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"The task you completed this time is outstanding."

Carl looked at Davis and others with admiration. Their faces were filled with pride. During this mission, they successfully brought back Vegapunk and others, and also captured a Celestial Dragons.

"This Celestial Dragons will be placed on the Qinglong first."

He pointed at the tightly bound Celestial Dragons and said to Davis, because he wanted to make a fuss about the Celestial Dragons.

"I'm going to give this Celestial Dragons to Captain Rocks later."

"Understood, Captain Carl." Davis replied respectfully.

He stepped forward to see the Celestial Dragons up close, knowing that this Celestial Dragons would bring him a huge opportunity.

"You have worked hard this time. You will not have any tasks to repair on the island."

Carl looked at Davis and others and said with concern. He knew that after this mission, they would not need to go to sea in a short time.

"You're welcome, Captain."

Seeing Karl's concerned tone, Davis and others were very moved.

"I've prepared a banquet for you tonight to celebrate your arrival and introduce you to a new companion." Karl said with a smile.

Davis completed a complete mission this time, and having a banquet was a very necessary ceremony.

"No problem, Captain."

Phils and others replied excitedly. They knew that this was not only a banquet, but also an affirmation of their efforts and dedication, and they were also looking forward to meeting their companions.

After several people saw that the matter had been explained, they turned and left.

As soon as he reached the door, Davis suddenly turned to look at Karl, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask something important.

"What's wrong, Davis?" Karl was a little confused. He didn't understand why Davis showed such an expression.

Davis asked suddenly.

"By the way, Captain Karl, do you know Morgans?"

His voice sounded hesitant.

Karl was a little surprised. He didn't expect Davis and others to meet Morgans.

You know, in the original work, Morgans was the ruthless man who founded the News of the World. His power and influence were among the best in the entire ocean.

"Morgans, have you met him?" He couldn't help asking, his eyes full of curiosity and expectation. He especially wanted to know how Davis and others met Morgans and what they had experienced together. What.

"He's on our boat."

Davis' answer instantly shocked Karl. He thought he had just seen it, but he didn't expect that he was actually on the boat.

"We met at Sabaody Archipelago, and then this... this..."

Davis began to describe in detail their encounters in the Sabaody Archipelago and how he met Morgans.

After Davis's brief introduction, Carl knew what happened in the search for Sabaody, and a glimmer of appreciation and approval flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect Davis to hate human traffickers so much.

Karl thought for a while and said to Davis: "Bring them two to me."

Karl's tone was firm and serious. He knew how much help people like Morgans would bring to what he wanted to do.

"Okay Captain Carl."

Davis replied respectfully.

Then he turned around and left. He wanted to go to the ship to bring Morgans and Mormorris first.

It didn't take long for Karl to see Davis in the distance, leading two people, one large and one small, over.

Their pace seemed a little uneasy, mainly because Mormorris did not expect that they would meet Carl, the great pirate of the New World.

"Lord Karl, this is Mormorris, and this is his son Morgans."

Davis stepped forward to introduce Carl, his tone respectful.

"Okay, Davis, you go down first."

Karl nodded and indicated that Davis could leave. He did not want anyone to interrupt the rest of the conversation.

"Okay, Captain."

Davis saluted respectfully, then turned and left, and then his back disappeared into the distance.

Only Karl and Mormorris were left.

Karl touched his chin and looked at Moore Morris first. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he wanted to see the deepest thoughts in his heart through the other person's eyes.

"What do you do?" Karl asked directly, his tone was unusually calm, as if he was asking a very simple question.

Hearing Karl's words, Moore Morris quickly replied: "I opened a small newspaper in Sabaody Archipelago and barely made a living."

His voice was slightly nervous, for fear of making Karl impatient.

Karl glanced at Morgans, and then said solemnly.

"If I give you a chance, would you like to make the newspaper bigger?"

His tone was firm and seductive, as if he was extending an olive branch to Mormorris that he couldn't refuse.

Moore Morris, I didn’t expect that there would be such a thing as pie in the sky.

It would be a good idea to work under this adult, so that he would have a backer.

There was a flash of joy and expectation in his eyes, and he knew that this was his chance to change his destiny, and he had to seize it.

"I do, Lord Carl."

Mormorris took a deep breath and answered him firmly, his eyes full of courage.

He knew that as long as he worked hard enough, with Carl's help, he would be able to realize his dream and establish an influential news newspaper.

