Rowan was also a member of the onlookers, following the bustling crowd to watch the excitement.
The sixteen-year-old body was still too weak after all, and Rowan was quickly squeezed into the corner of the street.
Rowan looked at the bustling Tradewinds Market street, touched his pocket, and took out his money pouch.
After a moment of contemplation, Rowan had an immature idea in his mind.
Opening the money pouch, it was full of glittering gold coins, and Rowan could not help feeling a pang of heartache.
However, in order to see his future wife, as the son-in-law of the sea, he had to have this determination.
"Welfare is being distributed!" Rowan shouted loudly, and then he swung his money pouch, instantly throwing hundreds of gold coins into the air.
Following the crisp sound of gold coins hitting the ground, the onlookers immediately turned around and looked at Rowan with the gazes of fools.
After all, he was Young Master Rowan; scattering gold coins was something only he could pull off.
The crowd near Rowan focused on lowering their heads to find the gold coins, and taking advantage of this gap, Rowan ran toward Jaina's direction.
Jaina, following behind the guards, seemed to notice the commotion in the southern street. She glanced around the crowd and spotted a very familiar youth.
"Is that Rowan?" Jaina muttered.
The maid behind Jaina leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Judging by his attire, it should be Young Master Rowan. But he still seems a bit foolish. Just now, Young Master Rowan seemed to have scattered a lot of gold coins, and everyone is lowering their heads to pick them up now."
Hearing the reply of the maid Betty, Jaina's bright azure eyes dimmed a bit. She shook her head slightly and continued walking forward.
"Jaina!" Rowan ran to the front of the crowd, waving and shouting toward her.
Was he just calling me? When I left Tradewinds Market three years ago, Rowan was also present, but he didn't know who I was back then.
Could it be that he has recovered his sanity?
Thinking of this, Jaina looked at Rowan with excitement, waved happily, and said, "Rowan, I'm so glad you can remember me again."
Ding! Received 1000 surprise value from Jaina.
What the heck? Rowan's attention was drawn by the sound ringing in his mind.
Host has unlocked the Legendary Hero Emotion Value System. You can exchange the emotional points of World of Warcraft heroes for items in the points store. Items include: attribute bonus books, equipment blueprints, class skill points...
Are you my golden finger? System-jun. As a loyal reader of Qidian, Rowan was not very surprised by the existence of the system.
"Yes, Host." The system replied.
Zero Point Eight Degree did not deceive me. With the system, plus the intelligence of a time-traveler like me, reaching the pinnacle of life is just a matter of time.
What Burning Legion, what Void Lords, I'll beat all their heads off.
"Thank you for the gold coins, Young Master Rowan."
"Young Master Rowan really just scatters money."
"Young Master Rowan should go home, Her Highness Jaina has already left."
Hearing someone talking to him, Rowan finally snapped back to reality.
The chilly sea breeze blew over, and two moons rose above the sea surface. Rowan's mouth twitched slightly as he finally realized that he had been standing in the same spot for most of the day.
Damn it, was I treated like a fool again?
Rowan could probably imagine the scene during the day: while Jaina waved and greeted him, he stood in place in a daze, completely ignoring his childhood good friend.
Then Jaina left in disappointment, continuing to think of him as a fool in her heart.
The moonlight was thick, and the nighttime Tradewinds Market was cold and desolate.
At nightfall, Boralus would suspend port transportation. In recent years, the pirates of Freehold had been rampant, and apart from the Kul Tiras fleet setting sail, merchant ships only set sail during the day.
On the way home, Rowan passed the military camp south of the Naval Academy.
At this moment, a sailing ship happened to pull into the port.
"Get out of the way, little one." The bearded soldier shouted at Rowan.
The middle-aged man in soldier's attire had a scimitar strapped to his waist and an anchor-shaped armband on his chest. It was clear that he was the captain of this ship.
Rowan took a few steps back, stood at the corner of the street, and watched the soldiers hurriedly running off the ship.
Every soldier's face carried exhaustion. They carried stretchers in pairs of two and ran toward the military camp.
"Quick! Send all the wounded to the chapel, and have Bishop Joseph summon all priests who haven't set sail," the middle-aged captain shouted.
Rowan smelled the rich bloody stench in the air; he had never smelled such a rich and pungent odor before.
To be honest, Rowan felt a little like retching.
Taking two deep breaths, Rowan calmed the churning in his stomach and refocused his gaze on these soldiers.
The moonlight was bright and clean, and Rowan saw something even more cruel.
Bloody muscles were turned inside out, and snow-white bones were exposed to the outside. The soldier on the stretcher bit tightly onto a piece of burlap, his face pale and his eyes hollow and lifeless.
It was not just this soldier; about dozens of other soldiers were injured even more severely than this one.
Carefully listening to the soldiers' conversations, Rowan learned that this was a fleet that had gone out to sea to crack down on pirates.
They had encountered attacks from the Freehold pirate group in the open sea, and after a bitter battle, the fleet broke out of the encirclement and returned to Boralus.
Before time-traveling to the world of Azeroth, Rowan lived in a peaceful country where rivers were clear and the government was honest, and it was harmonious and stable. He had never experienced war, nor was he in a position to accept such a cruel scene.
Rowan kept hinting to himself in his heart not to be afraid, but his legs still felt like they were poured with lead, unable to move.
It wasn't until the wounded were all sent into the military camp that Rowan recovered.
The middle-aged captain walked down from the warship, glanced at Rowan without a word, and walked straight into the military camp.
Rowan could not imagine what kind of battle the soldiers had experienced in the garrison territories, but the cruel price caused by war was laid bare right in front of Rowan.
The night wind blew his spine cold. With a solemn expression, Rowan began to realize that this was not a game world.
"System, can I run my corpse back?" Rowan asked uncertainly.
The system replied, "Sorry, Host, human life is only once. Please cherish it well, Host."
After hearing the system's reply, Rowan lowered his head and hurried home.
In summer, Lord Adeodatus Norvington would temporarily leave Norwington Estate to live in Boralus for three months.
One reason was for the annual naval fleet inspection event, and the other was for next year's fleet ship orders.
The Norwington family bought a large mansion in the Alliance Square of Boralus, right next to Proudmoore Keep.
Rowan found Alliance Square according to his vague memory, and soon, two maids spotted Rowan.
They looked very nervous, afraid that this mentally disabled young master would get lost.
"Young master, where did you go?" The maid with a few freckles on her oval face asked with concern.
Rowan smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Tradewinds Market."
Watching the young master walk into the mansion, Jenny pulled Alyssa's arm and muttered softly, "I don't know if it's true, but I always feel like the young master's gaze toward me just changed."
Before you continue