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The pharmacist North did not miss sleep. He did not realize a problem until after his death: he had to lie in bed for a full third of his time every day. This ratio was so amazing. Now he has become the dead, the Forsaken Forsaken with free power, and he can make full use of this part of his time to do anything. He can choose to read books, go somewhere, and chat with others. Even if he is not good, he can lie on a cold stone bed and waste these hours. However, most of the time, North would focus all his attention on work. His work day after day, almost in a complete process. If he was still alive, he would probably have been tired of such a life. But he would not die, because it is better to do something than to do nothing.

"The materials you want are ready, great pharmacist." The speaker was his assistant, Visettes, a very lucky forgotten person. When he woke up, his consciousness and body were intact. In addition to this, the reason why North chose him as his assistant was also because Visettes was a servant with quick hands and feet before his death. When he was resurrected, his consciousness also followed his life habits - specifically for others. This was also what he was most proficient in.

North is conducting a new drug experiment that can anesthesia of the forgotten and put him into a coma.

“Are all fresh?”

"It's all freshly picked. There's absolutely no problem." Visettes responded. North just responded with satisfaction and continued to focus on his work. At this time, Visettes knew that he could leave and the great pharmacist would not speak for the next few hours. But he didn't. He stood there, as if he wanted to say something, but he was hesitant.

North noticed that the assistant was still beside him and asked, "What else is there?"

Visettes was stunned for a moment. Considering that if he said he was fine, he would be driven away by the pharmacist immediately, he said, "I have a question to ask you, the great pharmacist. It will not delay you for too long."

"You are wasting my time, so say anything if you have anything to say."

The questions that Visettes wanted to ask always bothered him, and he sometimes asked other forgotten people indirectly. He found that the people who were confused were not only themselves.

"You know, I died at Lordaeron. When Arthas came back, I was cleaning my employer's house." Visettes paused for a moment, thinking about why he said these words, but fortunately North was not tired of driving him away. "I really wanted to take a look at the Paladin who was loved by all people and his brilliant triumphal ceremony. But later Arthas raised the evil sword, committed the crime of father-killing and regicide, and massacred the residents of the city. I was not spared."

North began to slowly put the crushed herbs into several bottles of the same shape one by one.

"I was extremely desperate when I died. Now I think I should be very scared, afraid of death. I have relatives and friends in this world, and I am afraid that I will never see them again. When I woke up, I became a forgotten person. After inquiring from many sources, I found that my wife and children did not die with me. I am very happy about this." The assistant paused again, this time because he realized that what he said was inappropriate. North's wife Falina was once a member of the Curse Sect and was also the culprit for turning North into the dead.

The pharmacist's face did not show any particular discomfort or impetuousness. Visettes continued: "I had thought of going to find them. But others told me that finding old relatives now will only break the hearts of both parties. My wife believed I was dead. In the end, I decided to keep the status quo better. I also let it go. She is a kind and gentle person and should find another living husband to continue living."

"I think my idea is right. But I gradually became confused. I don't know what the value of my existence is now. Please don't get me wrong. I'm not dissatisfied with working for you. A friend I know, Telfeld, is also a Forgotten, a good man, and works as a blacksmith. It's a job and a long time. You know, the process of raising a hammer can easily strain the flesh. The flesh of the Forgotten will not heal itself. There is only suture, transplant new muscles, tendons and skin, and sometimes magic potions are needed. Once he changed his arms. I joked that his muscles will not grow any longer. His face immediately sank."

North's movements stopped immediately. Visettes' suspicion disappeared, and the pharmacist's movements showed that he was really listening to his assistant's nagging. "What the hell do you want to say?"

"I just want to know why I live with my current body," said Visettes. "After time, we will only... gradually disappear. I chose to accept this body. But I know some people refused. At that time, I thought they were fools. And now, I don't know exactly what is right. I know that the Withering Master has been fighting for us to continue to exist. But what if we shouldn't have to continue to exist? How much more do we have to do in order to exist? How long will we have to persist?"

North felt that as an assistant, Visettes really had a philosopher's thoughts. However, Visettes was not the first and would not be the last one to discuss this topic with him. As more and more people began to have the same ideas, the leaders of the Forgotten Ones found that they could no longer choose to ignore this issue.

He did not answer the assistant's question immediately because he would not feel confused. He was particularly lucky than those who were idle and unable to find their goals. The work of repairing the body of the dead always touched North's desire for pharmacy. Nathanos also attached great importance to his work, which further inspired him to study how to ensure the vitality and health of the forgotten and maintain the integrity of their spirit and physical bodies.

He wanted to speak, at least he should say something to send his assistant, but at this moment the two heard another voice: "The Great Pharmacist."

North and Visettes looked at the door of the alchemy room at the same time and saw a tall undead in a long robe.

"Master Xie Feng, what's the matter with me?" North asked.

Merriel nodded at Visettes and answered North's question: "There will be a meeting in the evening, and you will go too."

"Conference?" North was surprised by the words, "only the master has the power to hold a meeting of withering, and he has disappeared for many days."

"No, it's not a meeting of Withering." Merriel apologized for not explaining clearly, "It's a meeting between the leaders of the Forgotten, not public."

