As the Earl Lord of Quel'Thalas, Chandosarian was just a number.

It's not just pretending.

Relying on all kinds of novel ideas provided by netizens in other worlds, Unicorn Town is a real daily profit, which has attracted the eyes of many neighbors, and even the Windranger family who drank soup with them also had oily mouths.

Salian doesn't have much of an attachment to money, and doesn't intend to monopolize business and eat alone, and his territory is more like a testing ground for national reform in Quel'Thalas.

With the Windranger family represented by Wen Lesa as an example, the surrounding nobles who couldn't hold back also came to the door one after another cheekily to ask for "cooperation".

The business of the territory is getting bigger and bigger, and Sarren has long lost the concept of more money and less money.

When he helped Cheng Bo who had fallen asleep to settle the bill, Sarian looked at the dazzling two dozen kinds of wine on the bill in surprise, but he didn't care much about the price.

"He's alone...... Drinking so many kinds of alcohol? ”

The bartender smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Isn't it, except for those dwarves who are addicted to alcohol, this is the first time we have seen such a drink." ”

Valera looked at Cheng Bo, who was snoring like thunder, with a strange expression: "The surname Storm Spirits is really not taken casually. ”

"Hey~"

After settling the account, Sarian single-handedly scooped up Cheng Bo, who had a few catties of wine in his stomach, and carried it on his shoulder, attracting the surprised eyes of many people in the tavern.

Cheng Bo's size doesn't look small, and it is estimated that it is at least about 200 pounds, and Sarena actually lifted him up easily with one hand.

That is, there are no high elves who go out to work in this kind of low-end tavern, otherwise I am afraid that the first half-elf nobleman in Quel'Salas's history will be recognized at a glance.

Ignoring the gaze of others, Saljan politely left the tavern with the bartender.

"Let's go, find a hotel to settle down in, and wait until this guy is sober."

……

"Hmm......"

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 rolled over and jumped up from the bed, vigilantly looking at the surrounding environment.

"Where is this? Why am I here? ”

Frowning and tapping his forehead, Cheng Bo tried hard to recall the memories before he got drunk, but he couldn't think of anything.

"Hey~ Sure enough, I was drunk and made a mistake, and I can't be so presumptuous outside in the future."

Cheng Bo initially landed on the Eastern Continent from the Wetlands Harbor, and then traveled south through the territory of the Black Iron Dwarves and the Stormwind Kingdom into the jungle troll-infested Valley of Thorns.

When he briefly settled in Stormwind City, Cheng Bo also let go of his belly and had a big drink, but he was not completely drunk at the time, and he could still remember the picture of himself stumbling back to the hotel.

The atmosphere of the Treasure Bay Tavern was more enthusiastic than that of Stormwind, and under the influence of the atmosphere, Cheng Bo unconsciously drank too much, and he couldn't even remember the last scene before he got drunk.

"Hi~"

Sensing the change in Cheng Bo's aura from the next door, Sarian walked over in time to greet him.

"Good morning, Mr. Cheng Bo Storm Spirit, you've slept for 15 hours."

Cheng Bo rubbed the corners of his eyebrows and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar handsome face outside the door suspiciously.

"Your Excellency, do I know you?"

"Heh~"

Sallian shook his head amusedly, "You forgot? I brought you out of the Parrot Tavern yesterday afternoon, and helped you settle your wine bill. ”

"Uh~"

As soon as Sarian reminded him, Cheng Bo finally had a little impression.

Cheng Bo, who was in a sober state, was not as wild as when he was drunk, and he touched his furry head embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the trouble, how much is it in total, I'll pay it back to you."

Salian smiled and shook his head: "No, it's just a little money." ”

"Mr. Cheng Bo, we have been tracking your whereabouts since the barren land, but we have finally found someone."

"Looking for me?"

Cheng Bo frowned suspiciously and asked, "This ......"

"Salajan Deepshadow, just call me Sarayan."

"Oh...... Okay, Sarena. ”

Cheng Bo vaguely felt as if he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

There is something else in front of him, and Cheng Bo is not entangled in the code name of the name.

