Jaina looked at the family representatives present and asked weakly, "Does anyone still have food on hand? Theramore has reached its most critical moment, and food is desperately scarce. The Goblins from Ratchet have bought a large amount of food from us. We need to unite and get through this difficult time."
Some of the more experienced attendees opened their mouths to speak, but seeing that the others remained unmoved, they closed them again. They exchanged glances, and finally, an older man stood up and said, "Madam, on behalf of the Katas family, I am willing to sell approximately fifty tons of food to Theramore at market price."
"Thank you for your generous action, Mr. Katas," Jaina said with a smile.
Looking at Mr. Katas, whose skin had been darkened by years of wind and sun, she felt deeply grateful. He had originally been nothing more than a small-time stonemason who had helped her develop Theramore. Later, he gradually found opportunities for growth through the preferential policies Jaina had given him.
Although he had also stockpiled some food early on, he had ultimately chosen to stand with Jaina.
The others present then became somewhat willing to sell part of their stored food as well.
"I, Jonna Borowei, am willing to sell ten tons!" a petite woman spoke up. She was a traveling merchant from elsewhere, supposedly the descendant of some downfallen minor noble. She had eventually settled in Theramore and registered as a member of the local merchants' association.
Her gaze toward Jaina was filled with admiration.
"Madam, thank you very much!" Jaina responded warmly.
"It is all for Theramore! This is my second homeland." Jonna bowed.
With those two taking the lead, the next dozen or so people all expressed some willingness to contribute. Jaina obtained enough food to