Tsk, I didn't expect that Old Bob was still a racist.

It was a waste of such an outstanding secretary and translator.

In just a short while, Carl briefly introduced the situation around Miluo Island to the new leader, which made Link look at him with admiration.

Soon we arrived at the white steeple hall of the port.

This place was originally designed to handle port affairs, but later it was discovered that this port only receives ships that receive supplies four or five times a year, so the port hall gradually abandoned.

And now, Varre and his Virgia brothers live inside.

"What's going on?" Link asked Tony standing at the door with a frown.

"Boss, the two captains said there were not enough beds in the camp, so we could find a way to camp ourselves."

"Has been driven out?"

"I saw that this white hall was good, so I brought everyone here. Their campsites were all wooden houses, which was not as good as here."

When Link heard this, he looked around. The stone roof and load-bearing walls were also large pieces of stone. The brick and wood mixed structure used in the walls around the hall was both ventilated and stable, and it was indeed a good place to stay.

"It's a pity that it's too close to the coast." Carl gave his advice.

"There are often small groups of Gini here to try their luck. The last security manager was killed when he repelled the indigenous attacks."

"How many people will those natives attack in general?"

"At least twenty or thirty, the number of people will not exceed one hundred."

Link was a little incredible: "Can the natives holding primitive weapons kill the previous security manager? Are David and Remy's men vacant?"

When Link first got off the port, he saw the men brought by the two men, including leather armor and iron swords. He didn't believe that this kind of equipment could still lose to the indigenous people with a disadvantage in numbers.

"It was dark at that time. The two captains explained that because they didn't know the situation on the battlefield, they could not rescue them in time. When they arrived at the battle scene, their former safety manager had already died in battle."

Carl reported truthfully in front of the new leader.

'It seems that it is really strange to die. There is something wrong with these two captains.'

Link completely disbelief of his ex-Safety Management Council died at the hands of the natives. After fighting with them, the only thing that left an influence on him was the indigenous offensive.

But the equipment gap between the two sides is too big, and the former manager has his own guard around him. Even if he can't win, he can retreat in time, so he will not be wiped out and he will die in battle.

"Varé, arrange for his subordinates to watch the night shift."

Vale is going to make arrangements when he receives the order.

"Slowly, set up open and secret whistles and secret whistles to look on the island!"

Varé was stunned and then responded with a serious expression.

"Boss, do you suspect they did it?" Tony and others also reacted.

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm always a bad thing to be careful."

After the arrangement, Link ordered everyone to rest and sleep with his subordinates. Only here can he fall asleep with confidence.

Before going to bed, he called his subordinates, Lake and his brothers: "You two are smart, keep an eye on the new secretary."

"Boss, do you suspect he is the manor in charge of the manor?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just keep a close eye on it."

After saying that, he dispersed the two of them and fell asleep.

After nothing happened all night, Link, who had a full sleep, felt refreshed and came to the dock to see Captain Parker off.

The two agreed to meet again next year, and Parker also brought several bottles of wine he had collected to Link, which shows how much he was looking forward to traveling around the world with Link.

After saying goodbye to Parker, Link and others returned to the port hall and discussed what happened next.

"The most urgent thing is to understand the surrounding Jini tribe first. Carl, you have been here for the longest time. Let's talk about it." Link glanced at the circle of his subordinates and said to the secretary.

"Miluo Island is the largest island in this sea area. There are no other natives on the island except for the captured Kini laborers." Obviously, when Carl introduced himself, he did not count himself as an indigenous.

"The Gini people survive by fishing and hunting, and occasionally collect fruits from nearby islands. Their staple food is still various seafood."

"Why not farm? The land here is fertile and oily, the climate conditions are perfect, and the crops can even be ripened four times a year."

Link thought of this and it was difficult to understand. With the traditional idea of ​​the flower family, he couldn't figure out why this fertile land was wasted.

There are many scattered fruit trees on the island, all of which are sparsely grown by fruit cores that are discarded everywhere, and they do not need to be taken care of or fed.

"Well, maybe there is no tradition of growing crops?" Carl thought for a while: "When I was in the school town, I also had related research."

"The inheritance of the Gini people is mainly passed on by word of mouth by word of elders in the clan and the way in which a few large groups inherit murals. Neither of these two categories mentions planting crops."

‘So they don’t have the autonomy to grow crops?’ Link thought.

"There is another point that the Ginis reproduction is too fast. Every island that can settle has an upper limit on the number of people."

"So the Gini people need food to maintain the continuation of their tribe."

"But you don't want food that is too easy to obtain, which will lead to too rapid population growth and lead to the unbearable population living place of their ethnic groups."

Link seemed to understand a little: "So when their population is too large, will some of their tribesmen come to the island to die?"

In Link's view, a limited number of natives attacking the fully armed Miluo Island was simply a death sentence.

Carl thought for a while: "Not only the tribes coming to Miluo Island, but almost all the Gini tribes have such behaviors.

When there is too much population, adult men will challenge tribal leaders, those who win will stay, and those who lose will lead some people away, looking for a way out."

Wow, how does this sound like a story in the animal world?

"So is this the reason for the indigenous attacks on Miluo Island?"

Carl nodded affirmatively: "There are no large tribes in the nearby islands, so there are only a small number of natives who come to the island every time."

Link thought of the large plantations he saw on the road before: "Carl, who are working in the plantations on the island?"

"It's all the geni people I caught."

Sure enough, the experience of previous life told Link that such a large plantation could not recruit farmers from the local area, and the cost was too high.

“Didn’t it mean that the Gini people don’t have the talent for cultivation?”

"Sir, although these indigenous people have poor planting efficiency, they are easy to manage. Although they were arrested, as long as they can eat enough, they will not cause trouble."

“How many natives are there on the island now?”

"There are at least five thousand people in the plantation, and there are some in the manor where Bob manages."

‘Hiss, including my subordinates, there are only more than 500 troops on the island, which is a ratio of one to ten. If there is a riot...’

"Tony, how much food should I move down yesterday?" Link asked Tony quickly, preparing for the future. He asked Tony to intercept some of the food that should have been allocated by the Bob yesterday.

"Boss, this has been enough for us to eat for half a year!"

Tony opened the door to a room in the hall and pointed to the food that was almost piled up in the room.
Chapter completed!