"What are you trying to do with me? IMHO, I don't remember ever having contact with the High Elves. ”

Sarian waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to seek revenge, but I want to ask you for help with something." ”

Cheng Bo said noncommittally: "Let's talk about it first, my ability is limited, and I dare not guarantee that I will be able to help." ”

Salian smiled understandingly: "It's not a difficult thing for Your Excellency, I want to visit your hometown Lost Island, I wonder if Mr. Cheng Bo can help guide the way?" ”

Cheng Bo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Sarren quite vigilantly.

"But yes, although the Lost Island is isolated from the world, it is not a hidden and forbidden place, but ......"

Cheng Bo's expression became serious: "Sarian, can I hear your intention to go to Lost Island first?" It should be more than just a sightseeing tour. ”

Cheng Bo has been traveling for more than a year, he first went to Kalimdor before landing in the Eastern Kingdom, and he also experienced a terrifying escape on Zandala Island, and finally hid in a ship and smuggled out to sea, which can be regarded as experienced.

Cheng Bo has seen many big people, and the temperament of such people will be different from ordinary people.

Saryan has this kind of temperament as a superior person, and Cheng Bo speculates that his identity should not be simple.

Such a big man fell in love with Lost Island, obviously not just for a simple trip, Cheng Bo was worried that bringing him back to his hometown would bring disaster to Lost Island, and he had to ask the other party's intentions first.

Sarian can understand Cheng Bo's caution, and he doesn't care about the other party's slightly cold attitude.

"Absolutely."

Sarian smiled and explained to Cheng Bo, "It's not so much that I'm interested in Lost Island, but I want to meet the main body of that "island", the giant tortoise god Mako. ”

Cheng Bo's brows furrowed even deeper: "Do you know the true son of God? What do you want to do with it? ”

Still smiling, Sarren explained, "I just wanted to entrust it to take us to a place, and you panda people from Lost Island have always wanted to know the exact location. ”

Cheng Bo had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and asked in amazement, "Could it be that you are talking about Pandaria?" ”

Sarean has always wondered why the Lost Island Pandaren, who want to return to Pandaria, don't ask Kamimako for help.

Liu Lang's deeds of taking Shen Zhenzi back and forth to Pandaria many times back then, they should know better than Sarean.

Soon, Sarian learned the reason from Cheng Bo's mouth.

After receiving Sarren's affirmative reply, Cheng Bo showed a wry smile on his face: "Good idea, but it's a pity that Shen Zhenzi fell into a deep sleep after the death of Liu Lang's predecessor, and has been floating aimlessly in the sea since then, and we have never been able to find a way to wake it up." ”

"Sleeping?"

Sarren's face was abrupt: "No wonder ......"

[So, the shipships of the Horde and Alliance crashed to Lost Island, and they used the pain to forcibly wake Kamiko from their slumber? 】

[Yikes! It sounds painful, is there a more elegant way? 】

[It's still unclear what exactly is the reason for the deep sleep of the true son of God, is it a spell or self-isolation? Anyway, let's go to Lost Island to see what is going on. 】

Pandaria, home to all panda people.

In the cultural background of panda people, there has always been the concept of falling leaves returning to their roots, and many elderly panda people want to return to Pandaria to go through the last stage of life.

But the only god who knew the route fell into a long slumber after Liu Lang's death 800 years ago, and has never woken up since.

The panda people of Lost Island have thought of many ways, but they have not been able to wake it up without harming Kamiko.

"Hmmm......"

Cheng Bo rubbed his temples and hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Well, as long as you promise not to hurt Kamiko, I can take you to the Lost Island."

"As for whether or not you can wake it up, it's up to you."

From the standpoint of the panda people of Lost Island, of course, they also want to wake up Shen Zhenzi and return to the mist-shrouded continent of Pandaria to recognize their ancestors.

Since you can't think of a good way to think of a rigid way of thinking, it is better to introduce outsiders with different thinking patterns to try it, and maybe you can hit it right.

After breakfast, Cheng Bo patted his round belly with satisfaction.

"Saljan, and your two companions, when are you going to go?"

Valera said with a solemn expression: "The sooner the better, the trip to Pandalia is related to the safety of our motherland Quel'Salas, and we don't want to wait for a moment." ”

"Oh?"

Cheng Bo thoughtfully touched the short beard on his chin: "It seems that you have also experienced a lot of interesting stories, just right, we can communicate slowly on the road." ”

"There is an old saying in the panda people, it is better to hit the day than to choose a day, otherwise, let's go directly today, right?"