Puskin

Zul'ra's suggestion was very reasonable, and after pondering it for a long time, Velinde also felt it was very correct, but she dared not accept it.

"I think I can find some companions here to help me, and I also thank you for your help, Zul'ra," Velinde said tentatively.

"No need." Zul'ra looked at Velinde, who was refusing her, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Also, I feel like my memory is a bit messed up. Did I hear that right? You said the sickle would come back for you?" Velinde looked at Zul'ra, who had a regretful expression, and her eyebrows suddenly twitched.

"Your mental memories may be somewhat disordered..." Zul'ra was trying to find the right words, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a shout.

"Zul'ra Jin." Puskin stood outside the door, looking at the king inside talking with the Night Elves, and called out somewhat timidly.

"I'm coming. Your mental memory might be a little confused, but you didn't mishear what I just said, because this scythe has already become connected with me." Zul'ra looked at Puskin outside, nodded slightly to him, and then spoke to Velinde at a very fast pace.

"You've turned into Worgen?" Velinde looked somewhat taken aback, having misunderstood. The only thing that could be associated with this scythe Worgen.

"No, I meant the connection between you and the scythe. I didn't become Worgen; I just sensed the energy within the scythe." Zul'ra blinked. He had been bitten by the giant wolf that had formed from his inner rage, and was cursed with the Worgen curse. It was just a test; he passed it, and the curse naturally healed itself.

"But it doesn't belong to you." Velinde stared at the blinking Trolls, then stood up abruptly, her eyebrows drooping. This Trolls wanted the scythe, just like those treacherous black knights?

"I don't know what to say. Never mind, I'd better not say anything. I'll go take care of my own things first." Zul'ra gave up on talking to Velinde because he felt like someone who coveted the artifact. However, before leaving, he still tried to defend himself.

"But I have to explain, I don't covet the power of this scythe. I just think that apart from me, very few people here can wield its power, and very few can protect it. Well, I think, no matter how much I explain, if you don't believe me, then leave!" Zul'ra felt that the more she explained, the more wary Velinde's expression became, and that she was making things worse by trying to explain, so she simply stopped talking.

"I think I'd better stay here." Velinde was very wary, but looking at the Trolls was speaking incoherently, she quickly thought to herself, if this guy really wanted to steal the scythe, he wouldn't need to waste time with her like this. Besides, if she went out now, she would likely encounter those black knights who wanted to steal the scythe. It would be safer to stay here.

"Okay, do as you please." Zul'ra looked at Velinde's hesitant expression and didn't want to say anything more. She turned and left with the uneasy Puskin.

"How is the situation in Alterac now?" Zul'ra asked, leaving Velinde's room and looking at the anxious Puskin beside her.

"Alterac is doing well now." Puskin was like a student who had been daydreaming in class and was suddenly caught by the teacher. He thought he was going to get a scolding, but when asked about the topic, he was a little slow to react.

"How exactly is it 'not bad'?" Zul'ra looked at Puskin and simply said, "Not bad?"

"There are the Scourge everywhere in the north right now, but it's still safe here. However, judging from the current situation, Alterac is facing some problems." Puskin added subconsciously, looking at Zul'ra Jin.

"Because they send me and everyone else banquet invitations every day, it's because they need something from Amani."

"Then where do you think they need our help?" Zul'ra looked at the guy who had finally realized what was happening and raised her eyes slightly. At least he wasn't a complete idiot.

"I think it's other human nations, and the Scourge." Puskin without hesitation; those were the only things Alterac was currently facing.

"Should?" Zul'ra chose a single word.

"..." Puskin looked at Zul'ra with a somewhat helpless expression.

"Then, under what circumstances do you think Alterac would be in Amani's favor?" Zul'ra looked at the guy who was completely different in how he phrased his words, glanced around, and then asked.

"... They should be weakened, because only when they are weakened will they rely on Amani," Puskin's thought.

"Then do you think they're weak enough right now?" Zul'ra asked.

"Very weak." Puskin would certainly nod.

"How did you get here?" Zul'ra asked a question she really wanted to know. This guy wasn't exactly quick-witted and wasn't suited to handling this kind of diplomatic affairs.

"I was sent here by my mother." Puskin lowered his eyebrows.

"Your mother?" Zul'ra raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, my mother, her name is Broken-Tooth." Seeing that Zul'ra didn't recognize him, Puskin quickly said his mother's name; he was the son of the Smolderthorn matriarch.

"Oh, I see. Why did your mother send you here?" Zul'ra glanced sideways slightly. So there was this connection. Was Broken-Tooth practicing nepotism? But that didn't quite make sense. Coming to Durnholde didn't seem like a good job. What did Broken-Tooth mean by sending his son here?

"Because after you left the Eastern Kingdoms, many people believed that we should sever ties with humans and Elves, and my mother sent me here to uphold your decision."

"Oh, I see. But your work isn't very well done." Zul'ra glanced sideways. This guy didn't seem like a diplomat; he was more like a playboy caught up in the glamorous world. Indeed, he was a spoiled brat.

"Like my brothers, I don't like this job. A lot of things here, and some of the things I just said, I heard from Amanda." Puskin slightly turned his head, ignoring Zul'ra's gaze, and admitted his situation, frankly stating that some of his previous answers were not what he had intended.

"Amanda..." Zul'ra raised an eyebrow slightly. That female Trolls in the office, she's actually a hidden talent!

"Yes, she's better suited for this than I am," Puskin nodded in agreement.

"Since you don't like this job, what do you like to do?" Zul'ra couldn't help but ask. This guy was quite unique; if he didn't like his current job, what kind of job did he like?

"In the past, I liked to sit by the sea and carve wood, but my mother didn't like it. She wanted me to learn how to fight and hunt. Later, she wanted me to learn how to build boats, but I didn't want to." Puskin, his face showing reminiscence.

"So what do you want to do now?" Zul'ra interrupted the guy's reminiscence. There was no need to go back to the past; let's talk about the present!

"I want to not work, and then be invited to parties every day, listening to music, eating delicious food, and watching dances," Puskin without hesitation, revealing his current dream.

"Good idea, Puskin, you know! I used to be like you, but unfortunately, it's impractical." Zul'ra couldn't help but chuckle as she listened to Puskin's words; it really was a good ideal.