Chapter 82 Temporary solution to the fish people

Silia didn't want to waste any 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 as soon as he saw Karl.

Silia led Karl and his group into the depths of Fishman Street.

Deep in Fishman Street, there is a brightly lit hall.

This hall is very spacious and filled with bustling fishmen.

This hall was built recently and is mainly used for various conferences.

The meeting place was noisy and full of people.

"Isn't Master Karl here yet?"

"How long has this boy Sliya been here?"

"It's been an hour."

Although Leo belongs to the Turtle tribe, he does not fit the slow image of the Turtles at all. Instead, he appears to be extremely impatient and can be regarded as an outlier among the Turtle tribe.

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

"That's it, Leo, don't worry."

Kano from the octopus tribe said in agreement.

The three of them are the initiators of this dinner, and they are also the three secret chess pieces that Clay left on the Fish-Man Island.

Kano has a calm personality and is currently responsible for transporting manpower and materials with Cake Island.

Currently, nearly 80 fishmen have settled in the Dessert Sea area.

Since the Dessert Sea area has not yet been fully developed, despite the large number of people, eight months is obviously not enough to develop the 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 small islands need to be developed simultaneously, and on the other hand, they must build their own homes underwater.

The reason why most fish people like land is 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 members of the fish-men clan has exceeded 170 million.

In fact, the population of the fishmen is huge. When they moved to Fishman Island, the fishmen in the surrounding seas learned about the situation and sent people to investigate. Most of these fish-men are descendants of the ancient fish-men.

Knowing that they had the opportunity to go to the new world and experience real sunshine, many fishmen returned to Fishman Street with their families. The residents of Fishmen Street also gradually incorporated them into their own communities, which caused the number of Fishmen to increase dramatically.

Arlo, who is responsible for mediating the conflicts between the ancient fishermen and the fishmen, is a descendant of the whale sharks of the ancient fishmen. Although he is 72 years old, it is equivalent to 22 years old in humans. After all, their life span is more than three hundred years.

Leo, the violent turtle clan, is responsible for managing the war department of the fish-men clan.

"Crunch!"

Lakalli pushed open the door and shouted to the fishman inside.

"Master Karl is here."

"Did something really come over?"

"Of course Karl is here, then let's go out and greet him."

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

"I have met Mr. Karl."

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

The three leaders were Kano, Leo and Alo, followed by a large group of murlocs from Wu Yaya.

Everyone bowed to Karl.

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

"Okay, Mr. Karl, please come in."

Kano straightened up first, looked at Karl eagerly, and then directed everyone to make way.

Kano led Karl and his group from the front towards the innermost dining table.

The dining table was extremely huge, and it was filled with a faint smell of seaweed. It must not have taken long to make, and it looked like it was specially prepared for him.

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

"Welcome Lord Carl to Fish-Man Island, let us express our sincere thanks to Lord Carl for his arrival."

"Master Carl, thank you for your helping hand."

"Dry!"

The hundreds of fishmen present stood up, picked up their wine glasses and shouted.

"Dry!"

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"cheers!"

"Ping!"

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

"Master Carl, please sit down."

"Okay, do it all."

Looking at Kano's sincere eyes, Karl first ordered everyone present to sit down, and then he sat down.

Without any unnecessary introduction, the dinner began, although it seemed a bit hasty.

Had a few quick bites at the dining table.

Karl noticed the hesitant expressions of several people.

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

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

Karl smiled first, and then looked at Kano.

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

Kano and others looked at each other. After looking at each other, Kano was the first to speak.

"Sir Carl, that's the case. We also know that it is inappropriate to ask you to help us end the civil strife on Fish-Man Island, so we are talking about another matter."

Karl looked thoughtful.

He also only thought that he was asked to solve the civil strife on Fish-Man Island.

After all, he had a general understanding of the current situation on Fish-Man Island.

The civil unrest has become serious enough to affect the normal operation of Fishman Street.

Many fishmen were even captured into adulthood.

But he didn't expect it to be something else.

So I also want to hear what is 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 fish-men can survive in Mr. Carl's dessert sea?"

"We can't change the civil strife on Fish-Man Island. We just want to seek a safer future for the fish-people."

"So I want to beg Mr. Karl here, can you accept more fishmen?"

Karl did not reply immediately. He looked around and found hundreds of fishmen of different races on the field.

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

And there is obviously one representative for each race. This is not like a so-called gathering, but more like a meeting.

But he knew that he couldn't lose the trust he had in the fish-men.

The implementation of many of his subsequent plans will require the use of fishmen.

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

"Are you representatives of various races?"

Seeing the fishmen present nodding silently, I had an idea in my mind.

"I probably know your situation."

"Approximately how many tribesmen do you have now?"

"There are 175 million people in total. There are currently 80 fish people in the Dessert Sea, and there are still 95 fish people left on Fish-Man Island."

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

They wanted to hear better news from Carl.

"The quantity is a bit large."

"I can't give you a guarantee."

"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, they should be able to accommodate you."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Karl's affirmative words.

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

"Eat, eat."

After everyone heard the good news, they laughed heartily and came over to toast Karl.

After a short toast session, Kano and others had a careful chat with Karl at the dinner table about how to handle the situation.

Because there are too many fishmen.