As the earl lord of Quel'Thalas, Chandozaryan is just a number.
This is not just showing off.
Relying on the various novel ideas provided by netizens from another world, Unicorn Town is really making money every day, attracting the jealousy of many surrounding neighbors. Even the Windrunner family who followed them to drink soup were salivating.
Sarlayan is not too obsessed with money, and does not intend to do monopoly business and eat alone. His territory is more like a test field for the nationwide reform of Quel'Thalas.
With the Windrunner family represented by Vereesa setting an example, the surrounding nobles who could not stand it also shamelessly came to ask for "cooperation."
The business in the territory is getting bigger and bigger, and Sarlayan has long lost the concept of money.
When helping Cheng Bo pay the bill for the unconscious man, Sarlayan looked at the dazzling list of more than 20 kinds of wine on the bill in surprise, but didn't pay much attention to the price.
"He...drank so many kinds of wine by himself?"
The bartender smiled wryly and spread his hands: "Isn't it? Apart from those dwarves who are addicted to alcohol, this is the first time we have seen such a drinkable person."
Valeela looked at the snoring Cheng Bo with a strange expression: "Stormstout's surname is indeed not chosen casually."
"Hey~"
After settling the bill, Sarlayan picked up Cheng Bo, who had several kilograms of wine in his belly, and carried it on his shoulder with one hand, attracting surprised looks from many people in the tavern.
Cheng Bo looked quite big. At first glance, he was estimated to weigh at least 200 kilograms. Sarlayan actually lifted him up easily with one hand.
That is to say, there are no high elves working outside this low-end tavern, otherwise the first half-elf noble in the history of Quel'Thalas would be recognized at a glance.
Sarlayan ignored the looks of others and left the tavern with the bartender's polite greeting.
"Let's go, find a hotel to stay first, and wait until this guy sobers up."
…
"Well……"
When Cheng Bo woke up from his hangover, the sky was still bright.
When traveling alone, vigilance is essential.
After his brain resumed functioning, Cheng Bo immediately turned over and jumped out of bed, looking at his surroundings with vigilance.
"Where is this? Why am I here?"
Frowning and tapping his forehead, Cheng Bo tried hard to recall the memories before he fell drunk, but couldn't remember anything.
"Hey~ As expected, drunkenness caused trouble. I can't be so unrestrained outside in the future."
Cheng Bo first landed on the eastern continent from the wetland port, and then went all the way south through the territories of the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Kingdom of Stormwind, and entered the Thorn Valley where jungle trolls were rampant.
When he briefly settled in Stormwind City, Cheng Bo also drank a lot, but he was not completely drunk at the time, and he could still remember the scene of him stumbling back to the hotel.
The atmosphere in Booty Bay Tavern was even more lively than that in Stormwind City. Under the influence of the atmosphere, Cheng Bo drank too much unconsciously and couldn't even remember the last scene before he fell drunk.
"Hi~"
Sensing the change in Cheng Bo's aura from the next door, Sarlayan came over in time to say hello.
"Good morning, Mr. Cheng Bo Stormstout, you slept for 15 hours."
Cheng Bo rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face outside the door with confusion.
"Sir, do I know you?"
"Ha~"
Sarlayan shook his head in a funny way: "Have you forgotten? I brought you out of the Parrot Tavern yesterday afternoon, and I also helped you pay your drink bill."
"Uh~"
With Sarlayan's reminder, Cheng Bo finally had some impression.
When he was sober, Cheng Bo was not as wild as when he was drunk. He touched his furry head sheepishly.
"Sorry to trouble you, how much is the total, I will return it to you right now."
Sarlayan smiled and shook his head: "No need, it's just a small amount of money."
"Mr. Cheng Bo, we have been tracking your whereabouts since the beginning of the deserted land, but we finally found you."
"Find me?"
Cheng Bo frowned in confusion and asked, "This..."
"Shalayan Deep Shadow, just call me Thalayan."
"Oh...ok, Sarlayan."
Cheng Bo vaguely felt that he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
There were other things at hand, so Cheng Bo didn't dwell on the code name.
"Why are you looking for me? With all due respect, I don't remember having any contact with high elves."
Sarlayan waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to seek revenge, but I want to ask your help for something."
Cheng Bo said noncommittally: "Let me tell you first. My ability is limited, so I can't guarantee that I will be able to help."
