Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 230 Poison dagger in the alley

Vashj, as the daughter of Baron Lyselia Vashj of Vashj'ir City, she voluntarily joined the court because she admired the royal family and became a maid in the Eludith Palace, and because she was similar in age to Azshara , so she became the queen's personal maid after she ascended the throne.

When Daza saw Azshara, who suddenly had a small follower behind him, coming to him, he knew of his existence.

He had nothing good to say about this palace maid. No matter what time it was, Vashchi was still very loyal to the people she took the initiative to serve.

After leaving the palace, Azshara's life returned to peace again. Daza also wrote a simple analysis report in the library based on what he had seen and heard in Jarod's hometown after leaving the palace. .

On a calm afternoon, Azshara brought Vasqi to the library where Dasa was, as usual, to come and have tea with this ancestor.

It was also in the afternoon of this time that Daza told Azshara some of the problems that existed in the current empire. Among them, the living conditions in Jarod's hometown shocked Azshara.

"Are the conditions there really that bad? Are they really not even able to eat enough?"

Azshara simply couldn't believe that such a place actually existed within the empire.

"Maybe it's just because you have lived in this deep palace for too long."

Daza stood in front of the window and looked out at the still prosperous city of Zin Azshara.

"But, Zu Erqing told me that there has been a bumper harvest every year."

Azshara didn't understand. There were obviously no natural disasters in the empire, but why was there still such a situation of no food? She recalled the thief she had ordered to be executed for stealing bread.

She felt that the world view she had formed had a huge impact.

"Oh, what else could it be? Those untouchables are just lazy."

Vashj chuckled lightly. As the daughter of a baron, she didn't even go out of the palace like Azshara. She would often follow the tax collector out of the city to collect grain taxes from various villages within the city's jurisdiction.

She still remembered how cunning those despicable guys were, and it was precisely because she was disgusted with those despicable guys that she took the initiative to invite them to the imperial capital to become a maid in the palace.

"Lazy?"

Azshara didn't understand anymore, and she looked at Vashj, who was smaller than her.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Those untouchables are very lazy. They are lazy and cunning."

Vashj chuckled as she told Azshara what she had witnessed while collecting taxes in the village.

Those farmers and herdsmen often conceal their tax returns in order to fill their own small cellars that can be ignored, but how can their little tricks be hidden from experienced tax officials.

These lazy guys just led the cattle, horses or direhorns to dig up the ground, sprinkled the seeds, poured some water and waited for the food to grow.

Other than that, they just lie in the house and sleep. Isn't this lazy? !

"Well, from what you said, it seems that the civilians didn't work hard enough."

Azshara thought carefully about the experience Vashj had told and nodded seriously.

"Have you ever planted a field? Have you ever held a hoe?"

Dasa frowned after hearing Vashqi's words. He stared at the elf girl and questioned her.

"No, His Majesty the First Emperor."

Vaschi still behaved very humbly in front of Dasa, completely losing the arrogance he had when he mentioned those "untouchables" just now.

"Do you know how to farm? Do you know how deep should you turn the soil? Do you know the depth of plowing is different under what kind of soil quality? Do you know how to make field ridges and how to cultivate seeds? Do you know the difference between planting wheat and rice? ?"

Daza stared at Vashqi and questioned him seriously. Every word he said seemed to be addressed to Vashqi, but how could he not say it to Azshara.

"No, I don't know, Your Majesty. Those things are not something we nobles should consider."

Vashj lowered her head. She didn't understand why Dasa became so serious when mentioning this matter.

"Isn't it something that nobles should consider? Then let me ask you, what are you nobles thinking about?"

Daza was ready to hear from this noble lady what the nobles of the empire's aristocratic families were thinking.

In Vashj's understanding of what a noble should do, the main purpose is to be loyal to the emperor, and His Majesty's will is the highest action order.

The second is to maintain the stability of the empire and collect sufficient tax revenue from the people in the empire.

"That's it?"

Dasa was not satisfied after listening to Vaschi's brief statement.

"In addition, holding regular banquets and enhancing relationships with nearby nobles can better maintain the continuity of the family. The continuity and stability of the family can also better serve the emperor and the empire."

Seeing that the expression on Dasa's face did not look relaxed at all, Vaschi felt that it was because he had not made the nobles' responsibilities clear.

Daza fell silent after listening to Vashqi's addition, while Azshara praised Vashqi out loud, thinking that her personal maid was quite cognitively advanced.

"In my time, there was no such thing as bullshit aristocracy."

After Dasa was silent for a while, he sighed and talked to the two elf girls about what happened back then.

"Your Majesty the First Emperor, my family ancestor was a centurion. Later, because of his military merit, he was sealed by His Majesty Ailon in the current Vasqir. My name and my family's surname are also determined by that area. Come down."

Vashchi knew her family's history very well, so she could quickly pick up on Dasa's words.

"But ancestor, what you mentioned has already passed. Those warriors who protected the world back then are the ancestors of various nobles today."

Azshara sat on a high chair in the library and looked at Dasa.

"I know, but the nobles have been separated from the common people for too long. It has been so long that you no longer know how difficult the lives of the common people are."

Dasa shook his head. He didn't think that his descendants could feel superior because of their ancestors' meritorious service.

But that's the reality now.

Hearing Dasa's words, Azshara and Vashj didn't say a word. They didn't understand why Dasa, as the founding monarch of the empire, valued those civilians so much.

Azshara still remembers what Xavius ​​told her when he was teaching her: The nobles and financial groups of the empire are as precious as those rare magic ores, and the common people are like dust that can be seen everywhere; sweep them away New dust can be seen in a blink of an eye, but once the magic mineral vein is mined, it will be difficult to find the next one.

