Chapter 86： Fabron Farm

Jesse remembers this Fabron. In the game, he and his wife have left the farm and are looking for someone near Westfall Station to help them find his pocket watch with the old horse named Blanchy.

Now he looks quite young.

Riodel Fabron looked Jesse up and down and asked, "If you're not here to buy pumpkins, then what are you doing here?"

"I want to know if there is a fishing village to the north?" Jesse asked.

"Yes." Fabron said, "But during the orc war, many fishermen fled to Stormwind. I don't know what happened later. I haven't been there for a long time either. Even if some people come back, there should be very few left. Look how depressed our side is. It won't be any better further north."

Jesse looked to the north. From here, he couldn't see the sea or any fishing village. A high slope blocked all his view. Here, he could only see a few scattered crooked trees at the top of the yellow-green field.

"Sir, I want to buy some food. Bread, soup, anything is fine. I plan to go to the seaside this afternoon."

Fabron said, "Sure. Come inside with me and let my wife make you some food. Just give us a few copper coins so we don't lose money."

"Thank you so much." Saying that, Jesse followed the farmer and walked towards the farm.

The farm is very large, and the residential building is also quite large, but it is very old. After experiencing the war, orcs may have lived here. There are damages and scars everywhere.

Now there are only two people in the Fabron family here, him and his wife. Probably they don't have the energy to redecorate such a large house. It seems that they are just making do with living like this.

Fabron wiped the table and said, "Now only during the Harvest Festival, people come here occasionally. Otherwise, throughout the year, there is no movement at all. My wife keeps talking about whether to go to Stormwind. I think she doesn't take this place seriously at all."

"Fabron!" A woman's impatient voice came from another room. "What if the orcs come again? Last time when others said the orcs were coming, you didn't believe it. As a result, I had to hide in a cave with you! I don't know how much suffering we have endured! Everyone else believed it, but you didn't. You are the bravest one, and you are the one who has the worst luck!"

"Worst luck? Are you dead?" Fabron yelled, "Where are those who were shouting? Probably feeding the fish in Baradin Bay. At least you can still stand here and scold your husband who has saved you many times!"

The woman was silent for a while. Jesse said, "Speaking of which, it's probably very difficult for the orcs to come again."

"Why?" Fabron asked.

"Do you know about the expeditionary force?" Jesse said, "Several alliance generals led some veterans to the Dark Portal. They plan to enter the orc world and solve the crisis once and for all."

"Cross the Dark Portal?" Fabron slapped the table and said, "Finally some good news! Funa, did you hear that?"

"I don't know." The woman in another room said, "I only know that even if the orcs are extinct, no one here cares about us at all."

Fabron hesitated for a while and said helplessly, "The expeditionary force will definitely draw on the most elite soldiers. There will be even fewer defenders stationed here. May the Holy Light bless us. I hope things will get better and better in the future."

"I hope so." Jesse asked, "What's the matter with the cave that Mrs. Fabron mentioned just now?"

Riodel Fabron sighed and said, "After the news of the orcs entering Elwynn Forest spread, everyone here ran away. The refugees said that the orcs are green-skinned monsters seven or eight feet tall with sharp teeth who eat people when they see them."

"But before, they also said the same about the people of Kul Tiras. They said that the Kul Tiras pirates are all blue-skinned with gills and fins on their bodies. What happened in the end? When Proudmoore of Kul Tiras came to Stormwind, everyone saw that he looks no different from us. It's just that he is really a bit taller."

At this time, his expression gradually changed from teasing to helplessness.

"Alas, who knew that what they said this time was true? Two heads taller than me, with sharp teeth and green skin. Monsters that can't even be imagined in nightmares. By the way, are you from Lordaeron?"

"Yes, I come from the north." Jesse said. "Then you are really lucky." Fabron said, "During the time when the orcs occupied here, my wife and I hid in several abandoned mines nearby. When this mine was discovered, we ran to another one with a few people. We lived like this for almost two years until Lothar's soldiers rescued us. But many people died on the way of escaping. Forget it, this is all in the past. I haven't asked your name yet."

Jesse looked at the woman who walked in and said, "My name is Jesse."

That woman had light brown hair and looked no more than twenty years old. This is Fabron's wife, Funa. That is to say, when she was hiding with Fabron, she might be only a teenager.

"It's good to see people, Jesse, especially young people like you. These days it's already very good." Fabron said, "It's better in the south. There are too many rumors about gnolls in our north. It scares those people so much that they don't dare to come here. Several farms in the west have been abandoned. As a result, now there are fewer people and the wolves have come back."

