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As the Earl Lord of Quel'Thalas, Chando-Salayan is just a number.

This is not mere coercion.

Relying on all kinds of novel ideas provided by netizens from other worlds, Unicorn Town is really making money every day, attracting the jealousy of many neighbors, and even the Fengxing family who follow the soup are full of mouth water.

Sharlayan doesn't have too much attachment to money, and doesn't intend to be a monopoly business. His territory is more like a test field for realizing the national reform of Quel'Thalas.

With the Windrunner family represented by Vereesa as an example, the nobles around who couldn't hold back also came to the door with the cheek to ask for "cooperation".

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

When paying the bill for the comatose Cheng Bo, Salayan looked at the assortment 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? Except for those dwarves who are addicted to alcohol, this is the first time we have seen such a drinkable drink."

Valeera looked at the snoring Cheng Bo with a weird expression, "The name Storm Spirits really wasn't chosen casually."

"Hey~"

After paying the bill, Salayan single-handedly picked up Cheng Bo, who had a few catties of wine in his belly, and carried it on his shoulders, which attracted the surprised looks of many people in the tavern.

Cheng Bo's body does not look small, at least about 200 kilograms at first estimate, Salayan actually lifted him up easily with one hand.

That is to say, there are no high elves who go out to work in this low-end tavern, otherwise the first half-elf nobleman in Quel'Thalas' history can be recognized at a glance.

Sharlayan ignored the gazes of others, and left the tavern after being politely sent off by the bartender.

"Let's go, find a hotel first, and wait until this guy sobers up."

...

"Well……"

When Cheng Bo woke up from the hangover, the sky was still bright.

When traveling alone, vigilance is essential.

After his brain resumed functioning, Cheng Bo immediately turned over and jumped off the bed, looking at the surrounding environment vigilantly.

"Where is this place? Why am I here?"

Frowning and tapping his forehead, Cheng Bo tried hard to recall the memory before he passed out, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Hey~ Sure enough, it was a mistake to get drunk. I can't be so presumptuous 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 territory of the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Kingdom of Stormwind, and entered the Stranglethorn Valley where jungle trolls were rampant.

When he briefly settled in Stormwind City, Cheng Bo also let go of his stomach and drank a lot, but he was not completely drunk at the time, and he could still remember the scene of himself stumbling back to the hotel.

The atmosphere in the Booty Bay Tavern was more enthusiastic 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 passed out.

"Hi~"

Sensing the change of Cheng Bo's breath from the next door, Salayan walked over to greet him in time.

"Good morning, Mr. Cheng Bo Storm Spirits, you have slept for 15 hours."

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

"Sir, do I know you?"

"Oh~"

Sharlayan shook his head amusedly: "Did you forget? I brought you out of the Parrot Tavern yesterday afternoon, and even helped you settle the drink bill."

"Uh~"

With Salayan's reminder, Cheng Bo finally got a little impression.

The sober Cheng Bo was not as unrestrained as when he was drunk, and he stroked his furry head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll pay you back the total amount."

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

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

"Find me?"

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

"Salayan Deep Shadow, just call me Sharlayan."

"Oh... yes, Sharlayan."

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

There are other things in front of him, Cheng Bo is not obsessed with the code name of the name.

"Why do you want to find me? With all due respect, I don't remember having any contact with high elves."

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

Cheng Bo said noncommittally: "Let's talk about it 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 Your Excellency. I want to visit your hometown, The Wandering Isle. I wonder if Mr. Cheng Bo can help guide the way?"

Cheng Bo narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Sharlayan warily.

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

Cheng Bo's expression became serious: "Salayan, can I hear your intention of going to the Wandering Isle first? It should not be just for sightseeing."

Cheng Bo has been traveling for more than a year. Before he landed in the Eastern Kingdom, he had been to Kalimdor first. He also experienced a frightening escape on the island of Zandalar. After finally hiding in a boat and sneaking out to sea, he has rich experience. .

Cheng Bo has met many important people, and the temperament of such people will be different from that of ordinary people.

Salayan has this kind of bearing of a superior person, Cheng Bo speculates that his identity should not be simple.

Such a big man likes the Wandering Island, obviously not just for a simple trip, Cheng Bo is worried that bringing him back to his hometown will bring disaster to the Wandering Island, so he must first ask the other party's intentions.

Salayan could understand Cheng Bo's cautiousness, and he didn't care about the other party's slightly indifferent attitude.

"sure."

Sharlayan smiled and explained to Cheng Bo: "It's not so much that I'm interested in the Wandering Isle, it's better to say that I want to meet the real body of that "island"—the giant turtle Shen-zin Zi."

Cheng Bo's frown deepened: "You know Shen-zin Zi? What do you want to do with it?"

Sharlayan still smiled and explained: "I just want to entrust it to take us to a place. You pandaren on the Wandering Isle have always wanted to know the exact location of this place."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Cheng Bo's mind, and he asked in amazement, "Could it be that you're talking about Pandaria?"

Sharlayan had always wondered why the pandaren on the Wandering Isle who wanted to return to Pandaria didn't ask Shen-zin Zi for help.

They should know better than Sharlayan the deeds of Liu Lang taking Shen-zin Zi to and from Pandaria many times back then.

Soon, Salayan learned the reason from Cheng Bo.

After receiving Sarayan's affirmative reply, Cheng Bo showed a wry smile on his face: "Good idea, but it's a pity that Shen-zin Zi fell into a deep sleep after the death of Senior Liu Lang, and has been floating aimlessly in the sea ever since. We never found a way to wake it up."

"Sleep?"

Sharlayan looked surprised: "No wonder..."

【So, the Horde and Alliance spaceships crashed to the Wandering Isle, did they use the pain to forcibly awaken Shen-zin Zi from her deep sleep? 】

【Alas! It sounds like a pain, is there a more elegant way? 】

【It is not clear yet what is the reason for Shen-zinko's deep sleep, is it a spell or self-enclosed? In short, let's go to the Wandering Isle to see the situation first. 】

Pandaria, the home of all pandaren.

In the cultural background of pandaren, there has always been the concept of returning to the roots of fallen leaves. Many elderly pandaren want to return to Pandaria to go through the final stage of life.

However, Shen-zin Zi, the only one who knew the route, fell into a long deep sleep after Liu Lang's death 800 years ago, and has never woken up since then.

The pandaren on the Wandering Isle have thought of many ways, but they have not been able to wake up Shen-zin Zi without harming it.

"Um……"

Cheng Bo rubbed his temples, hesitated for a while before nodding in agreement.

"Okay, as long as you promise not to hurt Shen-zin Zi, I can take you to the Wandering Isle."

"As for whether it can be awakened, it depends on your ability."

From the standpoint of the pandaren on the Wandering Isle, of course they also want to wake up Shen-zin Zi and return to the misty Pandaria continent to recognize their ancestors.

Since the thinking of our own people is so rigid that we can't think of a good solution, it's better to introduce outsiders with different thinking patterns to try, maybe we can get the right result.

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

"Salayan, and your two companions, when are you planning to set off?"

Valeera said solemnly, "The sooner the better, the trip to Pandaria concerns the safety of our motherland, Quel'Thalas, and we don't want to wait any 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 communicate slowly on the road."

"Pandaren have an old saying, it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, or, let's go straight away today?"