Pirates of the National Comics Inheritance System

Silia didn't want to waste a moment of time.

He immediately began to lead the way for everyone. He needed to speed up his pace.

Silia had been waiting there for a long time. Although he was a little anxious, all his uneasiness disappeared when he saw Carl.

Silia led Carl and his party to the depths of Fishman Street.

In the depths of Fishman Street, there was a brightly lit hall.

This hall was very spacious and filled with bustling fishmen.

This hall was built recently and was mainly used to hold various meetings.

The meeting was noisy and bustling.

"Has Lord Karl not arrived yet?";

" How long has this kid Silia been gone?;

" It's been an hour."

Although Leo is a turtle, he does not fit the image of the slow turtles at all. Instead, he seems particularly impatient, which makes him an outlier among the turtles.

" Don't worry, Leo. Since Lord Carl has agreed to come, he will definitely not be late."

"That's right, Leo, don't worry"

Kano of the Octopus tribe agreed.

The three of them were the initiators of this dinner, and they were also the three hidden chess pieces that Clay left on the Fishman Island.

Kano was calm and steady, and was currently responsible for transporting manpower and materials with Cake Island.

At present, there are nearly 800,000 fishmen settled in the Dessert Sea.

Since the Dessert Sea has not been fully developed, although there are a large number of people, eight months is obviously not enough to develop 56 islands one by one, so that more fishmen cannot be accommodated for the time being.

At the same time, on the one hand, these 56 islands need to be developed at the same time, and on the other hand, their own homes need to be built underwater.

Most of the fishmen like land because they can enjoy the sunshine, but they are not very adapted to life on land and prefer to live under the water.

After several months of statistics, the number of registered fishmen has exceeded 1.7 million.

In fact, the population of the fishmen is huge. When they migrated to the Fishman Island, the fishmen in the surrounding waters sent people to investigate after learning about the situation. Most of these fishmen are descendants of the ancient fishmen.

Knowing that they had the opportunity to go to the new world and experience the real sunshine, many fishmen returned to Fishman Street with their families. The residents of Fishman Street gradually included them in their community, which led to a surge in the number of fishmen.

A Luo, who was responsible for mediating the conflict between the ancient fishmen and the fishmen, was a descendant of the whale shark tribe of the ancient fishmen. Although he was 72 years old, it was equivalent to 22 years old in human terms, after all, their lifespan was more than 300 years.

The irritable turtle Leo was responsible for managing the combat department of the fishmen.

"Crack!"

Lakali pushed open the door and shouted to the fishmen inside.

"Master Carl is coming."

"What is really coming?"

"Since Carl is coming, of course, let's go out to greet him."

Kano stood up first and then led everyone out of the door.

"Hello, Master Carl."

"Hello, Master Carl."

When Carl and his group walked to the door, they saw this scene.

The three people in the lead were Kano, Leo and A Luo, and behind them was a large group of fishmen.

Everyone bowed to Carl.

"Okay, get up, let's go in first."

"Okay, Lord Carl, please come in."

Kano was the first to straighten up, looking at Carl eagerly, and then commanded everyone to make way.

Kano led Carl and his group in front and walked to the innermost dining table.

The dining table was huge and filled with a faint smell of seaweed. It must have taken a short time to make. It seemed to be specially prepared for him.

After everyone sat down, Kano and others picked up the wine glasses on the table and said to Carl.

"Welcome Lord Carl to Fishman Island. Let us express our sincere gratitude for Lord Carl's arrival."

"Lord Carl, thank you for your help."

"Cheers!"

Hundreds of fishmen present stood up and shouted with their glasses.

"Cheers!"

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"Cheers!"

"Ping!"

After everyone clinked their glasses, they raised their heads and drank the full glass of wine completely.

"Master Carl, please take a seat."

"Okay, let's do it."

Seeing Kano's sincere eyes, Carl first ordered everyone present to sit down, and then he sat down.

Without any extra introductions, the dinner began, although it seemed a bit hasty. After a few simple bites at the table,

Carl noticed the expressions of several people who wanted to say something but stopped.

He knew that this dinner was not simple, but he had been mentally prepared, otherwise he would not have come to the banquet.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Carl smiled first, then looked at Kano.

He put a small fish into his mouth and said while chewing.

Kano and others looked at each other, and after looking at each other, it was still Kano who spoke first.

"Master Carl, it's like this, we also know that it's not appropriate to ask you to help us end the civil strife in Fishman Island, so we are talking about another matter."

Carl showed a thoughtful look.

He also thought that he was only asked to solve the civil strife in Fishman Island.

After all, he had a general understanding of the current situation of Fishman Island.

The civil strife has been so serious that it affects the normal operation of Fishman Street.

Even many fishmen were captured.

But he didn't expect it was another matter.

So he also wanted to hear what was more important than this matter.

Davis and others also put down their chopsticks and looked at Kano.

"Continue!"

Kano looked at everyone's eyes, swallowed lightly, and said slowly.

"We want to know how many fishmen can survive in Lord Carl's dessert sea area?"

"We can't change the civil strife in the fishman island, we just want to seek a safer future for the fishmen."

"So I want to beg Lord Carl here, can you accept more fishmen?"

Carl didn't reply immediately, his eyes looked around, and found hundreds of fishmen of different races on the scene.

He immediately felt something was wrong. After his careful observation, he found that all the fishmen present seemed very calm and mature.

And it was obviously a representative of each race. This didn't look like a so-called gathering, but more like a meeting.

But he knew that he couldn't lose the trust of the fishmen.

The implementation of many of his plans later would require the use of the fishmen.

He retracted his gaze and looked at Kano, because he knew that Kano was the person in charge of registering the number of fishmen.

"Are you the representatives of each race?"

Seeing the fishmen present nodding silently, he had an idea in his mind.

"I roughly know your situation."

"How many people do you have now?"

"A total of 1.75 million, 800,000 of them are in the Dessert Sea, and there are 950,000 fishmen left on Fishman Island."

After Kano finished speaking, the fishmen present looked at Carl with expectant eyes.

They wanted to hear better news from Carl.

"The number is a bit large."

"I can't promise you anything."

"The current Dessert Sea cannot accommodate these people."

"But don't worry, in a few years, after the islands in the Dessert Sea are fully developed, we should be able to accommodate you."

Everyone was relieved when they heard Carl's affirmative words.

In their opinion, as long as Carl promised them to go, they didn't care about the next few years.

"Eat, eat."

After hearing the good news, everyone laughed and came over to toast Carl.

After a short toast, Kano and others had a detailed chat with Carl at the dinner table about the future solution.

Because there are too many fishmen.

People's livelihood, environment, and housing issues need to be solved one by one.

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