attack power by 15.

You can carry 8 extra Healing Potions; you deserve it!

Tirion Fordring was startled to see his son pull two pieces of fine-quality magical gear out of the "Gentleman's" trash heap.

In this world, killing extraordinary creatures did offer a chance to obtain some of their treasured magical items, but the probability was pitifully low. Was this a sudden burst of luck?

Tirion Fordring said, "Lucky lad! Though, this hat is truly quite stylish!"

Taelan Fordring knew that as a high-level professional, his father would never use such equipment. He happily equipped the belt; truth be told, even if its stats were a bit strange, it was quite pretty—a blue belt inlaid with a sparkling crystal.

Its appearance proved that the Small Charm's "100% increase in magic equipment acquisition" was effective, which was truly good news!

As for the hat, its stats were excellent, designed to enhance spell damage, and it was cloth armor. However, its design was a red wizard's hat adorned with a bow, making it particularly suitable for a Mage, Priest, or Warlock—though, of course, Warlocks had not yet appeared in the Alliance.

Taelan tossed it into his Magic Backpack and said, "This can only serve as a collector's item!"

Tirion, however, said, "Son, when you meet a girl you like, you can give it to her. Believe me, there are many young female magic apprentices in Dalaran. This hat is very beautiful; many would love it, hahaha!"

Taelan curled his lip; Tirion Fordring was a serious Paladin!

Of course, compared to Terenas and Mograine, Tirion Fordring could be considered an enlightened father.

He picked up a copper collar, clearly left behind by a poor dog, with the letters "J.F." on it. Tirion said, "This might be Fingal, the guard dog from Janice's family. He was quite famous! Well, because he was exceptionally lazy and a glutton. John had to buy another hound named Norma, and as a result, Fingal's temperament changed completely. He started becoming diligent, patrolling the farm alongside Norma, until he went missing. It seems he was eaten by the Gentleman."

"Very well! Let us take this back with us!"

"It seems there's nothing left!" Taelan stood up, preparing to leave, but Tirion walked over to inspect the Gentleman's straw pile, pulling a doll from within. The doll must have been beautiful once. Now, it was missing an arm, yet it remained well-preserved.

"How terrible! Let's go back and inquire about it. We need to see whose it was," Taelan said.

Tirion nodded. "Son, don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. Let's go back and ask properly. On this trip to Lordaeron, I think I should pay a visit to my old friend Uther. If these magistrates had taken their responsibilities seriously, none of this would have happened."

Taelan Fordring said, "Father, once we return to Hearthglen, we should also summon the knights of the Silver Hand and organize a team to properly clear out the nearby forests."

"Very well, son. I will do so!"

In truth, Taelan Fordring harbored a selfish motive. As long as Tirion Fordring was accompanied by attendants, there was a chance the outcome of that duel could be changed.

The two packed away the doll, then quickened their pace toward Felstone Farm.

Just as they reached the farm gate, a sturdy middle-aged man walked out of the house. He gave Tirion a hug, then patted his shoulder firmly. "Tirion, it is so good to see you again!"

"Indeed, John. I left my homeland when the Second War began and only recently returned. We haven't seen each other in years!"

Seeing Taelan, John asked, "I heard a few days ago that Taelan was injured. Is he better now? How did this happen—is he hurt again?"

Tirion Fordring said, "His body has fully recovered, but a stone struck the back of his head. He lost some of his memories and sometimes suffers from headaches all night, unable to sleep. This time, I intend to take him to Dalaran to have an Archmage examine him!"

"As for these minor scrapes, they are the result of a fight he had with the 'Gentleman'!"

The group talked as they walked, soon entering the parlor. Tirion took out the fresh pork and handed it to Janice, saying, "John, this is fresh boar meat! It has been a long time since I tasted the meat of a Lordaeron boar."

Janice asked, "You killed the Gentleman?"

"Yes, Madam. It was my son, young Taelan, who killed that boar with his own hands. It was massive and had even awakened as a magical creature, yet my son still slew it. He is a fine lad."

As he spoke, he produced the Gentleman's two enormous tusks and handed them to John. Tirion was never one to boast, but his son was a different matter.

John touched the tusks. "They are truly huge! And incredibly hard and sharp. Thank you, young Taelan! You have rid Felstone Farm of a great menace!"

"That boar not only frequently ravaged the crops but also injured several farmers."

Taelan Fordring asked, "Uncle John, have there been any missing children recently?"

"How did you know? Little Lena disappeared three months ago. Her grandmother searched for her like a madwoman, but there hasn't been a single clue to this day."

Taelan Fordring took out the doll with the missing arm and handed it to John. He suddenly felt a pang of sadness and said, "We found this in the Gentleman's cave. I think it's best not to tell her grandmother yet. Let's wait until the end to inform her. I have already killed the Gentleman for her sake."

Tirion Fordring was pleased that his son could be so considerate of others. "Well said, I leave it to you!"

John took the doll and asked Madam Janice to put it away for safekeeping. Taelan Fordring said, "The Gentleman was large, and we have plenty of meat. Let's send some to that old grandmother later! Let her have a taste as well." John nodded in agreement. The matter of Lena left everyone in low spirits. After chatting for a while, Madam Janice, with the help of the cook, quickly prepared a sumptuous meal. Naturally, it included roasted boar meat. Everyone ate hastily before retiring to rest.

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