Waiting Wave Island, the mansion of the Salamander mermaid chieftain.
A flounder with huge eyelids and protruding teeth stared in disbelief at the decorations in the room, speechless for a long time.
Standing in front of a huge glass and stained glass screen, the flounder people carefully stretched out their claws, wanting to touch the intricate and gorgeous patterns on it.
One of Rita's maids quickly stopped him: "Don't touch it! Do you know how expensive this thing is? What if you break it?!"
As a member of the marine refugee delegation, Gray Swan, the chief of the Kinlaska Sea Swan tribe, stared at the throne made of steel and seashells in the water, speechless for a long time.
Rita directed her people to bring in a huge, round floating table and place it in the seawater urn in the center of the room.
One exquisite and unique dish after another was placed on the floating table.
Grey Swan looked at the dishes on the table; he recognized some of them.
For example, snail roe fish cut into small pieces and wrapped in seaweed is a specialty dish of the Salammer tribe used to entertain distinguished guests.
But there were many more dishes that he had never seen or even heard of before.
"You mean this is called wheat flour grilled fish?" Gray Swan looked at the golden, crispy grilled fish on the table and asked uneasily, "Is this food from land-dwelling races?"
Rita smiled and said, "Unlike in the sea, on land we can use fire and seasonings to make food, so there are more choices and more room for maneuver in the preparation of dishes."
Gray Swan looked at the grilled fish with some doubt and asked, "This fish is already cooked, is it still edible?"
Rita nodded: "Why don't you try it and see?"
The grey swan carefully peeled off a piece of fish meat, put it in its mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Soon, his eyes widened, and with a swift motion, he scooped up the entire grilled fish and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Compared to raw fish, it lacks some of the freshness, but it's surprisingly delicious." Grey Swan finished the grilled fish in a few bites, wiping his mouth with lingering satisfaction: "Is there any more?"
Rita's maid rolled her eyes at Grey Swan.
Rita picked up a slice of cream cake, took a bite, and showed an expression of enjoyment: "I have to admit, the food on land is abundant in variety and tastes excellent."
Grey Swan picked up a fried shrimp cake and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
He looked back and saw that about a dozen members of the Maritime Refugee Delegation had gathered around him.
Spreading its arms wide to protect the food plate in front of it, the gray swan simply buried its head in the food and began to eat heartily.
Seeing this, the other refugee representatives were displeased.
People rushed to the table, shoving and shouting, grabbing as much food as possible, like a pack of hyenas who had discovered a carcass.
Rita's maids looked at the refugees with disgust. What had been a hint of sympathy in their eyes had now turned into deep contempt.
However, Rita seemed somewhat different.
Holding a wine glass full of red wine in one hand and a cake in the other, she looked at the sea refugees before her, a glint of predator-like glint in her eyes.
After a satisfying meal, we were full and had plenty of food and drink.
The refugee representatives, their bellies bulging, floated on the sea, uttering satisfied exclamations.
"I always thought that the land was inhabited by a barbaric and backward race, but I never imagined that their food was so delicious."
"In the sea, we can't use fire and seasonings, so our food can't have a variety of flavors?"
"I wonder how much stuff it would take to get a meal like this?"
Rita clapped her hands, signaling the maids to clear the table, then smiled and said to the others, "You are all children of the ancient gods, just like me, and you all come from the sea."
“Long ago, our ancestors warned us not to go near the coast, and even more so, not to try to contact the sailors at sea,” Rita said, looking at the others. “Their reasons were mostly that the land was barren and the inhabitants were vicious… But have you ever considered that our ancestors actually prevented us from touching the land in order to protect us?”
Grey Swan looked on incredulously: "Protect?"
Rita sighed softly, "I once went to the capital of the Dragon Kingdom, a city called Twilight City."
"The population there exceeds three million, with an army of nearly one hundred thousand, each possessing powerful supernatural abilities and superior equipment. Moreover, their economy, people's livelihood, culture... far surpass ours."
Grey Swan was taken aback: "I don't believe it."
Rita pointed to the items in the room: "These pieces of furniture were a gift from the Dragon God, and the food we eat also comes from Muxi City. What do you think?"
Everyone looked around the room and fell silent.
Rita paused for a moment, then said, "I have some good news for everyone."
"The Dragon God agrees to accept you."
Unlike the others who seemed relieved, Grey Swan asked Rita, "And what's the corresponding price?"
Rita calmly said, "I've paid the tribute for you to the Dragon God."
"We will never forget your kindness, so..."
"When the Dragon God needs us, we must step forward."
Grey Swan asked in a deep voice, "Do you mean we should join the war?"
Rita replied, "The Dragon God didn't give any specific instructions; he just told us to prepare."
One of the refugees asked, "What if the Dragon God doesn't care about our lives at all, and just uses us as expendable resources in the war?"
Rita smiled and replied, "Then we must obey his orders."
"this……?"
Rita pointed towards the land: "The fact that the Dragon God is willing to take us in is already a great blessing. Do you know how much of a shock this is to the inhabitants of the Dragon Kingdom, that the land in the kingdom is given to a group of believers of other gods to live in?"
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