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Chapter 223 The Governor's Thoughts

In the city of Zuldazar, the former royal palace, and now the Governor's Mansion of the Zandalar region, the Governor of the Empire, Rasta Roar, is listening to the report of the Gravekeeper Guard, Captain Hadran Ashes.

After Muzo Limao confirmed the news of Dasa's resurrection and return from the actions of the two death loa, he immediately reported it to his chief, Hadran Ashes.

And the captain of the guard repeatedly confirmed the authenticity of the news from Mu Zuo, and even followed Mu Zuo to the tomb where Dasa's marble body was once placed, and saw the marble gravel at that place, just in case he even found it. A mason came and tried to put the broken stones back together.

The final result, obviously, is indeed a statue.

However, the key point is that the material is marble, and all the tomb guards know that the sculpture of Dasa is solid, and it is a serious marble material.

If you want to hollow out that kind of material, it is almost impossible to carve it into Dasa's appearance.

Because these damaged stone flakes are really too thin.

Under various proofs, Hadlan had to believe that the legendary emperor, the First Emperor of the Great Empire of Azeroth, was now resurrected!

Feeling the seriousness of the matter, he hurried to meet the governor of the Zandalari region, Rasta Roar.

"Is the news reliable?"

After listening to Hadran's bizarre description that was comparable to a fairy tale, Rasta looked at him seriously.

"This is already the most reliable description, Your Excellency Governor."

Hadland pointed to the report.

"How can you confirm that the other party is that His Majesty? How do you prove that His Majesty was resurrected? Just relying on the words of a farm boy?"

Rasta didn't believe all of this, he thought it was probably just that the wandering mage was playing some tricks.

"There are traces of the arrival of the two loas at the scene, and my subordinates have also said that they have seen the two gods of death loas."

Haaland stood by his point of view.

"Oh, please. Those people in the countryside will believe in the existence, but you actually believe it? Hadlan, oh, Hadlan. You are the new nobleman I am optimistic about. We should pay attention to the great nobles in the imperial capital. Let's learn that what we should really believe in is what we can grasp, not what is in the wild."

Rasta stood up from behind his governor's seat, put his hands on Hadland's shoulders kindly, and said in a joking tone.

"So, in your opinion, Governor?"

Hadland looked at each other calmly.

"Are you sure where the guy calling himself Dasa is?"

Rasta rolled his eyes and seemed to think of something again.

"I know, I live in a farmer's house outside the city, and I go in and out of the jungle outside the city like a hunter every day."

Hadran told Rasta everything he knew.

"Oh, hunter. Look what I said? If he is really that lord, how can he live like a hunter? There is something wrong with him, dear Sir Hadland."

After Rasta heard about Dasa's recent movements, he was even more sure that the other party was a liar.

"Do you want to arrest the other party?"

Harland remained calm.

"He is in your fief, hunting your prey in your jungle. It's fine if he doesn't pay you taxes. Do you want to catch him?"

Rasta looked at Harland with a smile on his face.

"It's okay, I don't have time to hunt anyway, and those prey are not so easy to deal with. If he can hunt suitable prey, then take it."

Hadlan's tone was still very calm, but he still remembered the story about Dasa passed down by his family in his heart. The emperor was originally a hunter. It's strange that he went to work as a hunter.

"Well, since our Sir Hadland doesn't want to be arrested, then forget it. I don't think it is necessary to tell me such a trivial matter. It just so happens that there is a ball in my Governor's Mansion tonight, and there are a few ladies from the imperial capital. We really want to meet you, the captain of the grave guard. Why don't we come and play together?"

Rasta said and stuffed a few photos into the other party's hands.

"I……"

Hadran held a few photos in his hand and hesitated.

"Don't refuse, dear Harland, if you still treat me as your uncle. You are the only one left in the Ash family in your generation. For the continuation of the family, you should make a choice. Don't be fooled by those damned The legends go to your head."

Rasta pressed heavily on the shoulder of the captain of the grave guard, then returned to his seat, and continued to read the documents.

