Rosse sat at the head position of the reception hall without changing expression, while the rest of the special zone citizens stood quietly below the screen and listened.
Although they could not fully understand Rosse's words, special zone, kingdom, all that was too distant from them.
But those benefits, they all heard clearly.
First of all, they no longer needed to pay the Heavenly Tribute.
Second, they still enjoyed the rights of an allied nation. There would be Marine protection on the island, and since it was a special zone directly under the Jaygarcia family, the safety level was even higher.
As for so taxation, in their view, it was nothing.
Taxes were usually collected proportionally, whereas the Heavenly Tribute was paid per head.
In bad harvest years, there was still hope before, but afterward, there was no way for people to survive.
So after Rosse finished his closing and the live broadcast ended, the people couldn't help but cheer joyfully.
The nervousness before the broadcast vanished at this mont.
The fall of the Lanka Kingdom did not usher in a more brutal exploiter, but welcod back the Jaygarcia family.
The Celestial Dragons ruled the Holy Land; the Holy Land didn't need to pay Heavenly Tribute; ordinary people in the Holy Land = World Nobles.
Rosse managed Jaygarcia Island; Rosse was a Celestial Dragon, and Jaygarcia Island also didn't need to pay Heavenly Tribute.
So, Holy Land = Jaygarcia Island.
Therefore, ordinary people on Jaygarcia Island = World Nobles.
Although this equation could only exist in the heart, just thinking about it was enough to let a sense of superiority involuntarily rise in the residents' hearts.
This was also the effect Rosse wanted to achieve, and he would promote it externally.
Instead of spending 90 billion to buy slaves, it was better to spend 90 billion to buy ships and open routes between Jaygarcia Island and the other four seas, specifically to bring people in.
This kind of population growth speed was definitely more cost-effective than direct purchase.
After the live broadcast ended, Rosse stood up and said while walking out, "Zannie, in these few days hand over your work, the officials sent by the World Governnt have all arrived, and later we'll take so ti to promote a batch from the island."
"Your Highness, understood," Zannie bowed slightly.
This was sothing they had discussed beforehand.
After killing all the nobles, soone had to manage the special zone.
First, request a batch of people from the World Governnt, then begin evaluating those on the island who wanted to advance.
The evaluation would first use paper tests for filtering, with half related to ability and half tied to loyalty. During the exam, she would pass through the test site to sense the candidates' emotions.
Most people on the island were ordinary. Even those with so power were at most at the ensign level, lacking Observation Haki. Within a hundred ters, she could sense emotions.
After the initial screening, Rosse would personally interview town mayors and city mayors. Those selected would beco the first batch of administrative officials for Jaygar Special Administration Region and could contact Rosse directly.
Rosse also wanted to be a hands-off boss, but in this entrepreneurial early stage, many things still had to be done by himself.
In this world, there were many strong combatants, but few talented in managent.
The level of the Five Elders, compared to Zannie's, honestly wasn't too different. Just that they had seen more, ford a path dependency, and thus were more efficient.
If Rosse were to do it… just thinking about it, he hadn't even considered it.
He just knew what a good managent model was, but if he had to implent it, he might not even be better than the Five Elders or Zannie.
At least they had real managent experience. Zannie had even managed the family's newcor training base, far richer in practical experience than him.
After the broadcast ended, Rosse left the palace alone and walked toward the back mountain of Lanka City… now called Jaygar City.
Jaygarcia Island was nad after the family. Before the establishnt of the World Governnt, they had lived on this land for hundreds of years.
Just like the Nefertari family of Arabasta, there was also a sacrificial land of their family on the island, located in the back mountain of Jaygar City.
The sacrificial land had been guarded by the Jaygarcia family for 800 years, and no one with eyes dared to intrude recklessly.
"Saint Rosse!"
When Rosse arrived at the back mountain, the family mbers guarding there all appeared and bowed to Rosse.
They could be unfamiliar with other mbers of the Jaygarcia family, but they absolutely could not fail to recognize Saturn and Rosse.
"Mm," Rosse glanced roughly; the leading captain had B-level strength, and the other five mbers all only had C-level combat power.
This power was not noteworthy in the New World, but in the South Blue, it was definitely unstoppable.
"I'm going to worship the ancestors, you don't need to follow," Rosse said as he walked into the sacrificial land.
The sacrificial land was located in a cave within the back mountain. Those guarding it were not allowed to enter, but as for whether they had ever gone in, Rosse wasn't sure.
He ca here only because during his leisure ti at the Holy Land flipping through docunts, he saw records about the sacrificial land.
According to the family's historical records, the Jaygarcia Kingdom had encountered several crises, and during each one, the king at the ti entered the sacrificial land.
Strangely, every ti a king entered the sacrificial land, Jaygarcia Island would be surrounded by waters three hundred ters high, like a thick barrier around the island.
Once the crisis passed, the waters would slowly recede on their own, and the island would return to its forr peace. Only, the king who entered the sacrificial land never returned.
Hearing such an interesting legend, Rosse naturally beca interested in the sacrificial land.
There were many miraculous abilities in the world of pirates. It was just unclear which kind this sacrificial land belonged to.
But no matter which kind it was, being able to raise waters three hundred ters high around a 200,000-square-kiloter island was already considered incredible power. Even an S-class strongman couldn't match that. Likely only the three ancient weapons or Imu could wield such might.
Entering the mountain cave where the sacrificial land lay, a cool breath rushed toward him. As the cave deepened, the light gradually dimd, and Rosse had to rely on a torch to illuminate.
Looking up, he saw on the walls above and on both sides of the passage a series of brilliant murals leaping out, like a flowing historical scroll slowly unfolding before Rosse's eyes.
These murals were colorful and fluid in line, not faded even after nearly a thousand years.
These murals were extrely similar to what Rosse had seen of ancient Egypt in his previous life, depicting the founding history of the Jaygarcia family, filled with legendary and mythic tones.
Rosse did not rush forward but walked while carefully examining the murals, trying to capture more details.
His understanding of the Jaygarcia family ca mostly from past-life mories, as well as the power and status he felt as a Celestial Dragon.
The stories behind the family he had only heard fragnts of from Olvia.
To rise step by step to beco one of the twenty kings of the World Governnt and rule this world for 800 years, surely his family must have sothing extraordinary.
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