[The Next Day]
The Jaygar once again set sail.
Only, compared to the lone ship on the way here, this time when they set out again, there was now a whole fleet.
This included all the people from Dressrosa who were participating in the World Conference, as well as the Tontatta chief Gancho, whom Rosse had specifically appointed with the qualification to sit in as an observer.
He was an old man barely the size of a palm, but he didn't hold any ill will toward Rosse.
And once the fleet had set sail, Rosse finally had the chance to formally speak with him.
Gancho first expressed his gratitude and his respect toward Rosse.
Not only Gion and Kaido were puzzled by Gancho's attitude, even Rosse himself was rather surprised.
Through casual chatting with Gancho, Rosse came to understand that Scarlett had really done him a huge favor.
That girl had gone all out in spreading his good reputation.
The Tontatta tribe had no way of contacting the outside world; their only channel for learning about it was through Dressrosa. And Scarlett just happened to be the one of this generation who was closest to them.
Because of that influence, Rosse's reputation among the Tontatta tribe was actually quite good.
"Lord Rosse, may I ask why you want us to participate in the World Conference as observers?", Gancho asked directly.
The Tontatta people were simple and kind by nature, but that didn't mean Gancho, who had lived for decades, couldn't think things through.
No matter how he looked at it, they Tontattas shouldn't have any qualifications to be observers.
"I heard from Scarlett that your Tontatta tribe is very skilled in planting, and at the same time you're also striving for a better life and development."
With just one sentence, Rosse straightforwardly revealed both his own needs and the help he could provide.
When dealing with different people, it was always necessary to use different approaches.
Since Gancho already trusted him so much, of course Rosse chose to speak frankly.
"That's right. Shameful to admit, though our Tontatta tribe is indeed skilled at planting, when it comes to making daily necessities, we really don't have much talent."
Hearing Rosse's bluntness actually made Gancho happy.
From the Tontatta people's point of view, since everyone was friends, it was best to just say clearly what you needed.
They were simple and kind, but not fools. They could still tell if someone had bad intentions or not.
Rosse was not like those Donquixote scum who were evil by nature.
It was that damned bunch who had really given the Tontatta tribe their bitter lesson.
"There's no problem at all regarding daily necessities. I know the Tontatta like to work in exchange for reward. I'll have people design special tools and supplies suited to your use, to improve your quality of life. By the way, you've got less than ten thousand in your tribe, right? I guarantee every single one of you will get to use them," Rosse smiled and nodded.
Truthfully, designing daily necessities for the Tontatta tribe was a delicate task for ordinary humans.
After all, the Tontatta were usually only about 20 centimeters tall. Smaller than a Barbie doll. You could imagine the size of the tools and items they'd need.
But to Rosse, this was no difficult matter.
Because the value of the Tontatta tribe was far beyond something so small.
"Thank you so much, Lord Rosse. If it's only planting plants, then our labor really isn't worth such high compensation," Gancho waved his hands repeatedly, shame written all over his face.
No wonder Scarlett had said Rosse was a good person. Just the treatment he offered at the start already made Gancho feel he couldn't accept it.
The Tontatta tribe loved planting in the first place. From his perspective, Rosse's so-called request wasn't really a request at all. It was simply something that came naturally to them.
How was this fair mutual assistance between friends? This was clearly Rosse's one-sided aid.
"No no no, Chief Gancho, I think you may have misunderstood what I meant by planting. Letting you observe the World Conference this time is just to let you get used to it in advance. Four years later, by relying on planting for me, your Tontatta tribe should be able to gain an official seat in the World Conference," Rosse said with a careless smile.
To Gancho, perhaps what he offered was already more than enough.
But compared to what Rosse would gain in return, these things were nothing.
Besides, whether it was the official seat at the World Conference or providing support to the Tontatta tribe, these were all just trifles to Rosse.
With a little of what he didn't even care about, he could gain the Tontatta tribe's gratitude from top to bottom. To him, that was a bargain too good to miss.
The Tontatta tribe was nothing like the Fishmen. Once you built enough goodwill with them, even if you did evil right in front of their eyes, they wouldn't just rationalize it away, they might even come help you.
"Ah? Lord Rosse, do you mean you want us to plant some rare plants?"
Hearing that there was some difficulty in planting, Gancho's eyes instead lit up.
'More benefits?'
For the Tontatta tribe, being given the chance to plant rare plants was like opening a treasure chest and hitting a golden legend.
"No, not rare plants. It's just that the area I need you to plant is a bit large. The Red Line has the widest land, and I'll be dedicating one third of it to agriculture. So I'll have to trouble you to help with that."
"As an exchange, I'll help you establish the Tontatta Kingdom on the Red Line. And I'll work with you to create the World Government's Plant Research Division, dedicated to researching and collecting all kinds of rare plants from the seas."
Rosse laid out his needs in one go. This was what he planned to do anyway.
Though he slaughtered without mercy, he still understood sustainable development.
Only by building this world better would he reap more enjoyment.
"Lord Rosse, the benefits you're offering are far too great, it makes us ashamed…"
Gancho grew even more moved. Where in any of this did Rosse say there was trouble?
If he brought this news back to the tribe, they would all go mad with joy.
It was the Red Line.
The very place the Tontatta tribe had dreamed of going.
Planting could never be separated from soil. And the Red Line wasn't just the largest landmass, but also had the best soil quality.
The key point was, that place belonged to the Donquixote family. If they could go there to establish a kingdom, wouldn't that mean they'd have a chance to take revenge?
"Lord Rosse! Don't worry. Since you've given the Tontatta tribe so many benefits, we will definitely help you establish the Tontatta Kingdom and the Plant Research Division, and make sure your family stands firmly on the Donquixote family's head!", Gancho pounded his chest and swore.
In his mind, things like establishing the Tontatta Kingdom and joining the World Conference were just burdens. Only planting was the true path.
And hearing this, Gion and the others nearby couldn't help but smile in unison.
Even Rosse himself couldn't stop a laugh.
The Tontatta tribe really was interesting.
What he took as benefits, Gancho saw as his demands.
And what he wanted the Tontatta tribe to do, plant crops, they instead considered to be a gift.
"As for the kingdom, handle that as you see fit. But about the Donquixote family, I can guarantee this: if you plant well, I'll personally take you to humiliate them. I could even drag a member of the Donquixote family to kneel and let you have your revenge," Rosse said with a smile.
"Ah? Lord Rosse is really that powerful?", Gancho was shocked.
Seeing Gancho's expression, Gion chuckled, then added smoothly, "Chief Gancho, the Jaygarcia family is the strongest family in the World Government. The Donquixote family is, at most, the lowest tier."
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