"Master, something bad has happened! A fleet has arrived at the port. They seem to be from White Wave Island!"

Upon hearing the news brought by the old butler, Mickey Gowen, the son of Willow Gowen, who was swinging his heavy sword, stopped practicing. A trace of panic flashed across his face, but he immediately forced himself to calm down.

Willow Gowen took his two younger brothers and followed Aish Mido north to the central Baltic Sea, and joined forces with Tone Sudin to compete with the Thirteen Parliaments for the central Baltic Sea region, leaving him alone to look after the house.

Mickey Gowan has been trained as the heir of Storm Island since he was a child. Although he is only sixteen years old, he already has some of Willow Gowan's style.

"Shalan Auglos will not attack. The Earl and my father told me that he is a cunning speculator. When the risks outweigh the benefits, he is just a hibernating bear. Let's go and meet this guy."

Handing the sword to a servant, Mickey Gowen changed into a formal dress and walked out. The Baltic nobles were indeed frugal, and this dress was a little faded, but it was Mickey Gowen's best one.

At the simple dock of Fengbo Island, the merchants all ran away when they heard that the fleet from White Wave Island had arrived. It was because Varean had killed so many people so cruelly last time that the reputation of White Wave Island in the Baltic Sea business circle was completely ruined.

"You must be Brother Willow's son, right? Come on, nephew, call me uncle."

Mickey Gowen looked at Xia Lan, who was only two years older than him and acted frivolously. After performing a noble salute, he said respectfully, "Uncle Xia Lan, I've heard of your name for a long time. I finally meet you today. I wonder what brings you to Fengbo Island?"

Xia Lan was stunned, but then she smiled and sighed that Willow Gowen had given birth to a good son who was flexible and adaptable. Such a smart person would kill the enemy with one blow, but could negotiate big business with friends.

"Uncle is here to do some business, nephew, you have to take care of him."

Mickey Gowen knew that a group of sea merchants were killed on White Wave Island and it was being isolated. Did it have to sell the goods on its own?

"Of course, you and my father are brothers, and I will definitely help if I can. But my father is not here, and I am the only one on the island, so I am afraid I cannot make the decision.

If you only have spices, even if I buy them, I may not be able to sell them. Both Bailang Island and Fengbo Island are mainly based on spices. If they rot in your hands, won't people say that you are forcing people to buy and sell, bullying the younger generation?

Uncle Xia Lan, you wouldn't do that, would you?

Looking at Mickey Gowen, who looked more and more pitiful as he spoke, Xia Lan swallowed the words "I am just here to force you to buy something".

In the previous life, those sea pirates all deceived others and themselves under the guise of free trade. I have just started my own business, so I cannot ruin my reputation. I can do the things, but I cannot talk about them, and I certainly cannot spread them.

"Hahaha... How could I possibly force you to buy or sell? Free trade, free trade, nephew. I heard that Brother Willow was fighting, so I rushed here to support him with his equipment. Bring the stuff up here."

The armor and weapons supported by the Thirteen Councils didn't even make it to White Wave Island. They were directly moved to the ship by the middleman Xia Lan, just for today.

When the wooden box was opened, the armor protected by magic was shining brightly, which immediately attracted Mickey Gowen's attention.

"Don't touch them yet. Are these sold as sets?"

Xia Lan stopped Mickey Gowen who was about to take action, leaned on the wooden box and smiled.

"A complete set?"

Xia Lan took out another bottle of brandy and handed it to Mickey Gowen, saying, "Brandy can not only be used as a Molotov cocktail for fire attacks, but it can also be used for disinfection. If you encounter a timid new recruit, drinking a bottle will definitely turn him into a battlefield warrior."

He then took out a ceramic wine bottle and said, "Tears of Blood, an exclusive secret recipe of the epic mage, Master Brewer Cathy. It's only available here. Just imagine... on the battlefield, your father holding a glass of red wine, holding a sword, commanding with such confidence, isn't that elegant?"

"White Wave Island's special spices. I know you brought them here specifically after forming an alliance with the Icelandic barbarians. They'll definitely tantalize their taste buds. Capturing their stomachs is like capturing their hearts. The flavor will last forever, and the alliance will be forever..."

"Look at this material. It was once used exclusively by the Zilaner royal family..."

"This kind of refined salt is rarely sold by merchants. Every grain is extracted by mages from the sea without nuclear pollution. If we hadn't robbed those sea jackals, you might not even have seen it..."

"Put sugar in your medicine when you're sick. Mom won't have to worry about you getting sick anymore because the medicine is sweet. Drink the medicine happily every day..."

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"Besides these, Uncle Xia Lan also wants to discuss a big business with you..."

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Xia Lan left, very happy, having earned three ships' worth of food, ready to move on to the next house to continue her sales pitch... Ugh!

The old housekeeper of the Gewen family looked at the pile of things in the hall and asked with a bitter face: "Master, the master is still fighting in the north. Food is becoming more and more important. This, this..."

Mickey Gowen said calmly: "Spread the news that after being isolated by the West Sea Chamber of Commerce, White Wave Island is selling looted items for food. We have collected some good items and are planning to organize an auction. As long as we don't disclose the price of these items, we can make a profit.

Although Xialan Augulus is insidious and cunning, his products are good, especially the tears of blood and brandy, which will surely be worth a lot in the future..."

Although the Baltic nobles lived a simple life, they were knowledgeable and could tell the difference between good wine and bad wine.

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On the Silver Deer, Arsen asked Xia Lan, who was feeling the sea breeze, "Did we sell the wine too cheaply?"

"It's as cheap as grandma's."

"Then we are at a loss, aren't we?"

Xia Lan smiled but said nothing, and just told Arsen a story:

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