At this moment, led by Aowu, every Fishman offered their treasures to Shami.
The lake water rippled.
For a while, the shore was filled with various items, from rusty long swords picked up unknowingly, to solid wood chairs covered in moss, moldy fruits soaked in water, to golden ornaments, a small box of jewels, a dazzling array of items.
"Did you find these things along the river? Thinking that I might starve or that they could be useful to me, so you plan to give them all to me?"
Shami understood Aowu's words, and for a moment, the leader's eyes were moist.
"You guys! Actually, there's no need to worry about the leader so much. I'm not disabled, I can support myself. Leave these things to you, but those piles of gold and jewels seem unnecessary for you, I'll keep them for you first."
Shami quickly stuffed the valuable items into the Demon King Ring, leaving the moldy fruits and chairs for the Fishmen.
