Upon hearing that Munina personally killed Munina, his expression was extremely grim.

Munina looked at him openly, without any extra explanation.

What she said was all true. It would be best if her father could accept it, but it didn't matter if he couldn't.

She only sought to have a clear conscience.

Seeing his daughter's candid expression, Murak sighed deeply and said softly:

"Munina, you may think I'm indifferent, but I'm truly troubled. That woman hoped I would focus on cultivating the more promising Munina. I never expected them to do such shameless things."

"My daughter, you have suffered. Now it's just the two of us relying on each other, I, I..."

Munina bit her lip, wanting to hold back her tears, but ultimately couldn't.

Her father's words may not have been very sincere, but there was one thing he was right about.

Now it's just the two of them relying on each other.

No matter what they thought in their hearts, they had to rely on each other.

Without Murak, Munina couldn't possibly hold down the elders in the clan.

They weren't willing to go suffer among humans. They had been the leaders of the clan and held significant status, which would drop sharply if they joined the humans.

Everyone had their own agenda and would prioritize their interests, which was normal.

With Murak present, those with different hearts would have to restrain themselves.

For Murak, it didn't matter whether what Munina said was true or false. Even if she set a trap to kill Munina and strip away her scales, what could he say?

He didn't know if General Nephropidae's attack on the Graham Clan was a personal act or an order from above.

If it was the latter, no matter how vast the ocean was, there was no place for the clan to stand.

Even if it was the former, General Nephropidae stood high above, and a small Sea Demon Race couldn't risk provoking him.

By all accounts, seeking refuge with humans was the best choice.

Now he needed his daughter more, and he dared not delve into the truth behind the sisters' mutual slaughter.

As a person, one must remain ignorant when appropriate.

Munina, who mastered the Second Movement of Chaos, was a super genius in the history of the Sea Demon Race, and perhaps she had a chance to avenge the fallen clansmen.

They and General Nephropidae were already mortal enemies and had no road of return.

In the last stretch of sea near human territory, the Sea Demons slowed their pace.

Murak gathered the elders of the clan to discuss their future.

Although many opposed it, the majority of elders believed the conflict with General Nephropidae was an unchangeable fact, regardless of the reasons.

While the ocean was vast, there wasn't a corner that could accommodate them.

The Sea Emperor was the Dominator of the ocean, and with the Sea Emperor and several Grand Generals asleep, General Nephropidae was the Dominator of the northern seas.

To offend him was to offend the Sea Palace, with no place to file a complaint.

They had no choice but to use Munina as a bridge to seek refuge with humans.

The demands of most elders were simple, given that so many sought asylum, they at least wanted a fair deal.

Munina did not object.

Through her adopted father Norton, she understood Roland somewhat.

As long as one was valuable to him, one had the right to pursue benefits.

He was a shrewd businessman; no one could take advantage of him. But he was also a generous leader. As long as one worked for him, there were benefits.

After the crowd finished arguing, Munina slowly said, "Trust Governor Roland, he will offer a price that matches our worth. But no matter what his price is, please be sure to accept it."

"Under Lord Governor, as long as you contribute, you will be rewarded."

After hearing her words, the elders remained silent, with only a few murmuring softly: "It's a pity that Lord Roland is only a governor; if only he were the Emperor."

Munina almost couldn't hold back a laugh but said nothing.

She didn't want to tell these people that although Roland was not the Emperor, he could act on behalf of the Empress.

But such words couldn't be spoken recklessly.

Everyone knew that Roland was the Empress's lover.

Once the idea of seeking refuge with humans took hold, the more than twenty thousand surviving Sea Demons immediately felt the world expanding, with the surging sea surface seeming particularly vibrant.

The clan slowed their advance but continued forward, while Munina left the group alone and dove through the canal back to Hansa.

...

When Munina stood before Roland with some dishevelment, unable to wipe the water from herself, Roland was startled by her weary appearance.

