Lucky

Half of those present were professional assassins from the Syndicate. They all understood Kangsen's words perfectly and rushed into Modis's manor. ♠♟ 🍩😂

The Modis Manor was still inhabited. Besides Trag and Modis, there were some other residents, all of whom were human, numbering only about twenty, mostly elderly women and children.

There were few people in the manor, so food was scarce. In particular, Zul'ra brought a group of people, which made things even more difficult for the people in the manor. In the end, Zul'ra asked everyone to take out the rations they had brought.

"Although we don't have much food, we do have some fine wine." Trag was a little embarrassed about the lack of food, because he had promised to treat everyone well. But fortunately, the estate had a wine cellar with plenty of malt spirits, enough for him to cheer and raise a glass with everyone.

"Where is Baron Modis?" Zul'ra stood under several candlelight lamps. After Kangsen reminded him from a distance that there was nothing in the wine, he took a small sip of the ale and asked the Tauren Trag beside him, whose neck hair was dripping with wine from drinking. He noticed that the manor owner had not come out to greet him.

"Valima hasn't made many public appearances since he came back." Trag put down his glass, let out a burp, and his bull-like face showed satisfaction, but his expression turned somber after hearing Zul'ra's question.

"Hmm, have all the people here lived here all along?" Zul'ra looked at the somewhat sentimental Trag and changed the subject, asking the commoners of the manor who were eating their food with their heads down.

"The capable people have all fled, and now only these people remain. Some of them originally lived here, while others fled here later." Trag followed Zul'ra's gaze, his tone tinged with melancholy.

"How many Undead are there here?" Zul'ra asked again.

"The Undead, I don't know, they always appear and disappear mysteriously. I mean, can you talk to me without interrogating me like this?" Trag shook his head, his pair of bull horns bobbing up and down, somewhat annoyed by the barrage of questions Zul'ra had thrown at him.

"Uh, I'm used to it." Zul'ra blinked innocently. He really wasn't used to chatting with others on an equal footing. In the past, he often spoke to people as a leader or chief, and his tone was always somewhat condescending.

"Then let me ask you this: your status in Amani must be quite high, right?" Trag asked, his bull-like eyes darting around.

"Of course, as I've already said, I've met with your Chief Cairne Bloodhoof." Zul'ra said matter-of-factly, knowing that if her status were lower, she probably wouldn't have found anyone of higher status.

"If you see each other from afar on the street, and you recognize him but he doesn't recognize you, that counts as meeting him, right?" Trag chuckled mischievously.

"That makes sense." Zul'ra looked at Da Niu's rather smug smile and nodded with amusement. It seemed that in this guy's eyes, her appearance was not only an ominous sign, but also that of a person of mediocre status. Didn't she have that signature domineering aura that would make people recognize her identity at a glance?

"Alright, my friend, no need for that. I actually understand you perfectly well." Trag had an "I understand you" expression on his face. In his heart, Zul'ra was someone of some status in Amani, but with an unusual appearance, just like the white Tauren who were discriminated against in their tribe.

"Thank you for your understanding." Zul'ra raised his glass. He didn't know how to explain to this idiot. He couldn't very well say that he was the boss of Amani. Saying that would make him seem even more like a lunatic. What Trolls boss comes out without Trolls guards, only a bunch of humans?

"No need. Hey, why haven't you drunk any? Can't you drink? Here, give me some, I'll drink it for you!" Trag clinked his empty wooden cup against Zul'ra's. Seeing that Sanra's cup was still full, Trag was quite surprised. Then he gave Trag an "I understand" look and a "I'll help you" look.

"Can't you just pour some more?" Zul'ra asked, somewhat amused and exasperated, looking at the stingy guy who was dipping his drink in his own glass.

"That's too wasteful. There's plenty of liquor here, but if you drink it too fast, it'll be gone. We need to be more economical." Trag naturally poured half a glass of ale, took a sip, and then squinted his eyes in satisfaction. He paused slightly before asking.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Why aren't you with your people, but with those humans?"

"I brought a friend here." Zul'ra shrugged. He was traveling alone this time; his Tooth-Soldiers had all stayed in Durnholde to handle things.

"That Kaldorei, isn't she? She's beautiful." Trag looked at Velinde, who was leaning against the wall drinking in the hall, and once again gave her an "I understand" smile.

"Trag, you've changed my perception of Shu'halo." Zul'ra looked at the guy with the smug smile, couldn't help but gasp, roll her eyes, and shake her head slightly. This Shu'halo wasn't honest and cute at all; he exuded a cunning and sly air.

"What is your understanding of Shu'halo?" Trag asked, intrigued.

"They are very large and tall, and look very fierce, but they are actually very gentle and have a broad and loving heart." Zul'ra expressed his intuitive impression of the Tauren. In fact, most of the Tauren he saw were like this, except for Hamuul Runetotem, Cairne Bloodhoof, and perhaps Magatha Grimtotem of the Grimtotem.

"So this is how I should be." Trag looked surprised, but before Zul'ra could speak, his face lit up with relief.

"I feel fortunate that I'm not like that."

"Why?" Zul'ra was a little taken aback. She had just mentioned Shu'halo's strengths, and someone actually didn't want those strengths.

"Because if I were like that, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive now, Zul'ra, my friend, you know that!" Trag said solemnly, then stared intently at Zul'ra.

"After leaving the tribe, I saw a new world. I fell into the hands of Goblins and became a slave. Later, I escaped but was repeatedly driven away and attacked by humans. Some humans even wanted to capture me and sell me as a farm animal. They used various methods to do this, such as deliberately trying to please me or pretending to be weak to get close to me and capture me when I was most vulnerable."

"Hmm, now I understand you." Zul'ra looked at the solemn-faced bull and suddenly realized what he meant. If this guy were a kind and gentle Tauren, he would probably be like some farm animal, a plaything in the arena or even someone's meal. I wonder if anyone would dare to eat him!

"Good that you understand. Get some rest tonight and leave first thing tomorrow morning!" Trag emphasized in his voice.

"Okay." Zul'ra understood Trag's meaningful words and realized she had misjudged him. This guy wasn't stupid at all; no, she should say he wasn't as stupid as he seemed on the surface. He was a cunning brute, but not unlikeable. He was quite interesting.

"Then so be it!" Trag looked at Zul'ra, then looked away, peering through the manor window at the dark night, leaving Zul'ra with a profile view, her slightly yellowish hair shimmering in the dim candlelight.