"Who are there?"

"You will know then." The mage turned around and left without giving a detailed explanation. Perception told North that this was a bad omen, and maybe there was a heavy topic discussed at the meeting.

...

"I want some moon-fruit and a little sour milk." Sylvanas was about to leave after paying the money. Theramore's reconstruction work had not been completed, and the sacrifices made by the Silver Covenant in the Battle of Theramore have not been restored. At this time, she should devote herself to work. However, General Ranger wanted to seize this opportunity to come to Stormwind.

A month has passed since the war. As the supreme leader of the alliance, Varian wanted to know some details of the Battle of Theramore. He invited some of them to come to Stormwind to discuss in detail. Except for the members of Dalaran, everyone including Jaina and Sylvanas was invited to the political center of the alliance. However, General Ranger was happy to hand over all this diplomatic work to Jaina. When the female mage debated in the king's conference room, it was not that important whether she was present.

The Mage District is the quietest place in Stormwind City. Except for the better environment, there are generally no dangers here. Maybe she said the same thing to Jonathan before, so when Sylvanas came, she found that the door was hidden. This was her next house in Stormwind City. Before the Battle of Theramore, she sent Nathanos's father, Brad Mares, here.

He may have to live here before the reconstruction of Theramore is completed.

The room was neat and clean, but the facilities were extremely simple. The female elf gently placed the condolences she brought on on the only wooden table. At this time, Brad should not be sleeping, but there was no trace of the old man in the whole room.

It was not until he saw the coat hanging on the wall hook and the few seeds scattered on the ground that Sylvanas remembered that there was an open space behind the house. The figure was squatting on the soft mud and fiddling with flowers and plants.

"Old sir." Sylvanas spoke softly.

The back was stunned, slowly stood up, and turned around step by step. Brad was a tall and burly man, but Sylvanas noticed that he had obviously become thinner recently. He always spoke and acted gently, showing a transcendent attitude of not asking about his affairs, but hidden under this attitude was his stubborn heart. With so many changes, most of them could not be said to be a good thing, Sylvanas thought in his heart, but Brad was still alive with strength. For the lifespan of human beings, he was already quite old.

"Good girl?" The old man showed a sincere smile. It seemed that it was rare to see someone he was familiar with. Brad was a little excited.

The good girl is his special name to Sylvanas. The female elf sometimes wonders whether Brad remembers her name, but when she sees the old man's happy look, she doesn't care whether the other person knows who she is.

Sylvanas bowed simply, "I feel relieved when I see you are safe and sound."

"I should say this." Brad wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I heard you have experienced a terrible war."

After hearing this, the female elf smiled tiredly at Breed. "There is nothing to be scary in war." She wanted to express her gratitude to the old man because it was his son who saved her and the people of the entire city. But this was also a troublesome thing. Shortly after the war ended, a terrible rumor spread from Quel'thalas - the true identity of the Forgotten Leader, the Withered, was the former League hero Nathanos Maris.

Aurelia should have no reason to spread this kind of rumor. After all, it was the first thing she wanted to erase all the information about Nathanos. Sylvanas was shocked when she heard this rumor, and at the same time she thought that this might be Nathanos' own choice. He decided not to hide it anymore, but suddenly reappeared in people's sight, and even she was caught off guard.

"Is Theramore OK? I miss the sea breeze there very much." Breed said, and before he knew it, he had already walked to the distance of the female elf five steps. "Is Ms. Gianna okay?"

"Theramore is very good. Jaina is also here in Stormwind City this time, but she is now talking to the king." Sylvanas was thinking about how to tell Brad about Nathanos, or should he tell him. The female elf didn't want to hide it because the other party was Nathanos' father, but his current state... Although it looks very tough, what should I do if I can't accept the facts?

"The rulers have a lot to worry about." Brad shook his head. Under his peaceful appearance, he seemed to have not heard of the rumor.

Sylvanas breathed a sigh of relief. Azeroth had many strange rumors every day, some were jokes in the tavern, some might become the inspiration for people to talk about things to each other, and few people would pay attention to the authenticity of it. Unless that person was related to the rumors.

Most people have heard of the name Forgotten, but they are too low-key and will hardly do anything that will sensation the world. Of course, except for the Battle of Rapids, but it has been a long time since. The Alliance did not clearly state that it would regain the lost lands of that kingdom. The tribes are also indifferent to this, so people will not discuss the Forgotten too much, let alone who its leader is.

"Ordinary people may not be able to be free." Sylvanas replied, helping Breed back to the residence, "Are you a habit of living here?"

"It's very quiet. My nephew knew that I'm here in Stormwind City and had seen me a few times."

Breed's nephew, Nathanos' younger brother, Sylvanas remembered that the man was called Stephen Maris. When the MI7 sent people north to encircle Nathanos, this guy seemed to have provided a lot of information.

"I hardly heard you mention your nephew."

"Lordalon rarely contacted me after his destruction. The last time he came to me was to tell me the news of his father, that is, my brother's death. Another relative left, and in the end I might be the only one left." The old man's voice became heavy.

"Life is not just about relatives," Sylvanas said to Brad in a comforting tone. "What can make you happy?"
Chapter completed!