Chapter 154: Botanist

As soon as Jess raised this question, Gerred's constantly chewing mouth suddenly stopped.

"Yes." Kefal said. "And there are many. Once poisoned in the forest controlled by the Amani, how could it be possible to be rescued so timely every time? Those sequelae have a very serious impact on combat ability, affecting vision and even causing blindness, affecting the ability to control limbs by consciousness. In short, if not treated, it is almost impossible to continue to serve as a Farstrider."

"Is there a treatment method?" Jess asked. Gerred also looked up and stared at Kefal.

Kefal said, "During the period of the Kaldorei Empire, our ancestors fought against the trolls. At that time, the troll empire had already cultivated evil bats and giant snakes with that extremely poisonous venom. At that time, druids who received the teachings of nature could guide the power of nature and life, heal these seemingly incurable permanent damages and restore the body to its original state."

"Druids?" Jess asked. "Are there druids in Quel'Thalas too?"

"No." Kefal said quite firmly.

"Doesn't that mean there is no treatment method?" Gerred said impatiently.

"Why are you so anxious?" Kefal asked.

When he saw Gerred, he obviously took a closer look.

Looking at his eye patch and then at his hand, Kefal asked, "Jess Sesoth, is it you he is talking about? Is your one-eyed caused by bat poison?"

"Otherwise?" Gerred said. "Could it be that your elf's pointed ears poked me blind?"

"Don't keep obsessing over pointed ears, dwarf." Kefal said impatiently. "We never thought there was anything wrong with the shape of ears. What kind of aggression can such insults have? Just like if I said you have a big beard, would you feel insulted?"

These words made Gerred extremely angry. Finally, he said, "I just want to call it that. So what?"

"Whatever." Kefal said. "So do you want to cure your disability?"

"You have no way." Gerred said.

"But didn't you say there are no druids to help?" Jess asked.

"There are no druids." Kefal replied. "But the arcane mages of the quel'dorei can imitate druid magic and manipulate the power of life. Since we have mastered arcane magic, then we can just ask arcane magic to solve all problems. Do you know why Eversong Forest and the Eastern Weald are separated by only a hilly area but seem like completely two worlds? It's not just the credit of the Sunwell. Our arcane mages and botanists have much stronger ability to transform nature than those old-fashioned people. Curing your problem is much simpler than resurrecting a dead tree, Mr. Dwarf."

"If we had no way to treat this kind of sequela, then probably one-third of the senior rangers in the Farstriders would be disabled with little combat ability. After all, we are not dwarves. Injured like this and still able to smash a baby dragon to death."

Yes, botanists. Why didn't Jess think of it? Those blood elf botanists living in the Stormspire in Outland know many nature spells and are really almost like druids.

If Kefal hadn't mentioned it, he really couldn't have thought of it for a while.

Hearing what the other party said, Gerred suddenly became excited. Naturally, he didn't want to be so excited because of the news brought by this elf, but the expression on his face still couldn't be suppressed.

He looked at Jess, as if expressing meanings like "This must be true!" and "The elves really have a way!" But he only saw Jess still staring at Kefal without any particularly excited expression.

"To meet a botanist, I'm afraid we have to enter Silvermoon City?" Jess asked.

"Yes." Kefal glanced at the dwarf and then looked at Jess and said, "This is the biggest problem. Although these scholars are very keen on researching plants outside of Quel'Thalas, they have no interest in stepping out of the border of the kingdom. It is by no means an easy thing to make them leave the protection of Banthenorell and go deep into the wilderness outside."

"I can go in there. I don't care about being stained with the stink of elves!" Gerred immediately said.

Kefal looked at him with a smile and said, "Nice try."

"Why is everything so difficult." Gerred said dejectedly.

"There must be some eccentric scholars, right?" Jess asked. "I mean compared to other scholars who are unwilling to travel far."

"There should be." Kefal said. "But the botanists in Silvermoon City are nobles among nobles. Even I don't have much chance to know them. And other Farstriders are also difficult to come into contact with them if they are not injured. For example, the friend who asked me to go to Duskwood to collect herbs is a servant of a botanist. You see, I am still working for their servants."

Jess was a bit helpless. Not to mention how difficult it is to meet an elf noble who is as hard to reach as a Farstrider instructor. Even if we finally find a way to contact them, most of these elves living deep in Silvermoon City are traditional, conservative and extremely xenophobic. How can we get them to contact a dwarf and even help treat a disability?

But except for the way through the elves, other methods seem to be impossible. If there were other ways, Gerred would probably have known already.

Except for the elves, the Wildhammer dwarves have the most conflicts with the trolls. And the dwarves have always relied on tough resistance against poison. If they don't have a good way either, others need not mention it.

"That's it for now, you two." Kefal got up and straightened his coat and said, "We should set off. I will go and settle the bill. You two can enjoy it slowly. See you later."

"Thank you, Mr. Kefal." Jess said.

"I didn't do much."

Kefal bowed slightly and quickly walked out of the tavern, leaving only the two of them staring at each other.

"Cruel guy." Gerred muttered. "Giving people hope and then snuffing it out by himself."

Jess took a piece of the kind of biscuit that the elf had been eating and tasted it. It had a faint sweet taste like an artificial sweetener, and a little faint fruity fragrance. "Take it slow, Gerred. Don't be in a hurry."

He handed a piece to the dwarf and said, "This thing is quite delicious."

"How can I not be in a hurry." The dwarf took it and chewed it. He sighed deeply and said, "We have to return to Stormwind City before January. That is only one month."

Jess said, "One month... Even if Quel'Thalas is completely open to us, it will take a very long time to get there. I don't think there is any hope this time."

Gerred took another piece and said, "You are right. There is really no hope. Let's talk about something else."

"Just right. I have a good topic here." Jess licked his lips and organized his language a little. He said, "If there is a very precious treasure in a wealthy family. He has never told anyone and does not allow others to know because this treasure involves the lives and future of their whole family. At this time, a very powerful thief plans to go in and steal this treasure for himself. As an outsider who knows the thief's plan in advance, how can we remind the wealthy person about this?"