Compared to Felix, who was still dazed and confused, Li Wei and the others were in far lighter, happier spirits.
They had come out to "fish" and sightsee—ah, no, it should be called a business inspection and procurement trip. Could the Boss's business possibly be called sightseeing?
Traveling through a Different World, roaming the planes, and taking in countless sights and customs had always been one of Li Wei's little goals. Unfortunately, his strength had never permitted it before.
In Coriel Continent, this High Magic World, wandering around the continent blindly before possessing a certain ability to protect oneself had always been an extremely high-risk endeavor.
Who knew whether they might suddenly encounter bandits who killed without batting an eye, cultists trying to sweet-talk them into joining, or devils disguised as humans along the way?
And constrained by the policies and interests of Coriel's city-states and kingdoms, many ordinary people, barring accidents, might never venture farther than fifty kilometers from the unfamiliar place where they were born in their entire lives.
Now that Li Wei had finally bluffed a bunch of lackeys into maturity, trained them to handle affairs for him, and gained a certain degree of financial freedom, of course he was going to raise hell to his heart's content.
After all, he had slept for forty-six years, yet Zelandia had not crumbled as he had feared. Instead, it had developed smoothly all the way to its current state. Didn't that prove his "governing by doing nothing" was still viable?
And this very move happened to bear out a certain argument made by some scholars:
As long as there was a set of effective policies and a group of administrators capable of keeping them operating properly, then in certain positions, even putting a curly-haired baboon there would be better