"If the port terminal could be moved, I wouldn't even want the Code family's knowledge inheritance."

The fleet loaded with cargo finally left the port. The poorly dressed people on the deck did not seem reluctant to leave White Wave Island, as they were originally brought here as slaves.

Frederick looked at Varian and said, "We still have a Black Water Mist. If those guys don't behave, we can kill them as a warning to them. Your Majesty's support should arrive soon."

"You should also be careful. Recently, all the pirates in the southern seas have been organized by a pirate named Blackbeard."

Varyan patted Frederick on the shoulder and reminded him that all the pirates in the southern Baltic Sea had been surrounded and wiped out by the nobles of Cold Moon Island led by Count Ashe Mido. The sudden appearance of Blackbeard this time was very strange.

Frederick just nodded. Compared to some pirates, he was more worried about Brownsea Island. The situation here was more troublesome than he had imagined. Not to mention the southern nobles, those sea merchants who always showed weakness were the most troublesome.

They refused to leave and were still very powerful. Recently, they secretly poached the people of Bailang Island. If it weren't for Carmenla's high prestige here, the situation might have been even more chaotic.

Frederick turned to board the ship, but after thinking for a moment, he turned to Varian and said, "If it's possible, would you like to sacrifice yourself?"

Varean gave a bitter laugh. "She's too arrogant. I can't control her."

What Frederick meant was that he wanted Valerian to marry Carmenla, not because of love, but for politics.

Kamenla has prestige on Brownsea Island, and Varen has noble blood. Only in this way can they better rule Brownsea Island.

In the world of the atrium, blood determines everything. Even if Carmenla drives out Tone Sudin on his own, the nobles of the Poro Islands will not accept this commoner ruling Whitesea Island, and what comes will not be an envoy, but an army.

But they could still accept a noble marrying a commoner. After all, many lords here were bastards whose mothers had no noble blood.

After seeing Frederick off, Varian returned to the castle and met with the maritime merchant representatives again.

After some meaningless formalities, the wealthy, richly dressed man said respectfully, "Sir, as long as you allow us to continue to hold the monopoly on grain, everything else can be negotiated. After all, not every island has a port as well-equipped as yours."

"Of course, you can transport as much food as you want to White Wave Island."

Varean nodded without hesitation, but the wealthy man could still hear the perfunctory tone in his response.

"Sir, for the sake of our friendship, we are willing to give you a dwarf who is proficient in blacksmithing."

Hearing this condition, Varyan became serious and called the wealthy man's name and said: "Xiping'er, times have changed.

Brownsea Island is no longer ruled by Tone Soutine, but by me! Varian Code and the Code family.

Although the Code family was jointly driven out by the Tudor Kingdom and the Tilan Kingdom, we still have the noble Blackwater bloodline. Four of my ancestors served as prime ministers of the Tudor Kingdom, and seven served as marshals of the Tudor Kingdom!

My father, Dore Kord, launched the First Battle of the Blackwater to rebel against the Mad King's tyranny.

In the Second Battle of Blackwater, he served as the Field Marshal of the Kingdom of Tiran and was known as the Unyielding!

Do you think the noble Cod family will be ostracized by the nobles here like that illegitimate son of the Sudin family? I tell you, no!

In the past, you were able to monopolize the food on White Wave Island because the ruler here was Tone Sudin, a man of impure blood whose blood was filled with stench and who was ignored by everyone.

And facing the noble Code family, even if I give you the monopoly of food, can you withstand the dissatisfaction of those who lick the Blackwater bloodline?

Xipinger, even if the Baltic Sea is far away from the Middle-earth Continent, you, a humble merchant, should always remember:

The blood of sea lions is filled with stench, while the blood of nobles is filled with fragrance..."

Xiping'er, who had been so graceful just now, no longer had any arrogance. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, sweating profusely, and did not dare to look up at Varyan, who was full of aristocratic arrogance.

After all, this is the world of the nobility...