"Yes, I see. Your Excellency Governor."

Hadland carefully put away the photo, bowed to the other party, and left here.

After walking out of the Governor's Mansion, I came to the Loa Terrace, which was illuminated by the sun. Now it is full of weeds due to lack of care.

"Master Rezan, I, beg you to give me guidance."

Walking in front of the Devilsaur statue on the north side of the Loa platform, Hadlan knelt down on one knee, took off the pendant made of Devilsaur teeth on his neck, and held it in his hand. Ask that loa for guidance.

However, Rezan did not respond to him.

The silent Hadlan carefully put away the pendant, solemnly paid a knight's salute to Rezan's statue, and left here.

After sending Hadran away, Rasta also hesitated and decided to inform an adult of his in the imperial capital about the news. If he was unsure, he would let that adult make the decision.

Anyway, he is now able to sit in the position of governor of the Zandalari region thanks to the support of that adult.

In a remote farmyard outside Zuldazar, Dasa was dressed in a sackcloth bunt, carrying three adult porpoises on his shoulders, and brought them back with a long spear.

"Yo, Jarod is here to help!"

Dasa shouted in the direction of the shed as soon as he entered the house.

"It's coming! It's coming! Wow!"

Jarod rushed out of the shed after hearing Daza's voice. He cried out excitedly after seeing the prey on Daza's shoulder.

"Don't wow! The resistance is over, go clean up, I have to prepare medicine for Sana."

Daza put the spear on Jarod's shoulder with a smile, and walked into the shed after telling him.

"Sir, you are having a hard time again today."

The elf woman sitting on the only wooden chair in the room looked at Dasa who walked in, her face full of gratitude.

"It's easy, give me your hand, and I'll see how you are doing."

Dasa said and took Sana's hand.

"Well, it seems that the reply is good, and it will be almost fine after taking a few more medicines."

After feeling the other person's pulse, Dasa nodded with satisfaction.

"I can get the medicine myself, thank you."

Sana stood up as she spoke, wanting to get the medicine herself.

"Ok."

As Dasa said, he handed the medicine in his waist to the other party.

Thanks to the books on herbalism that Stradama lent him, and all the knowledge he learned from the pharmacy masters in the shadow world, those knowledge gave him the ability to heal this woman named Sana The ability of women to disease.Counting today is the No. 15 day after his resurrection, more than half a month has passed.

He also became familiar with Jarod's family. His family consisted of him, his mother, and his sister who was an aide in Zuldazar City.

In Garald's words, his sister is very talented in priesthood. According to recent news, Maiev has been accepted by the Elune Sisters.

And Daza has been waiting for new changes. He does not believe that after he informed the current empire officials of his identity, these guys will not take any action.

During the time he stayed here, he carried a homemade spear into the jungle every day to collect herbs and hunt. He was really shocked by the poverty of the Garrod family.

He remembered that it was during the small tribe period that their lives were so bad.

Recalling the first meal I ate after entering Garrod's house that day, it was Sana who insisted that Maiev take down the only piece of dried meat left in the house and make a pot of stew.

I even added some salt that I was reluctant to add at home to give this pot of broth a taste.

It is such a pot of broth, a feast that such a family may not eat once a year, no wonder both Jarod and Maiev look so thin.

Seeing this, Dasa decided to hunt some prey while gathering medicine to pay for his rent here.

I still remember that after he returned from hunting for the first time, Jarod nervously asked him if he had paid taxes to the local baron. Dasa's reply at that time was to laugh.

He is the emperor, paying taxes to those inexplicable barons?

Isn't this funny!
Garald believed it when he heard what he said, and didn't say anything more.

After that, Dasa would go into the jungle every day, collect herbs, hunt, and then skin the skins of the prey, and give them to Maiev, who went to the city every day, to sell in the market.

In such peaceful days, Dasana's joyful mood after his resurrection gradually calmed down. He began to observe and want to know why the Jarod family's life was so difficult.