"Munina, what's going on? Did you run into some trouble? Feel free to speak up. Even if not for your adoptive father's sake, I trust your loyalty."

Roland wasn't just offering empty words of comfort; he truly recognized Munina's loyalty.

He had initially thought Munina was looking for an excuse to slip away and, out of respect for Norton, wasn't inclined to dig deeper, considering it as not having met her at all.

He never expected Munina to return, proving her steadfast loyalty.

Roland handed a dry towel to Munina and also poured her a steaming cup of red tea, "No need to rush. Have some tea first and tell me slowly."

Startled by the hospitality, Munina held the cup with both hands, tapping the floor with her tail to express gratitude.

She took a few sips of tea, her somewhat chilly body gradually warming up.

Indeed, the red tea was delightful.

Compared to the warm red tea, the seawater was cold and salty, with a hint of bitterness.

Although Sea Demons could filter seawater for nutrients, she had grown accustomed to drinking tea and didn't want to drink even a sip of seawater.

Not only the sea, but the strange taste of the canal water on the way back also bothered her a bit.

The Great Lake's water was still the best—clear, delicious, slightly sweet, perfect for making tea.

Munina recounted her experiences on the return journey.

She repeatedly emphasized that her return was only to visit family, with no intention of long-term escape.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she muttered: "My stomach is already in the shape of human cuisine; I really can't eat raw fish anymore."

Roland was taken aback for a moment, then laughed heartily.

Trying to capture a man's heart by targeting his stomach might not always work. But in raising a group of fish, tasty bait was indispensable.

Could this be considered a kind of fishing too?

Munina's expression turned slightly dim as she continued recounting how the clan was ambushed by General Nephropidae's subordinates, with her father and clansmen narrowly escaping and being brought over by her.

"Lord Governor, are you willing to take in my clansmen?"

Roland was stunned for a few seconds, feeling a bit hesitant.

If it were just a few hundred or a few thousand people, he would accept without hesitation. But this was, after all, a tribe numbering in the tens of thousands; if any issues arose, it would be a significant matter.

Seeing Roland's silence, Munina thought he was unwilling, and quickly pleaded, "Lord Governor, our Graham Clan males are brave warriors, and the females can produce pearls, catch fish, and farm fish. My clansmen are all useful!"

Seeing Munina's anxious expression, Roland smiled and said, "Since you've come with sincerity, I naturally won't refuse. My employment principle is talent-first, regardless of background."

"If I can accept five hundred temporary residents at the Great Lake, I can accept more Sea Demons."

Roland pondered for a moment before asking slowly, "What are your people's demands?"

Munina hesitated as she conveyed the clan's requests.

They were willing to join Roland and serve him, but Roland must not use them as cannon fodder, he must ensure their basic living conditions, and they must be allowed to continue living together.

Roland was a bit surprised; these Sea Demons had tens of thousands of people, a bargaining position, yet their demands were so simple?

Seeing Munina's determined gaze, Roland roughly understood.

The Sea Demons were now at their wit's end, only seeking refuge, so naturally, they didn't dare to make too many demands.

After a moment of contemplation, Roland gave his response.

He accepted the Graham Tribe but explained that there were no lakes within his territory that could accommodate everyone at once, so they would be settled in several locations.

Initial basic living support would be provided by the Governor's Territory. Once they acclimated to the environment, they need to earn a living based on their abilities.

Roland doesn't support deadbeats, nor does he cater to any grandiose demands.

There were many ways they could make a living—joining the army or setting up freshwater fisheries were good options.

These over ten thousand Sea Demons were assigned to Munina's command, but their leader, Murak, wasn't placed there.

Munina was left speechless for a moment, starting to demur, but Roland firmly interrupted her:

"Loyalty is above all. I can't speak for your clansmen, but you are trustworthy."

Munina's eyes welled with tears, but she kept her composure and said nothing.

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