“Your kindness is as dazzling as the sun, but please allow me to propose something. I, the chieftain of the Salamor Merfolk, am willing to offer all the food and wealth of my tribe to help those people of the sea. In this way, we will not need to use the resources of Twilight City.”

Todd was somewhat surprised. He looked down at the merman and asked, "It's certainly a good thing that you're willing to offer help. But with tens of thousands of refugees coming to seek refuge, can your tribe's wealth support the expenses?"

Rita looked up, her eyes filled with admiration and respect: "I heard that your army has just finished a great battle in the East. Although you won a great victory, the national treasury is now in dire straits. You have already shown us immense kindness by providing us with shelter and allowing us to trade. How could we possibly cause you any more trouble at a time like this?"

Todd was somewhat moved by these words: "The ancient god Krakosh you speak of is more like my mentor than my friend. Therefore, it is my duty to provide you with protection and care. However, if you insist on being self-reliant, I will not stop you. But if you need any help, you are welcome to ask me."

Rita lowered her head deeply: "Supreme Dragon God, please entrust the task of settling the refugees to me with peace of mind. I will handle everything properly."

Todd nodded in agreement: “Very good. From now on, you—the chieftain of the Saramo mermaids—will be in full charge of the resettlement of the refugees.”

Finally hearing the Dragon God's personal approval, Rita's lips curled into a smile.