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Upon receiving the book delivery mission, Mor and Skik were overjoyed, for this mission would ultimately give them the chance to meet Zul'ra Jin, the man recognized by the gods. They quickly packed the books away, and once the grain being transported was received by the Elves, they immediately led their team back to Zul'Aman that very night. 😾 👤👮

The southeastern corner of the Ghostlands is guarded by Elves to the north and protected by Trolls to the west, so the Undead have no chance to break through here. Therefore, although Mor and Skik's group traveled at night, they made their way back to Zul'Aman and reported to the Tooth-Soldiers at the Altar of Deities.

"What should we do when we see the King?" Skik asked his companion nervously as he watched the Tooth-Soldiers enter the Altar of Deities to report.

"Hmm, we should bow!" Mor held the book with the metal cover, looking at his nervous companion, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous himself.

"I just want to ask, how should we greet them?" Skik scratched the back of his head.

"He might have to kneel! He's back." Mor blinked, thought for a moment, and before he could say more, his eyes fell on the Tooth-Soldiers coming down the steps.

"Follow me." With the Tooth-Soldiers's call, Mor and Skik followed him, climbing step by step, passing through the towering fiery altar and the smoke-shrouded temple altar. They did not go to the throne in the center of the Altar of Deities, but turned a small path and came to a stone dwelling, where they encountered a tall Trolls with thick eyebrows and wild mane.

"Zul'ra Jin." Mor carefully examined the tall Trolls in front of him, who looked the same as before except for the absence of two long tusks. He subconsciously bowed and greeted him, clutching the book in his arms. Upon hearing Mor's address, Skik instinctively knelt down as well.

"There's no need for that." Zul'ra quickly stopped Skik from bowing deeply as he knelt in a salute. Amani had no set etiquette; when Trolls bowed to him, they usually just bowed or lowered their heads, rarely bowing like this.

"..." Just as Skik bent his knees, he looked at Zul'ra Jin, who was stopping him, and instinctively stopped. At the same time, he turned his head to look at his companion beside him and couldn't help but fum. "You promised to kneel and pay your respects, Mor, you big liar."

"..." Mor looked at his companion who was looking at him innocently and couldn't help but want to laugh. To be honest, he was just saying it casually.

"It seems you taught him to behave like that!" Zul'ra stopped Skik's deep bow, glanced at Mor beside him who was about to burst out laughing, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Zul'ra Jin. Just now outside, Skik asked me something, and I was very nervous. I didn't know how to greet you, so I just blurted it out..." Mor looked at Zul'ra Jin, who seemed somewhat reproachful, and felt a little flustered. He began to explain himself.

"Etiquette is for showing yourself to others. Don't just say things like that next time. Tell me, what are your names? Where are the things Mordu asked you to bring?" Zul'ra looked at the frightened Mor and interrupted him with a smile, changing the subject at the same time.

"Here I am, Zul'ra Jin. My name is Mor. I've met you before." Mor, seeing Zul'ra Jin asking for something, quickly handed over the book in his hand and said solicitously.

"My name is Skik, Your Majesty." Skik looked at the obsequious fellow, not wanting to be outdone.

"He calls me Zul'ra Jin, so why are you calling me King?" Zul'ra took the iron-shelled book, looked at Skik, whose words and actions were different from his companions, and couldn't help but smile. Most Amani'lai addressed him in the traditional way, but this was the first time he had been addressed this way.

"Aren't you the King of the Amani?" Skik said matter-of-factly.

"Hmm, but your way of addressing me is quite novel. Everyone addresses me in the traditional way. Take it in and put it on my desk." Zul'ra handed the tin-covered book in her hand to the Tooth-Soldiers next to her, asking him to take it in and put it away for her.

"That's what I thought, so that's what I call you." Skik scratched the stiff hair on his head.

"Hmm, not bad, you're a person of integrity, though Recklessness, you're simple and honest. And what about you, Mor? Oh, right, I forgot to ask, what are you doing now?" Zul'ra looked at the simple and honest guy and couldn't help but smile.

"We are helping to transport grain to Sin'dorei," Mor replied truthfully and briefly.

"Oh, right, come, sit here for a while. You two don't have anything to do right now, do you?" Zul'ra looked at the two soldiers who had helped him escort the goods to Zul'Aman and became interested in chatting. He hadn't been in contact with the lower classes of Amani for a long time.