Regarding this topic, he also talked to Sana as a mother, but unfortunately all he knew was a few words.

All they know is that the land they live on needs to pay taxes to the lords here, and most of the food crops they grow belong to the lords.

In addition, they also have to undertake certain labor and military service for the lord.

From these few words, Dasa wanted to know more, but in the current circumstances, it was not enough, unless he could go to the city of Zuldazar.

From Maiev's mouth, he learned that he had to pay a fee to enter the city, and besides that, he needed a guide issued by the lord of the territory where he was located, otherwise he would not be able to enter the city at all.

Of course, there is no other way, as long as you have money.

money.

A concept that did not exist when Dasa was alive, has now penetrated into the hearts of every mortal. Even the kobolds who work in the depths of the mine know the importance of money.

Throughout the empire, goblins are famous for making money, but their reputation is not good among ordinary people.

Of course, Dasa knew all this from the villagers of the village where Garald was.

Materials are in short supply, life is difficult, labor services are endless, and taxes cannot be paid in full.

This is a striking portrayal of the elves in the entire village where Jarod lives.

Such a real situation also made Dasana's original pride after his resurrection begin to dissipate. He felt that such a situation should not occur in the lives and character of the elves.

Obviously, they already have the infinite energy of the entire Well of Eternity, right?

So, why does this happen?
Dasa squatted on the ridge of the field that Garrod's family was in charge of, looking at the sun above his head, lost in thought.

Zin Aessarin, this city located on the northeastern coast of the Well of Eternity, is an unparalleled pearl in the entire Azeroth. Even the Titans who arrived will be amazed by the construction here.

This is the capital of the great empire of Azeroth. The city used to be called Eldis, but now, with the enthronement of the new emperor, the city has been renamed Sin-Essarin.

"My lord, a secret letter from the old capital."

The butler arrived at the laboratory of the master he served with a sealed letter.

"Just take it apart and remember me. I still have an experiment that I haven't completed yet."

A deep middle-aged man's voice came from behind the screen.

"Yes, my lord."

The butler took the letter and went to the side, picked up a silver knife, cut open the wax and took out the letter inside.

"Old capital, which old capital is it? Zulsa?
The man's voice came again.

"No, it is Zuldazar, my lord."

The butler glanced at the address and the cracked family crest on the seal that had been scratched with a knife.

"Zundasaar? There could be some secret message there. Read it."

After listening to the butler's words, the man lost his interest in paying attention, and now he focused all his attention on the experiment at hand.

But he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the steward to read the contents of the letter to him, until he was busy with the experiment.

"What are you doing, fellow? I asked you to read me letters."

"My lord, you should take a look at this content yourself."

The butler was frightened by the contents of the letter, and he dared not read it now.

"Let you read, read, there is so much nonsense!"

The man's rather irritating words obviously irritated the butler even more, and the other party read the contents of the letter to his master tremblingly.

"The First Emperor is resurrected?!"

Along with the sound of the potion bottle breaking, the man's shocked voice came from behind the screen.Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, and as the sound got closer, a well-proportioned male elf with a black beard and a majestic face appeared in front of the butler.

"Yes, yes, my lord."

The butler looked at the other party humbly and carefully handed the letter in his hand to the other party.

"Hahaha! Okay! Okay! This is a perfect opportunity! That Rasta guy is finally of some use!"

The man laughed loudly after reading the letter, and he also praised Rasta who sent the letter.

"grown ups?"

The housekeeper looked at each other in confusion.

"A great opportunity, a great opportunity to show the whole nation! It doesn't matter whether this guy is the First Emperor or not! As long as I say he is! He is! Because, I am Zul."

The man's smile is full of something called ambition.

"Obey, Master Zuer."

Although the housekeeper didn't know what the other party was thinking of, he still respectfully took over the task he was supposed to do.

"Jero, you can call me Xavius."

The man was very satisfied with the housekeeper. He patted the other person's shoulder affectionately, and then returned to his own barrier to continue the experiment.

(End of this chapter)