When Thomas Sudin heard Xia Lan's words, he was so scared that he almost covered his mouth. This time, not only the Sudin family came, but also other families of the Thirteen Councils. What would they think if they heard it?

I treat you as a brother, but you want to be my father!

"Of course White Wave Island doesn't belong to the Sudin family, but to the Zilaner Kingdom."

Thomas Sudin felt that Xia Lan was not easy to deal with. He just wanted to tell him that White Wave Island used to belong to the Sudin family, and that the Code family occupied it. Wasn't that a sign of something? He didn't expect him to be so fierce.

"Your Excellency, the Envoy, we are all from the Zilaner Kingdom. How can we divide what's yours and what's mine? This is disrespectful to the Zilaner Kingdom!"

Thomas Sudin saw how loyal Xia Lan was to the Zilan Kingdom and didn't want to get entangled with him. He just wanted to complete the transaction quickly and leave. It would not be fun if Aish Mido discovered that they had entered the southern Baltic Sea.

In order to win over the Code family this time, the Thirteenth Council not only stopped holding them accountable for seizing White Wave Island and joining forces with Ash Mido to ambush the Nine Demons Fleet, but also fulfilled all the ransom conditions given by Xia Lan.

In addition, they also sent armor and weapons that could arm 3,000 people, three stone soul grasses, three magic cores of fourth-level monsters, and a high-level magic crystal.

What Xia Lan valued most was the high-level magic crystal. Although the Silver Deer was a high-level alchemical rune ship, it required at least a seventh-level magician to drive the rune sails and defensive barriers on it. With this high-level magic crystal, it was enough to explore new routes.

Seeing the nearly 6,000 people including slaves and captives' families huddled on the ship, Xia Lan's eyes became even redder with excitement. The Thirteen Councils were so rich that he really wanted to fly a pirate flag and make a killing from them.

Although the resources needed for the current development of the Kingdom of Faox were almost sufficient with the supplies left by Tone Sudin and the various goods looted from the sea merchants, Xia Lan still couldn't help it.

The slaves tied with hemp ropes were driven off the ship. Xia Lan asked Varean to lead people to check it out personally. After confirming that everything was correct, he handed over more than a dozen high-level prisoners of the Nine Demon Fleet.

Thomas Sudin frowned when he saw the two purple golds that were crippled by Xia Lan, but didn't say anything. After all, they were not from the Sudin family, so they were crippled. The Thirteen Councils were not harmonious either, and there were many open and secret struggles.

The transaction was completed quickly, and even the captured sixth-level old wizard delivered the Stone Soul Grass and Magic Stone he had agreed to.

The fleet of the Thirteenth Council was like a courier, leaving quickly after delivering the items. Xia Lan waved goodbye.

Of course, before leaving, Xia Lan gave each of the dozen or so mages who built Bailang Island a bag of Bailang Island specialty spices, and gave the reward package to the sixth-level old wizard in a fair and open manner. However, the package also contained spices. The stone soul grass that Xia Lan promised had long been returned by the old wizard as ransom for his staff.

After leaving Brownsea Island, Weining Paro approached Thomas Sudin and said solemnly:

"I've been on White Wave Island for more than ten days and I've discovered that this group of people isn't like the Blackwater Code. They're not simple people. We must crush them to death while they're still weak."

Thomas slowly opened a bottle of red wine, leisurely sat on a chair on the deck, and said nonchalantly: "No matter who he is, even if he is a lunatic supported by the Storm Church, as long as he opposes Ash Mido, he is our friend.

I have spread the word that we are going to Brownsea Island, and we will see what Ash Meadow will do."

"But...but this group of people is a little different."

Weining Paro wanted to say something else, but Thomas said impatiently: "Weining, you should think about how to explain to the parliament the destruction of the Nine Demon Fleet.

Even if White Wave Island is occupied by a group of people of unknown origin, once we kill those two guys, Ash Mido and Tone Soutine, they will vomit out double what they eat."

"You'll regret this!"

Weining Paro said this and turned away.

"Hmph, so what if I'm the eldest son, so what if I'm the heir to the Paro family? I was still completely annihilated. Weining Paro, I'm the supreme commander of this fleet now, and you... hmph!"

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At the dock, the captured soldiers of the Nine Demon Fleet were looking for their families who had been sent there. Many of them cried bitterly, which made many lonely knights and militia groups silent.

They used to be the scum of the bottom of Hailong City. They only found a place to stay after following Xia Lan through the storm to find Bolavis, but their families were no longer there.

"Catch him!"

"Ah! This little brat bit my hand!"

"Idiot, give me some extra training later!"

A riot suddenly broke out among the slaves, but it was quickly suppressed. A red-haired boy wearing blue-patterned armor came out, escorting a boy of similar age to him.

"Storm Knights Rowe have captured the rioters."

Seeing the person coming, Xia Lan subconsciously looked at Varian, and found that there was no expression on his face, and he couldn't help but reveal a strange smile on his face.

After Luo Wei's sister was taken away by He Li for treatment, the young man stayed in the Storm Knights and did not look for Varyan, which disappointed Xia Lan who wanted to watch the fun.

"Sir, let's see what's going on."

Seeing that Xia Lan was always looking at him, Varyan couldn't help but remind him.

The people around him also looked at Varean strangely, except for the two parties involved who seemed to have heard what happened.

At Varyan's reminder, Xia Lan shifted his gaze to the instigator of the whole incident, a rebellious purple-haired boy with purple eyes and a naked upper body covered with scars.

"Purple-haired...Icelandic barbarians? What did Zilaner send us?!"

Xia Lan looked at the group of slaves carefully again and found that there were only a dozen with purple hair. She breathed a sigh of relief. The barbarians in Iceland were notoriously difficult to manage, and violence was naturally in their blood.

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