"No, we just escorted a shipment of grain, so we don't have any missions for a while, unless the front lines are in dire need of supplies and we have to go and replenish them, but that won't happen." Mor nudged his companion with his elbow, then quickly caught up with Zul'ra.

"How do you feel about the mission?" Zul'ra led the two Trolls into the house and found two stools for them to sit on.

"It's a bit boring." Skik sat down on the stool with Mor and, watching Mor talk to Zul'ra Jin, couldn't help but interrupt.

"Boring?" Zul'ra looked at the blunt and brute man and couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows.

"Yes, we haven't encountered any decent battles at all." Skik would definitely nod in agreement.

"Besides being bored, Skik also has a bit of a grumble," Mor chimed in. His words made the impetuous Trolls widen his eyes, wanting to say something, but ultimately remaining silent.

"What kind of complaints?" Zul'ra turned her gaze from Skik to Mor, carefully examining his face. Compared to the impetuous and simple Skik, this guy was not bad. Hmm, he said he had seen him before, but she didn't remember him!

"Because of transporting grain to the Sin'dorei..." Mor stated the matter directly, after all, the Amani and Quel'Thalas had been enemies for thousands of years.

"Your Majesty, I am not opposing your decision, Mor is slandering me." Skik couldn't help but shout as he watched his companion's words become increasingly absurd. He hadn't expected this big-eyed companion to expose his weaknesses to his face; he was too insidious and despicable.

"He didn't seem to say you opposed my decision. Besides, did you say those things?" Zul'ra looked at the sensitive Skik and couldn't help but twitch her lips. This guy's recklessness was much more annoying than his simplicity.

"Yes, I have, but Your Majesty, you must hear my explanation. I haven't read many books." Skik was a little anxious and tried to stand up; he couldn't let himself make a bad impression on Zul'ra Jin.

"Sit down, I understand." Zul'ra looked at the guy who stood up with a look of anxiety, pressed him down with a slightly annoyed gaze, but didn't give him any other kind of lecture, afraid that if she said too much, this brute would misunderstand.

"That's good that you understand. Um, you should still talk to Mor!" Skik looked at Zul'ra Jin, who was giving him a reproachful look, and as he sat down, he realized that he might have misunderstood something.

"Skik, tell me, how many people think like you?" Zul'ra looked at the guy who had suddenly become so clever and couldn't help but smile.

"It must be a lot! Everyone's quite uncomfortable. The grain we worked so hard to grow has to be given to those Cang and Sin'dorei. I've even heard some ignorant fools cursing, but they didn't curse you, they just hate those Elves." Skik thought for a moment, carefully choosing his words and changing the derogatory term for the Elves.

"You really didn't scold me?" Zul'ra feigned doubt.

"Absolutely not, I swear to God," Skik stated.

"Then I believe you, but what about you? What's your understanding of my actions?" Zul'ra looked at the impetuous but honest man and asked with a smile. He was prepared for everyone's dissatisfaction, but their understanding also made him feel comfortable. His status and prestige in Amani were still quite high.

"I didn't understand before, but Mor explained it to me. Those Sin'dorei are actually our distant relatives. The forest is now in the hands of the Undead, so there's no point in us fighting them." Skik pointed to his companion beside him.

"Hmm, not bad. Being able to listen to other people's opinions is your strength, and you should continue to uphold this!" Zul'ra nodded in agreement as she listened to Skik's words. Although he was impulsive, he was quite honest and listened to reason, which was good.

"By the way, Mor, you said you've seen me before. Where did you see me before? I'm sorry, my memory isn't very good." Zul'ra turned to speak to Mor.

"It was when you returned to Zul'Aman from Jintha'Alor and challenged Zul'jin that I tried to stop you," Mor quickly explained, looking at Zul'ra Jin who had turned to look at him.

"Oh, so that was the time. I remember now. Interesting. You were a soldier back then. What did you do after that?" Zul'ra raised her head slightly, recalling the hunchbacked soldier who had stopped her. Now, looking at him closely, she realized that the hunchbacked Trolls of yesteryear had straightened his back. Amani had been changed by her.

"Later, I also became a farmer, planting crops, cutting down trees, and working as a carpenter for two years. I had even considered enrolling as Witch Doctor, but..." Mor recounted slowly.