At the City Lord's Mansion, famous businessmen from Qin City came to the gate in carriages and gathered in groups of three or four.

"President Bran, please think of a solution quickly. The Codd family summoned us here with bad intentions."

"They are not the Code family at all. I've been to Blackwater Bay. The Code family's flag is the Black Snake, not the Blue Dragon."

"How about we go south? Everyone from the West Sea Chamber of Commerce has fled south. Although Ai Xi Mido is gone, the last of the noble bloodlines of the Baltic Sea are all there."

"Yes, old president, this family of Codd, whether true or not, once massacred merchants on Whitesea Island."

The old man who gathered the most people around him had white hair and beard, but few wrinkles on his face, and could be said to have a youthful face and white hair. His clothes were not embroidered with gold thread like the nouveau riche around him, but just a simple cotton robe. He walked with a black cane, looking kind and peaceful.

However, there was a strong man following behind Old Bu, wearing armor mixed with mithril and carrying a heavy sword made of black iron on his back, which made people dare not underestimate him.

"We're already here. What's the point of saying all this? Let's go meet that person."

After saying that, Bran walked into the city lord's mansion with the strong man beside him. Seeing this, a middle-aged man who was surrounded by merchants and whose number was second only to old Bran also followed.

This person's influence is also quite high. He is a strong contender for the vice-president of the Aegean Island Chamber of Commerce. His name is Jori and he is very respectful to Bran.

"President Bran, what do you think the people from the Cod family want from us?"

Old Bran's eyes turned serious, and he said as he walked:

"Of course we want benefits. We paid dividends to the previous lord and also to Tone Soutine. Now it's his turn."

"But the Code family hasn't been granted a title, and they're not even the lords of Aegean Island. Aren't they crossing the line by doing this?"

Old Bran looked at the middle-aged man helplessly, and sighed in his heart that he was still too young. These people came and collected taxes directly. Their intention was very clear, which was to become the new owner of this place.

In fact, Xia Lan's current identity is very awkward and neither right nor justifiable. If Zilan'er was not in such a mess now, no one would let him do this.

Instead of the traditional enthronement ceremony in the courtyard, he established a commune, which made people on the Aegean Island confused about what he was trying to do, even Xia Lan's men were confused.

Although they didn't say anything about the fact that Faox didn't implement the feudal system, they were still a little disappointed. What's the point of getting a title in name only for military merit?

But this was the king's will, and they dared not say anything. They were just a group of low-level bugs before, and it was already very good to have the opportunity to obtain an honorary title. Even Wodek and Varyan, who had noble blood, did not say anything, so what qualifications did they have.

When they entered the hall, Xia Lan was drinking tea inside. Without even looking at them, she said directly: "Good, kill all the remnants of Tone Soutine."

Bran was no longer as calm as before, and the octogenarian knelt down directly.

"Master, this is unjust. It was that cultist Tone Soutine who forced us to provide food and fodder to the rebels."

The people behind him also knelt down and cried out that they were wronged.

"Unjust? The Earl of Aegean Island died tragically, and not a single official or knight on the island was spared. Why are you still alive? What injustice have you suffered?"

"Master, the evil Tone Soutine wanted to transform us all into evil corpses, but you saved us. How could you have forgotten?"

Old Bran grabbed the strong man next to him who was trying to stand up, and said to Xia Lan with gratitude.

"Really? Why can't I remember?"

Xia Lan slapped her head, trying hard to remember the incident.

"Master, the epic battle outside the city was earth-shattering..."

A young wealthy merchant with gold rings on his hands was interrupted by Jory who came in with old Bran before he could finish his words.

"Master, to repay you for saving my life, I will give you a 40% dividend from the profits of the Aegean Island Chamber of Commerce."

Xia Lan seemed to have not remembered it yet. She drank two sips of tea and thought for a long time.

"Master, am I the kind of person who would repay a favor? But Master, I really can't remember."

"Sixty percent. The two above are both at this price."

Old Bran gritted his teeth and showed a heartbroken expression.

"Forget it, if I can't remember it, then forget it. Sune Soutine is a man who wants to make a revolution. How could he hurt his fellow countrymen? Forget it, forget it, Good!"

"Seventy percent, sir, you can't go too far."

"Oh, old man, the ground is cold, please get up quickly, I remember now, I remember everything.

There are six evil cults who want to do evil things. They want to transform you into evil corpses. How can Toné Soutine be your friend if he treats you like this?"

Xia Lan showed a look of sudden realization, put down her teacup, quickly helped everyone up, and invited them to take a seat.

In the hall, soldiers from the Dolon Legion brought several plates of raisins, wild fruits, etc. and placed them on the table, which made everyone look at each other in surprise. However, seeing that Xia Lan, the head seat, was eating with gusto, they did not think that it was a show of force to them.

"Please forgive me, the war in the Baltic Sea has just ended and supplies are scarce. Please overcome this."

Everyone nodded silently, but the young man who had just been talkative stood up, took off a gold ring from his hand and threw it on Xia Lan's desk.

"Master, if you need money, come to me. I'm not short of money. My father just died, and I'm in charge of all the money in my family. Just tell me how much you want."

The hall was eerily quiet. Old Bran held the bitten fruit in his hand and lay motionless with the flesh in his mouth.

"Okay, I like young people like you."

Xia Lan slapped the table, put the gold ring on the table into her pocket, walked quickly to the young man and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

"Robb."

"Good! Robb, you're very kind, but I won't take it either. If you have any requests, please tell me and I will definitely help if I can."

Robb scratched his curly hair, thought for a moment, and said, "Butler Fudou said that the people from the West Sea Merchants Guild have left, and the supply of goods has been cut off. I wonder if you could find some for them."

Old Bran's face changed. They were the ones who scared away the people from the West Sea Chamber of Commerce. What else could they do?

And even if the West Sea Chamber of Commerce was there, there would be nothing they could do as Zilaner was in chaos and the shipping routes were cut off.

He had just agreed so readily just to get this group of people who occupied the Baltic Sea on board. They would become the largest shareholders of the Chamber of Commerce, and there would be one more person to worry about.

Unexpectedly, Xia Lan's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, and she said to the merchants present: "Don't worry, I have a solution, but the people are not all here yet. Let's wait for your vice president, Mr. Boll..."

For some reason, Robb found that the hall had become colder, and he unconsciously pulled his clothes tighter to wrap himself more tightly.