"There's a lot of interest, it just depends on whether you can grasp it." Karl said with a smile.

His eyes were full of trust and expectation, and he knew that Moore Morris should have rich experience in newspapers.

After all, his son Morgans made News of the World the most influential newspaper in the world.

Karl knew that if he could join his team, it would play a crucial role in controlling the direction of public opinion.

In this era full of disputes and turmoil, whoever can control public opinion can influence the direction of the world to a great extent.

At this moment, Karl unleashed his momentum, trying to intimidate the two of them.

However, what he didn't expect was that Morgans suddenly transformed into an albatross form.

His body expanded rapidly and his wings spread out, like a real albatross standing on the ground.

"Oh, that's easy to handle."

Karl was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Morgans would eat the Zoan Devil Fruit at such a young age.

"Have you developed your Devil Fruit?" Karl looked at Morgans with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

Mormoth stood up immediately when he saw Karl looking at his son.

His eyes were full of tension and worry, and he knew that Karl's strength was unfathomable, and any decision he made might lead to the fate of their father and son.

"Master Karl, my child is still young, he can't yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, Karl stretched out his hand to stop him.

Karl's eyes were calm and deep.

"You don't understand. The albatross fruit can summon homing pigeons to cultivate homing pigeons. Homing pigeons are one of the best means of delivering news on the sea."

In this era of lack of information dissemination, whoever can master the fastest and most extensive means of dissemination can take the initiative in public opinion.

"Well, I'll give you a chance."

Carl paused for a moment, crossed his arms, leaned forward, and looked at them, his eyes full of expectation.

"First let your son cultivate enough homing pigeons so that they can learn to distribute newspapers and take pictures. Then there will be an event that shocks the world. I need you to videotape the whole process and broadcast it around the world."

Mormorris was relieved to hear that his son was not asked to do anything dangerous.

Fortunately, Carl did not want to take advantage of his son, but took a fancy to his son's expertise in homing pigeons.

"Don't worry, Mr. Karl, I will definitely spread this news to the whole world."

Moore Morris answered firmly, his eyes full of determination. He knew that this was his opportunity to prove to Karl, and he must not miss it.

After a brief chat, Karl looked at Clay who was waiting.

At the signal from Karl's eyes, Clay took the two of them to the guest room to rest, and arranged for someone to collect carrier pigeons and give them to them.

Their most important task in the coming days is to train enough homing pigeons so that they can learn to distribute newspapers and take photos.

This is what Karl expects from them and this is their chance to prove their worth.

"Clay, what's going on over there at Vegapunk?" Carl asked, with a hint of concern in his tone and his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

Carl's heart was full of expectations. Vegapunk, a guy called a scientific madman, claimed to be 500 years ahead of the pirate world. He really wanted to know what kind of surprise Vegapunk could bring him.

Hearing Master Carl's tone, Clay's heart moved. He knew that Master Carl was very interested in Vegapunk, a science geek.

However, he didn't know yet how big an impact Vegapunk would have.

"Reporting to Lord Carl, Vegapunk did not resist. He has entered the research institute prepared for him." Clay replied respectfully, his eyes firmly showing his loyalty to Carl.

I thought to myself, "Vegapunk, I hope you can bring Lord Carl the power he needs, otherwise..."

Karl thought for a moment, and he knew that he still needed to have a straightforward chat with Vegapunk.

His eyes began to look deep, as if he was weighing something in his heart.

Perhaps, Vegapunk's wisdom and ability may become a key step in realizing my ambition.

"You came with me. I have something to tell him alone."

Karl's firm tone showed how seriously he took this matter.

"Understood, Lord Carl."

Then Karl got up and followed Clay towards the research institute. He thought about it on the way.

In the original book, Marine arranged guards for Vegapunk, does he also need to arrange a few?

He paused at the entrance of the research institute and turned to tell Clay.

"Clay, you will notify Halil later and ask him to lead a regiment of fish-man soldiers. Their next task is to protect the safety of Vegapunk."

"Lord Carl, is Vegapunk really that important?"

Clay was a little confused. When building such a huge research institute, he had doubts. Can just a Vegapunk really have such a big effect?

Karl looked at Clay and said firmly: "He is much more important than you think. You must take good care of him."

"Understood, Lord Carl."

Hearing Mr. Karl's serious tone, Clay immediately gave a solemn military salute, indicating that he would be notified in time.

Then, he pushed open the door of the research room and led Karl inside.