“They couldn't survive initially. They were put into a sack with a huge rock tied to it. They were then thrown into the Pollerton sea. However, they were lucky, as a fishing boat that passed by saved them,” Nigel continued.
Hearing that, Conner fell into deep contemplation.
Not long after, he continued asking, “What do you think of Jennifer's land reclamation idea?”
The corner of Nigel's lips curled as he put on a disdainful smile. “It's total bullsh*t! It's just her wishful thinking! That area is a conservation area. Even though most of the endangered fishes there have migrated, a Class One Conservation Area will always be a Class One Conservation Area. No individual, regardless of how influential they are, could downgrade it to a Class Four Conservation Area. The approval for land reclamation could not be obtained even if you propose it in person. It would require two-thirds of members from the Paradise Sept to vote to obtain approval! Who would be able to gain approval in this country?”
Conner answered, “There are still a few.”
“Are those even humans? They must be gods. Since they are gods, why do they need the approval still? I will humiliate her later. I will let her know that she is nothing without me!” said Nigel with contempt.