47. Mother's Favorite Son Was About to Set Off on Another Long Journey

47. Mother's Favorite Son Was About to Embark on Another Long Journey

Old Bwonsamdi left the Queen's palace in desolation, his heart filled with pain.

He clutched the decree Azshara had personally written, appointing him as the "Holy Spirit Protector of the Nation." With this thing, Bwonsamdi's necropolises would rise across every corner of the Zandalar Empire in the shortest possible time.

Not just on Zandalari Island, but in Stranglethorn Vale on the Eastern Continent, in the distant Ghostlands, amid Northrend's frozen wastes, and even in trenches beneath the deep sea!

Wherever the Empire's "spirits" existed—regardless of race or civilization—Bwonsamdi's temples would stand. He would also take on an even heavier duty: under Queen Azshara's watch, he would create a perfect place in the Shadowlands for the dead of every race in the Empire.

He would thus receive the blessing of faith from the entire Empire. Under such circumstances, even without Mueh'zala's Anima Orb, Bwonsamdi's future might yet touch upon the realm of a Lesser God.

Though a Lesser God shaped by faith would probably be no stronger in battle than those Void Lords in the Sea of Darkness, whose authority had been divided so endlessly that their combat prowess had become pathetic, such a bright future still failed to make Bwonsamdi happy.

He sighed and lamented inwardly:

Damn it, a guy as good as me at reading the wind actually only got second place—no, third place—in the "Queen Bootlicking" contest?

Fine, Rezan beat me to it!

After all, Rezan doesn't live off Faith Power. Clinging desperately to the World Mother's thigh and submitting to the Daughter of the World isn't exactly shameful.

But how the hell did Old Gani beat me too?

"Court Jester" might sound ridiculous, but that's a true confidant of the Queen!

*Damn it, that position