These words were deeply remembered by Azshara. "Do you think that I could defeat the enemies of the world and the ancient gods by just relying on my own strength? No! That was achieved by uniting the power of everyone."

Dasa has clearly felt that the empire has actually been divided. Even though it seems to be complete now, it is already divided at its roots and in terms of ideas.

The so-called upper echelons of the empire don't care about the lives of the people below. They only care about how much tax they can collect from each other. As for the rest, they don't bother to care at all.

In the end, the afternoon tea between Dasa and Azshara ended unpleasantly. Azshara thought that Dasa, an old antique, had not adapted to the development of modern society, while Dasa thought that if this kind of thing continued to be allowed, If the situation continues, it will be inevitable for people in areas where people live in poverty to rebel.

Looking at the backs of the two girls leaving, Dasa shook his head helplessly.

"It seems that I can't stay here for too long."

Daza is ready to leave Zin Azshara.

Before he had fully traveled through today's Azeroth, he might have some biases in his view of the world.

Five days later, Dasa told Azshara that he would leave the palace and go around the city alone to see what happened.

When Azshara heard that Dasa was leaving the palace again, she clamored that she wanted to go, but not surprisingly, Dasa refused.

"I don't care about the current affairs of the empire. You are the current emperor, Azshara."

When Dasa left the palace, he only told Azshara, and there was no need to inform the other courtiers. As for the moon guard who dared to block him in front of the palace gate, he only said a few words to him. Take the initiative to get out of the way.

Almost half an hour after Dasa left Eludis Palace, Xavius, who was in his office, learned of Dasa's departure.

"A bunch of trash! They can't even keep an eye on one person! Forget it, let's notify the other side and start taking action."

After learning the news, Xavius ​​denounced the spies in the palace, and then asked his butler Huck to inform the assassins who had previously planned to assassinate Dasa to start action.

This time, walking alone on the streets of Zin Azshara, Daza had a whole new experience.

Unlike the last massive move out of the palace, the crowds on the streets were dispersed at that time. The situation he saw now could be said to be the most realistic look of Zin Azshara.

The streets are lined with trees, and there are many musicians holding various musical instruments performing under the shade. Passengers passing along the way will give tips because of their good performance.

In addition to these musicians, there are also painters who set up drawing boards on both sides of the street to provide sketches for travelers along the way.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going, and the sounds of people, cars, and musical instruments can be heard.

Daza walked along the main road and walked into a small alley that he had not discovered last time. This place was different from the brightness on the main road. Here he saw those guys who had been abandoned by the upper echelons of the empire. .

"Oh, I knew it. Those plasterboards are just used to cover up the ugly."

Daza snorted coldly in his heart as he looked at the scene in front of him. He began to feel a little dissatisfied with the current empire.

As he gradually walked deeper, a cold feeling came from the back of his neck that made his hair stand on end. Dasa sidestepped and saw a black shadow flashing past him.

After he dodged this attack again, a black sharp blade stabbed out from under his ribs on the left side.

Daza dodged again, only to find that another sharp blade appeared behind him where he had not stood firm after dodging.

Now, he was basically sure that what he encountered was not some gangsters in the city, but a group of organized assassins.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate. He made a fist with his right hand and punched the black shadow that was coming towards him with a right uppercut. Then he pinched the wrist of the assassin who appeared behind him with his left hand and held the poison-quenching blade. He was thrown out and hit hard against a building wall on the right.

The last assassin who rushed up was kicked out by another whip from Daza.

He neatly eliminated three assassins who tried to kill him, but this seemed to be just the beginning.

From the shadows of this small alley, more assassins dressed in black appeared. These guys were either holding poisoned daggers or dual-wielding elven daggers. They launched an organized and coordinated attack on Daza.

"Bastards! Since you dare to appear when I am in my worst mood, you should be prepared to bear my anger!"

Dasa looked at the twelve assassins who appeared in front of him and sneered. Then the bright red anger immediately enveloped him, and his long golden hair turned golden red due to the bright red anger.

In his hand was an elven dagger that had just been taken from an assassin.

"My lord, the operation failed."

Harker hurriedly walked into Zul's mansion and the laboratory established by Xavius ​​at dusk.

"As expected, let's talk about it in detail."

Xavius's voice came from behind the screen.

"Yes, my lord."

Huck nodded and told Xavius ​​about the tragic scene of the failed assassination operation.

A total of fifteen assassins died on the spot. The two elf daggers in Daza's hands blew up a storm of blades in the alley, and the sharp blades tore through the protective shields, armor and bodies of these assassins.

Even the deep sword marks can still be seen on the walls of the scene.

"It seems that the other party is not just a hunter who only knows how to hunt. He is also a warrior with some abilities."

Xavius ​​said and walked out from behind the screen, with no trace of sadness or joy on his face.

"Yes, my lord. What do we do next?"

Huck looked at the other party nervously. He was responsible for this task from beginning to end. Judging from the current situation, the target of the assassination can basically be considered to be the First Emperor.

How could he not be afraid of this situation?

"How to do it? Since you want him dead, the old assassin assassination can't be used. We can do something more traditional."

Xavius ​​Xiong'an handed him a test tube containing a clear purple-black liquid.

This was a poison he mixed based on classical classics. The traditional assassination method he mentioned was to poison the First Emperor.

Of course, Xavius ​​has also been prepared. If he fails again this time, he will push this guy out and become a scapegoat.

(End of this chapter)