Sarlayan smiled understandingly: "It's not difficult for you, Your Excellency. I want to visit your hometown, Wandering Island. I wonder if Mr. Cheng Bo can help guide me?"
Cheng Bo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Sarlayan warily.
"But yes, although Wandering Island is isolated from the world, it is not a hidden and forbidden place, but..."
Cheng Bo's expression became serious: "Salay'an, can I first hear your intention of going to the Wandering Island? It should be more than just sightseeing."
Cheng Bo has been traveling for more than a year. Before landing in the Eastern Kingdom, he went to Kalimdor. He also experienced a frightening escape on Zandalar Island. He finally managed to hide in a boat and sneak out to sea. He was rich in experience. .
Cheng Bo has met many important people, and the temperament of such people is different from that of ordinary people.
Sarlayan had the aura of being a superior person, and Cheng Bo speculated that his identity was not simple.
It was obvious that such a big shot would not be interested in Mizong Island just for a simple trip. Cheng Bo was worried that taking him back to his hometown would bring disaster to Mizong Island, so he had to ask the other party's intentions first.
Sarlayan could understand Cheng Bo's caution and didn't care about the other party's slightly cold attitude.
"sure."
Sarlayan smiled and explained to Cheng Bo: "Rather than being interested in the Wandering Island, I want to meet the identity of that "island" - the giant turtle Shen Zhenzi."
Cheng Bo's frown deepened: "Do you know Shenzhenzi? What do you want to do with it?"
Sarlayan still smiled and explained: "I just want to entrust it to take us to a place. You Pandaren on the Wandering Island have always wanted to know the specific location of this place."
An idea flashed in Cheng Bo's mind, and he asked in astonishment: "Could it be that you are talking about Pandaria?"
Sharlayan has always wondered why the Wandering Isle pandaren who wanted to return to Pandaria didn't ask Shenzhenzi for help.
They should know better than Sharlayan about Liu Lang's deeds of taking Shenzhenzi to and from Pandaria many times.
Soon, Sarlayan learned the reason from Cheng Bo.
After receiving Saraian's affirmative reply, Cheng Bo showed a wry smile: "It's a good idea, but it's a pity that Shenzhenzi fell into a deep sleep after the death of senior Liu Lang, and has been drifting aimlessly in the sea since then. We never found a way to wake it up."
"Asleep?"
Sarlayan's face showed a look of surprise: "No wonder..."
[So, when the spaceship of the Horde and Alliance crashed into the Wandering Island, they used the pain to forcefully wake up Shenzhenzi from his deep sleep? 】
【Alas! It sounds painful. Is there a more elegant way? 】
[It’s still unclear what caused Shenzhenzi’s deep sleep. Is it a spell or self-isolation? In short, let’s go to the Wandering Island to see the situation first. 】
Pandaria, the home of all pandaren.
In the cultural background of the Pandaren, there has always been the concept of a fallen leaf returning to its roots. Many elderly Pandaren want to return to Pandaria to live out the final stage of their lives.
But Shenzhenzi, the only one who knew the route, fell into a long sleep after Liu Lang's death 800 years ago and never woke up since.
The pandaren on the Wandering Island have tried many methods, but have never been able to awaken Shenzhenzi without harming it.
"Um……"
Cheng Bo rubbed his temples and hesitated for a while before nodding in agreement.
"Okay, as long as you promise not to harm Shen Zhenzi, I can take you to the Wandering Island."
"As for whether you can awaken it, it depends on your ability."
From the perspective of the Wandering Island Pandaren, of course they also want to wake up Shenzhenzi and return to the mist-shrouded Pandaria continent to recognize their ancestors.
Since our own thinking is so rigid that we can't think of good solutions, it's better to introduce outsiders with different thinking patterns to give it a try. Maybe we can get it right.
After breakfast, Cheng Bo patted his round belly with satisfaction.
"Salayan, and your two companions, when do you plan to set off?"
Valeela said with a solemn expression: "The sooner, the better. The trip to Pandaria is related to the safety of our homeland Quel'Thalas, and we don't want to wait for a moment longer."
"oh?"
Cheng Bo touched the short beard on his chin thoughtfully: "It seems that you have also experienced many interesting stories. It just so happens that we can slowly communicate on the road."
"There is an old saying among Pandaren that it is better to choose the day than to hit it. How about we just set off today?"
