"Such a pity. Since you're unwilling, then forget it," Saint Mars regrettably shook his head. He did not believe Rosse didn't understand his meaning, but since Rosse was unwilling to form a marriage alliance, he wouldn't force it.
A talented Celestial Dragon like Rosse, even after marriage, the offspring wouldn't carry the Marcus family name.
Since the surname wouldn't change, then there wasn't much meaning left.
As for bloodline, due to 800 years of intermarriage among the 19 families, their bloodlines had long fused together.
"But Grandpa Marcus, I think we can cooperate," Rosse said with a smile.
"Cooperate? Your grandfather and I have no cooperation," Saint Mars looked at Saint Saturn with great interest, seeing him remain silent, his interest grew even thicker.
He, being the Warrior God of Environment, wouldn't have conversed with Rosse if he weren't a Celestial Dragon, let alone cooperate.
"My grandfather is my grandfather. I am me, different. He has to be responsible for the future of the Jaygarcia family, while I only need to manage myself," Rosse chuckled lightly.
"Talk about the cooperation details," Saint Mars neither agreed nor disagreed. In his eyes, Rosse was just a junior who hadn't matured yet, and needed at least ten more years to be able to converse equally.
But he didn't mind chatting with Rosse. He was idle anyway. Who knows, maybe he would hear some interesting news.
"Grandpa Marcus has always been in charge of the project of connecting islands, right?", Rosse smiled.
Although the Five Elders were the five managers pushed out by that superior being, in reality, each of them had their own duties, which could be glimpsed from their titles.
Saint Saturn was the God of Defense and Technology, managing the Marine and scientific research departments.
Saint Mars was the God of Environment. In the pirate world, there was no concept of environmental protection. The responsibility of the God of Environment was to update the world sea charts in real-time and research how to connect islands together.
"Not wrong. At present, the sea bridges of the Four Blues have already been constructed for 700 kilometers, but the situation is not ideal," Saint Mars nodded slightly.
"Connecting the sea with bridges consumes massive resources. Even if built, there's the risk of destruction. It would be better to use a lower-cost solution," Rosse smiled.
"You mean the water train plan proposed by Water 7? The cost is indeed much lower, but for now, they can't produce a finished product," Saint Mars said lightly.
The water train plan was proposed by the shipwright Tom, who once built a ship for Roger. Later, because he built a ship for Roger, he was captured. To seek self-preservation, he proposed the sea train plan.
"I will take charge of this matter. If it succeeds, I will ask for 500 billion from Vegapunk, and I will invest it into the construction of the sea train."
If you want to get rich, first build roads.
If you want to consolidate rule, you must break the barriers of communication between islands.
The speed of the sea train was much faster than traveling by ship. The Marine and world government could reach every corner of the world faster, which had a more profound meaning for the world government's rule.
"You do have some ambition. Since it's cooperation, what do I have to contribute?", Saint Mars raised an eyebrow. He didn't believe Rosse sought nothing.
Rather, because of Rosse's proposal, he became even more vigilant.
There were only five seats among the Five Elders. Rosse was most likely to succeed Saint Saturn. But if Rosse was more ambitious, it wasn't impossible for one family to occupy two seats.
Whether Rosse had ambition or not, Mars didn't care.
But if Rosse had his eyes on his own position, then he had to care.
"If using the sea train plan, then the sea bridge plan can be terminated. The bridge plan would conscript tens of millions of people," Rosse paused here.
"You want people? Just some livestock, you can totally capture them from non-affiliated nations," Saint Mars said lightly, not intending to loosen up.
Rosse's situation was a bit special. If he took charge of the sea train, after ten years, it was truly possible he would sideline him.
"No no no, I mean, I will use 500 billion to buy those nearly 20 million people. For the sea train project, I will only handle its birth. I won't participate in subsequent affairs," Rosse shook his head.
Right now, under him, only manpower was lacking; everything else was sufficient.
To control this vast sea, relying solely on a few strong individuals was far from enough.
The world government had already rotted to the core, completely inconsistent with the future he envisioned.
Rather than scrambling for solutions later, better to start preparing now.
Sufficient management talent, enough military support, these were all things he needed to consider.
The world's talents emerged relatively randomly, but overall, human powerhouses still occupied the majority. As long as there was a large enough base number, and some strong individuals captured for breeding, there was no fear of not producing highly talented offspring.
As for brainwashing, starting from birth was best.
"If all you want is people, I can authorize the sale to you. As for the sea train, that's future business. If it's 500 billion, I can give you 30 million people," Saint Mars said lightly.
Saint Mars didn't intend to let Rosse meddle in his affairs, but since Rosse only wanted people, within his authority, he could indeed provide quite a lot.
He mainly oversaw the connection of islands, but that didn't mean he only had that project. As the God of Environment, nearly all major world government projects were primarily managed by him.
That was to say, he possessed the most labor force within the world government.
A mere few tens of millions of people's retention was something he could fully decide.
If labor wasn't enough, just order the Marine to capture more from non-affiliated nations.
"Happy cooperation!", Rosse replied cheerfully. This was his original intention anyway.
What God of Environment? In the future, he would just be the head of the environmental department under Rosse's plan.
As for the sea train, he didn't really intend to manage it, it was just a pretext to buy people.
This world government wasn't his world government yet; no need to be so diligent.
"Grandpa Marcus, I also want to build a fortress city on the Red Line."
"Fortress city? Saturn, you should know, this kind of matter...", Saint Mars frowned tightly, looking towards Saint Saturn.
This was a rule issue.
The Red Line's area was almost equal to all the islands combined. But why was there only Holy Land Mary Geoise? It was precisely to ensure the nobility of the Celestial Dragons.
If cities spread across the Red Line, the Celestial Dragons' nobility couldn't be guaranteed.
"Build it near Reverse Mountain. Eight hundred years of history prove that to maintain the stability of the world, one must completely cut off the connection between the Four Blues and the Grand Line," Saint Saturn said calmly.
Although it was also the first time he heard Rosse's proposal, it didn't prevent him from expressing agreement.
The bigger Jaygarcia's influence grew, the happier he would be.
"You mean building a fortress at Reverse Mountain, cutting off another passage between the Four Blues and the Grand Line, and any who want to pass must be inspected?", Saint Mars slightly frowned. He had no opinion on the content of this proposal.
After all, it was just a group of livestock rioting; no big deal.
But the Marine was managed by Saint Saturn, and this plan was reasonable from him. Mars had to seriously weigh the pros and cons.
After long contemplation, Saint Mars exhaled lightly, "If another person agrees, then I will also express agreement."
To pass this proposal, at least three of the Five Elders needed to agree.
In other words, besides them, one more Five Elder must agree.
If Jaygarcia's family could get another Five Elder's support, Saint Mars didn't mind going with the flow.
After all, the 500 billion Rosse gave him would ultimately enter the Marcus family's pocket, funding his efforts to cultivate descendants.
If Vegapunk wanted to rise, let him go lobby the other Five Elders.
With this extra money as motivation, maybe the trash at home could even produce a good seedling.
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