In the silent hall, a man hurried in and met Xia Lan's cold gaze.

"Vice President Boll, you're so late. Is there a traffic jam?"

As if he really didn't understand what Xia Lan meant, Paul bent down and walked forward respectfully, nodding with a fake smile.

"Master, there are a lot of people."

Robb below laughed out loud, but after being glared at by old Bran, he immediately covered his mouth and dared not make another sound.

"What car did you take?"

Xia Lan leaned on the backrest and placed her hand on the Wind's Call, but Bol obviously didn't notice it and said with a little pride:

"The carriage was given to me personally by the head of the Qiongwen family in the parliament. It's not only engraved with magic circles, but also inlaid with gold..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Lan waved him to stop, then turned his gaze to Old Bran and asked in confusion: "Why didn't Tone Soutine kill this guy?"

"Vice President Boll gave half of his property to Tone Sudin, so he was let off."

After listening to Old Bran's explanation, Xia Lan nodded in sudden realization. She turned to Bol, who was still looking unhappy and hadn't let him sit down, and said, "Vice President Bol, I want the other half of your property. I wonder if you can give it to me."

"I'm afraid that won't work, sir. I've already written to Parliament, informing the thirteen marquises of your actions. I believe you'll soon receive an order from Parliament allowing you to return to Blackwater Island."

There was a hint of pride on Bol's face. He was afraid that Tone Sudin would sacrifice tens of thousands of people because of that madman. But if the Code family wanted to make a living in Zilaner, they had to be respectful to the parliament.

The two Blackwater Battles had drained the blood of the Blackwater Code, and even the rule of the Baltic Sea had to rely on the slave commune and the intellectual church.

In Boll's eyes, this was a manifestation of indigestion like a snake swallowing an elephant. Faced with a huge parliament, even if it was a parliament entangled by cultists, the Code family, with its unstable foundation, had to show some respect.

Xia Lan knew that she was indeed no match for the parliament, but she was a friend of the parliament.

Although Su Qiongwen didn't say anything before he hurried back to Zilaner Island, Xia Lan thought that she could help him take care of the unattended Baltic Sea. This was the self-awareness that a friend should have.

"Mr. Boll, before Marshal Qiongwen left, he asked me to take over the task of suppressing the cultists in the Baltic Sea. He has appointed me as the commander of the Baltic Bandit Suppression Commander. I may not have told you yet."

Boll was stunned. He didn't know what a bandit suppression commander was!

Commander! What kind of position is this? Could it be that he just came up with this idea on the spur of the moment?

"Marshal Qiongwen never told me about this."

Boll realized that he had done something stupid. These guys didn't seem to be the parliament's lackeys, nor were they afraid of the parliament. Moreover, they had swords in their hands and could say whatever they wanted.

"It's time now, Paul. Right now, the commander is short of military funds to suppress the cultists. Please donate some, it's not much, just donate all you have."

Xia Lan praised her own cleverness. In the past, her identity was unclear and she had no credibility in ruling the Baltic Sea. This was also the reason why the merchants from the Aegean Island did not pay a visit but waited and watched.

Although Tone Sudin was supported by a group of cultists, he also used the banner of revenge for the Zilaner royal family to let people know what he was doing, because it was all visible on his face.

I, Tone Sudin, am here to rule you. You only need to listen to my talk about revenge for the Zilaner royal family. After I defeat the parliament and become king, I will never forgive anyone who dares to mention this matter again.

If the route is unclear, there is nothing you can do!

Xia Lan slammed the table and stood up, startling Paul, who was sweating coldly.

However, the murderous intent in Xia Lan's eyes dissipated. Standing in front of the table, he drew out Wind's Call, glanced at everyone in the hall, and said directly:

"Everyone, now that the cultists of Zilaner Kingdom are rampant, it is time for us to fight. I hereby declare the establishment of Zilaner Kingdom's Baltic Sea War Zone. I, a humble person, have been chosen by Marshal Qiongwen of the Parliament to be the commander. Who is in favor, and who is against?"

Of course, no one objected. Even Robb, the rich second-generation, found this matter complicated. Old Bran sighed secretly. Another Tone Soutine. This Zilaner is finished...

Having someone pull Paul, who was lying limp on the ground, down, Xia Lan knew that if she wanted these cunning people to follow her, she had to make big promises.

“Everyone, I know you’ve been having some difficulties recently, but don’t worry, I’m here to solve the problem.

The cultists on Zilaner Island are causing chaos, and the route to the mainland is no longer safe. But this is not a crisis, but an opportunity!

Over the years, the West Sea Chamber of Commerce's stinking maritime drivers have thought they've taken advantage of us just because they have a few junky ships and a few sales channels. Therefore, we need to form our own fleet and take advantage of any disruption to the West Sea Chamber of Commerce's shipping routes to strike back."

"But Commander, the shipyards on Aegean Island can only build offshore fishing boats. Large ships must be purchased from Zilaner Island."

Jory asked in embarrassment.

Old Bran added, "Besides, the West Sea Chamber of Commerce is backed by the northern nations of the Western Continent. Even if we had ships, we couldn't use the Zilaner Island shipping route."

Unexpectedly, Xia Lan had already thought of this. He asked someone to bring a sea chart and pointed to Bailang Island and said, "Starting from here, following the Storm Sea, there is a safe route discovered by Kannepal Tifeng. We can directly reach Hailong City in the southern part of the Western Continent from here.

My fleet has arrived there and sailed south to the Wanshi Sea to the city-state alliance on the southwest peninsula.

We should have finished the purchase and returned now. There are plenty of slaves in the Golden Bay of the Southwest Peninsula, so I believe we will have no shortage of sailors.

Ladies and gentlemen, the bigger the waves, the more valuable the fish. Although the Storm Sea is dangerous, it also flows with gold coins."

After Xia Lan finished speaking, the hall suddenly exploded. Everyone looked at the sea chart with envy, as if they were looking at a peerless beauty. Even the eighty-year-old old Bran was breathing rapidly.

After the Stormfall incident, where in the sea is not dangerous? A sea that can be crossed is safe. Even if it is a stormy sea, if someone can sail through it intact, it is safe.

"But let's make it clear in advance that this fleet belongs to the commune, and everyone can only invest in it."

The people in the hall discussed it for a while, and finally Old Bran stood up and said, "If this route is true, we are willing to invest in it."

"Well, hopefully we can get out of the Baltic Sea and head towards the mainland!"

The atmosphere gradually became lively, and everyone was chatting and talking about everything. Although there was no alcohol or food, it was quite lively.

"well……"

As Xia Lan was talking, she suddenly sighed.

Old Bran was very tactful. He put down the wild fruit in his hand, stroked his beard and asked:

"Why does the commander sigh?"

Xia Lan wiped her moist eyes in self-blame, looked up at the sky and sighed.

“I hate it…”

The people in the hall stopped what they were doing and the scene became quiet instantly. Only Good, who was standing at the door, felt that the scene was a little familiar.