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Everyone has had some childish ideas. Some people regard these as good things and keep them in their memories, while some people keep these good things in front of them as motivation. As for Puskin, Sangla doesn't know what words to use to describe it.🔥🍮 💥💚

"You should set a more ambitious goal for yourself," Zul'ra felt she should give this promising young man some advice.

"What goal qualifies as great?" Puskin was somewhat bewildered. With his domineering mother, he was just an unappreciated child, sent here to uphold the correct policies. What, then, truly constituted greatness?

"It's like being a food critic, promoting different kinds of food to everyone. Since you like banquets so much, why don't you host your own banquet? The most important thing about cooking is having fun, don't you think?" Zul'ra raised her eyes.

"It sounds pretty good, but where am I going to get the money to throw a banquet? And how am I supposed to promote the food?" Puskin's eyes lit up slightly, but then his face fell. It sounded good, but it seemed like a lot of trouble.

"You'll have to work hard for that yourself. Nothing in this world comes easily. Also, you need to understand that I mean through proper channels, not by any underhanded means." Zul'ra was afraid that her well-intentioned advice might have harmed the child.

"Oh." Puskin blinked, looking somewhat confused.

"What is everyone doing now?" Zul'ra and Puskin had finished their conversation and moved on from the previous events, but the office could not continue like this.

"They've had lunch now and should be getting ready to do their own things. Amanda will be organizing letters, feeding the Wind Spirit's offspring, and praying to the Wind Spirit. Mor, Skik, and Prag will be doing some training. As for Rada, he goes for a walk every day after he finishes eating..." Puskin thought for a moment and then listed the tasks for everyone in the office.

"Okay, then could you please go and call them to the public hall? I have something to discuss." Zul'ra interrupted Puskin, who was about to continue speaking, and asked him to fetch them so she could have a meeting, given the current situation in Alterac.

"Yes." Puskin nodded quickly, then hurriedly went to call someone.

Zul'ra followed Puskin to the public hall. After lunch, the tables had been cleared. Amanda, the female Trolls, was wearing a leather jacket and pants, with a red hair tie on her head. Just as Puskin had said, she was sorting through the letters between Durnholde and Jintha'Alor and Zul'Aman.

"What do these letters say?" Zul'ra asked Amanda.

"These are their correspondence with their families, occasionally some instructions from Our Lady of the Broken-Tooth, and information about the local situation," Amanda replied respectfully, arranging the letters one by one.

"Our Lady?" Zul'ra felt as if she had heard a new word, spoken in a Common, not Zandalar. Zandalar did not have the custom of canonization; only the Light doctrine in this world had the custom of canonization, listing the personal belongings of a holy believer as sacred objects for veneration. But when did Broken-Tooth acquire this title?

"Because of Wind Spirit's personal approval, and your identification." Amanda glanced at Zul'ra, then cautiously mentioned that this matter was somewhat sensitive.

"Wind Spirit!" Zul'ra blinked and made a connection for a moment, then quickly realized that after Broken-Tooth became him, the other party had asked the gods to bestow a title upon him in order to better manage the Amani people of the Eastern Kingdoms.

"I understand, but I feel that calling her 'Mother' sounds better than 'Holy Mother'." Zul'ra tilted her head.

Amanda stood aside without responding to Zul'ra's complaints. As a priestess of Akil'darah, she couldn't criticize the god she served like the King of the Amani.

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"Alright, that's all. Pack your things, I have a meeting in a bit. Oh, by the way, I heard from Puskin that you have some opinions about the work here, I'd like to hear your comments later." Zul'ra told Amanda to put the letter away and informed her of the meeting.

"... Yes." Amanda didn't react at first when she heard Zul'ra's words, but after understanding, she couldn't help but feel happy. No one doesn't want their efforts to be seen and recognized.

Soon, more than twenty staff members from the office gathered in the public hall. They sat down at the table as Zul'ra had instructed, and then all their eyes were on Zul'ra in front of the table.

"I won't say anything else. I called you all here because I wanted to hear your opinions on Alterac. Let's begin!" Zul'ra released some of her senses to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on the meeting, and then started the meeting.

"Raise your hand. Whoever I point to, please explain." Zul'ra pointed slightly with his finger. In response to his words, among the twenty or so people, besides Amanda, there was also the hunchbacked Trolls Rada, as well as Prag, Skik, and Mor, all of whom raised their hands.

"Then let's start with you, Prag." Zul'ra pointed to Prag in the middle.

"We are completely pointless here, Zul'ra Jin. These humans live in fear every day, they stoop so low as to fawn over us, hoping we will give them strength. They are not worthy to stand with the great Amani'lai." Prag's remarks were those of a typical brute and a racist.

"Is there nothing else?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the hot-tempered Prag. He could sense that the guy had gotten a run for his money here; it seemed that no one wanted to befriend him, not even Rada, who had stayed with him last time.

"That's all." Prag saw that Zul'ra Jin was nonchalant, glanced at his companions beside him, and noticed that their expressions were somewhat strange, but he didn't take it to heart; he was just expressing himself.

"Then sit down, Rada, you speak!" Zul'ra pressed Prag down, then pointed to the hunchbacked Trolls next to him.

"Zul'ra Jin, my thoughts are exactly the opposite of Prag's. I believe that the humans here are natural allies of Amani. I often wander around here, and while people are indeed filled with fear, I also want to say that I see immense potential in them. They have excellent craftsmen, a large population..."

Rada, like Amanda, craved attention and was quite capable of it. He was eloquent and, compared to the hot-tempered and disdainful Prag, he saw the strength of humanity. However, his eyes were full of calculation, and his words revealed a sense of authoritarianism.

"I believe that Alterac's existence is necessary now; his presence will help humanity serve Amani. However, in the future, they will undoubtedly have the intention to break free from Amani's control, and we absolutely cannot allow that to happen."

As Rada shared his thoughts, he kept a close eye on Zul'ra Jin's expression, hoping to glean interest and appreciation. However, to his disappointment, the King of the Amani's expression remained largely unchanged.

"Your idea is very visionary, Rada, Skik, and Mor..." After Rada finished speaking, Zul'ra also patted him down and looked at Skik and Mor, who had raised their hands earlier. The two idiots quickly shook their heads and waved their hands to indicate that they had not spoken, showing that they were just there to make up the numbers.

"Well, Amanda, I saw your hand was raised the highest just now." Zul'ra finally turned her gaze to the only woman present.