"Are there many wolves nearby?" Jesse asked.

"They don't dare to come into the farm. If they dare to come, let's see if their skulls are hard or my solid bullets are hard."

"You're just bragging." The woman muttered and put a plate of stew and a large bowl of broth on the table. The loud clang was obviously emotional.

Looking at the soup, Fabron said, "Ignore her. There is nothing particularly sumptuous here either. This soup is made with meat. If you don't think it tastes good, I won't charge you."

Jesse smelled it and took his bowl and took a sip.

For someone like him who has eaten stew in Redridge Mountains, the taste of this soup is of course a bit bland. However, because he was so hungry that it was uncomfortable, he didn't think it was unpalatable at all.

"The soup is quite good. By the way, sir, is there Mageroyal here? I heard that this is a place where Mageroyal grows. A kind of herbal medicine." Jesse asked.

Fabron said, "I don't know much about herbal medicine. Can you describe what it looks like?"

"Purple." Jesse took out the pictures and text descriptions he drew by referring to the library from his bag and said, "Bright pink large flowers, very long stems..."

Fabron took the picture in his hand and looked at it carefully and said, "Four-petaled flowers. Bright pink four-petaled flowers with long stamens in the middle. I remember."

"Wife."

"What's wrong again?"

Funa responded from upstairs.

"Bring down your pot of flowers. The one with four petals."

After a while, Funa Fabron came down with a potted plant. This pot of grass looked very ordinary. There were just some thick stems and green leaves sticking up high. There were no four-petaled flowers as Fabron said that were the same as in the picture.

"This is it." Fabron pointed and said, "Around April or May, the flowers blooming on this pot are exactly the same as in your picture."

"Really?"

Jesse didn't expect that he would get such crucial information at the farmer's house. When he was copying the materials for mana potions, he forgot to flip through books like plant and herbal medicine encyclopedias by the way. He almost forgot the concept that flowers also have flowering periods.

No wonder he didn't find any traces of Mageroyal along the way. Maybe he has already missed one.

"Where did you get this pot of flowers?" Fabron asked his wife.

Funa said, "Last time when I took the children of the Sardins' family to play in those uninhabited farms in the west, I saw it."

"It seems so." Jesse said, "The information I got is also that there are quite a lot of Mageroyal growing on the slopes near the western mines. But... Aren't the mines occupied by gnolls?"

"Mostly related rumors." Fabron shook his head and said, "Many people also said that our farm has been occupied by gnolls. They said that the dilapidated village in the east has also been occupied by gnolls, and the mines have also been occupied by gnolls. Those who spread rumors should really be beheaded. As a result, many people don't dare to come to my place to buy pumpkins. I have to transport them to Sentinel Hill or Westfall Station by myself. Originally good tender pumpkins have become old pumpkins, and old pumpkins have become rotten pumpkins!"

"Westfall Station has also been harassed by gnolls." Jesse said.

Fabron said, "I don't know which damn guy spread the rumor again?"

Jesse said, "I was attacked there myself and almost lost my life. Now Stormwind is looking for people to put a bounty on the leader of that group of gnolls."

Hearing this, Fabron was stunned for a moment.

"Anyway, may the Holy Light bless you to find what you want smoothly, young man." He picked up the broth.

"Thank you. May the Holy Light also bless the farm everything goes well." Jesse also picked up the broth. The two of them drank it all in one gulp like toasting.

Fabron wiped the oil on his mouth and said, "I don't know what you are going to the coast for. But if you plan to go, I suggest you go at night."

"Why?" Jesse asked.

"You should know that many murlocs have come from the west, right?" Fabron said, "Those murlocs don't see very well at night. Although their eyes are so big... In fact, their eyesight at night is much worse than during the day. If you go during the day, they may see you from a long distance. Believe me, Jesse. Once you are discovered by those murlocs, they will chase you for at least half an hour."

These words made Jesse feel a bit creepy.

In the game, being chased for half a minute almost made him sick. What's the situation of being chased for half an hour? Are they all marathon champions?

"Can I stay there during the day if there is no one in that fishing village?" Jesse asked.

"Sure." Fabron said, "Even if there are still people, they should not refuse you. The few families living there should be quite old and have good tempers."

Jesse asked again, "Won't there be murlocs occupying the empty houses there?" Fabron shook his head and said, "Murlocs generally don't enter people's houses. Even abandoned houses are the same. They deliberately keep a distance from all other races. However, be careful in everything."