At the Bailang Island Pier, the waves are surging and the tide is surging.

Under the gloomy sky and drizzling rain, four large ships sailed into the port and docked at the deserted pier.

"Hey! Chekhov, it seems you've done well, now that you have such a good outfit."

Wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, Kahneman and his men met Chekhov who was getting off the boat to put down the ladder. The two men hugged each other tightly, and the armor on both sides made a metallic collision sound.

After not seeing each other for just over half a month, the temperaments of both men had changed drastically. Chekhov had a more powerful and murderous aura, while Kahneman had a more cold and murderous aura.

Ever since arriving on Brownsea Island, Kahneman has been killing people. Together with Frederick, he killed the remnants of Toné Soutine, together with Carmenla, he killed the ruffians who were trying to take advantage of the situation, together with Wodeck, he killed the remnants of the sea merchants, and together with Varean, he killed the dishonest and ambitious people...

Although Varian had not written to tell Xia Lan about the situation on White Wave Island, Tone Sudin had been exploiting White Wave Island day after day for ten years, and his tentacles had already spread to every corner of White Wave.

Kahneman participated in the design of attracting all of Tone Soutine's backbones to the castle, and after solving the problem with a black water mist, he was responsible for the subsequent task of clearing out his minions. He was also the main force in killing the maritime merchants.

"I didn't expect you to break through to the extraordinary level."

Looking at the armor that looked better than his own made of blue steel, Chekov knocked on Kahneman's chest and sighed.

"Of course, I also want to save face, so I broke through easily."

In fact, Kahneman's breakthrough was a life-or-death experience. When he was besieging the underground forces of Bailang Island, he was almost killed by the "underground emperor" of this small island with only 4,000 people. Fortunately, he survived because of a breakthrough during the war with Red Worm.

"This one is mixed with gold, snow, silver and iron. It's much better than your rags."

Seeing that Chekhov was staring at his equipment, Kahneman also showed off the golden armor he had stripped from the corpse of the merchant guard, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

Mixed with exotic gold? Isn't it just a set of armor made directly with exotic gold?

But this was not the time to think about these things. He still had a mission to do. He retracted his gaze, set up the ladder, and welcomed Xia Lan and others down.

"Long time no see, Kahneman."

"His Majesty!"

Kahneman saluted respectfully and stepped forward to greet Xia Lan and others who were getting off the boat.

"Call me a special envoy here. The Kingdom of Bolavis and Faox cannot be exposed yet."

"yes."

Seeing that Kahneman had become somewhat mature, Xia Lan did not feel relieved, but sad. This man was once a chatterbox as famous as Chekhov.

Only after experiencing the separation of life and death can one become like this, Xia Lan thought.

Seeing that he only brought a few soldiers to greet him, Xia Lan asked, "Where are Varyan and the others?"

"For some reason, Count Ash Mido of Frostmoon Island seemed to know of your arrival and brought the nobles from the southern Baltic Sea here yesterday. Baron Varian and his men are currently dealing with the situation in the castle."

Xia Lan frowned, thinking that Ai Xi Mido, who was able to unite the chaotic southern Baltic Sea, was indeed no simple man. He could actually do this. Was he preparing to give him a warning?

It was still Charles who stayed behind, while Xia Lan led his men directly to the castle. This time, they not only brought the sailors who had learned to sail and were incorporated into the Blackwater Fleet, but also fifty fully armored militia soldiers and all thirty-two members of the Knights Templar.

Volor held a spear and Good held a hammer, and the two of them walked side by side to clear the way, and they arrived at the Lord's Castle of Whitesea Island in such a grand manner.

On the flat ground outside the castle, Red Bug, covered in crimson armor, led three hundred soldiers in a confrontation with an army of more than three thousand people.

In the drizzle, both sides lined up quietly. There was no noise, only the "whooshing" sound of the wind blowing through the armor.

"Wodeck has trained his soldiers well. They have some of the style of the Tudor Black Dogs."

He Li, who was beside Xia Lan, couldn't help but admire the three hundred soldiers who remained calm in the face of enemies that outnumbered them several times.

“Ahem…”

When Kahneman heard this, he suddenly started coughing. Chekhov beside him asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Did you catch a cold from getting caught in the rain?"

“No…no.”

Kahneman quickly waved his hands, trying hard to hide the embarrassment on his face.

"Forget it. Those are just ordinary people who haven't learned the breathing method. Gonorrhea is not good for them. Good, take your people to replace them."

After Xia Lan left Good and fifty accompanying militia soldiers behind, he and the Knights did not enter the castle, but walked directly past the castle gate and headed towards a hill on White Wave Island.

Good didn't care where Xia Lan was going, he just followed orders.

"Form a formation and garrison!"

The militia marched in neat formation, stepping on the nodes and walking to the front of the 300 armored soldiers led by Red Worm.

These were selected from the patrols that cleared out the monsters around Dawn City every day. With the abundant monster meat and the instruction of gold and silver warriors like Kannepal, they were considered the most elite warriors of Faox since the Knights.

"Shield raised!"

boom!

A shield wall was erected, spears pierced through the gaps between the shields, and a steel fortress stood in front of the red worms. This movement also caused a commotion among the coalition forces composed of nobles from the southern Baltic Sea, but the noise was quickly suppressed by the leading general.

Red Worm and Kahneman led their men into the simple military camp beside the castle to shelter from the rain.

"Speaking of which, today's drill was just like the real thing. I wonder where Commander Wodek found all that armor for the extras this time."

After returning to the barracks and looking at the militia that replaced them, the soldiers who had just been so cold-faced all started talking.

"It's a pity that my brother can't be an extra today, otherwise he could earn a dozen copper coins."

"It's raining today, maybe I'll get gonorrhea."

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