"Since I don't have a treasure of that grade. I'll make you a promise instead."
"A promise?" Queen Nerith raised her brows, and Corey nodded.
"I promise that I'll give you and your people a place to stay on New Earth. Not just any place, a place where your people would not be treated like slaves or be taken advantage of. A place where your people would thrive. And after that, I promise to assist you and your people if your ever have to go to war against the powers that reduced you to this state in the past."
Queen Nerith furrowed her brows in deep contemplation, and Syrelle raised her hand.
"Mother, may I speak?"
Queen Nerith looked at her daughter and nodded. "You may."
Syrelle shifted her gaze to Corey. "You make all these promises but it seems you're forgetting that you're just one man. You don't seem to be a king, and you're definitely not the Progenitor of your world so you don't have the right to give our people a place to stay."
