"Ionia has not been a hundred times, and fifty times? What's the point?" Barr asked back, his eyes still moving back and forth in Planck and Miss Doom. "I believe that no one here wants to get into the mess of Ionia? I heard that Kalma is back again, and this is going to fight again. So, I think we still..."

"This time it's different, it's completely different." The old man, who was probably the leader of all the old guys, interrupted Barr. He looked at everyone and paused before saying, "I think there is one thing you don't know yet. Last month, the War Academy sent an ultimatum that we could merge into the Supreme Council by ourselves within one month, otherwise they would take over Bilgewater by force."

"Warning over Bilgewater? Oh my God, are they crazy? The MPs who knew they had been sitting in the dark room all day to discuss bad ideas." Barr laughed disdainfully, making the scar on his face even more ferocious. "If you have the ability, let them come. I want to see if they have the life to pass through the Storm Strait and try my uncle Barr's strong ship and cannon."

Finally, Barr harassed the black rock wooden chairperson table with great irritation, and the dust on the table flew up.

"Okay, Barr, be quiet, do you have muscles in your head?" Planck tapped the hard table with his knuckles and looked at the leader of the older generation. "Dad Ferguson, it's not the first time that the Council has tried to put pressure on us, and as far as I know, the new Speaker Lalivash is not a militant. Do you think they are really determined this time?"

"If it were five years ago, no, even if the Council said this a year ago, I would have been able to laugh, but now..." The old guy called Father Ferguson sighed, his wrinkled forehead was twisted even more deeply because of his age. "Since the Battle of Burning City that shocked the continent a year ago in Freljord, the two strongest city-states in Valorland, Macia and Noxus, were both seriously injured. It would be impossible to cause any more trouble in a few years. In addition, the situation on the entire continent has stabilized after the Parliament's operations over the past decade, so they are fully capable of freeing up their hands to deal with us. After all, Bilgewater is a real piece of fat."

As Dad Ferguson said this, everyone fell silent, and even the most irritable Barr frowned and let go of his fists.

Everyone here understands one thing: why Bilgewater has the current prosperity and the current power and status.

It's all because of freedom and disorder.

If the Supreme Council really wants to intervene strongly, there will be no way to talk about freedom and disorder. They will lose everything they are now, and Bilgewater, a land where their ancestors have lived for countless generations, will also lose its former glory.

Although the word glory is just a political need that they linger in words most of the time.

But it still exists.

In the heart of every Bilgewater person.

Although everyone here has been contemptuous about League of Legends and the Supreme Council, it is all because they know that the Council has not yet made all efforts. How could an organization that can conquer lands several times larger than Bilgewater, stop on a small island?

Now, they really have to do their best.

"We have the most powerful naval fleet in the entire Seven Seas." Barr said with some luck.

Bilgewater does have a permanent naval fleet. It has the most advanced ships, the most powerful artillery, and the most brave sailors. They can be said to be invincible in the sea, but...

"Our opponents have an entire continent," Planck and Miss Doom said almost at the same time.

This time, the two of them had a tacit understanding. However, after they finished speaking, they immediately glared at each other.

"It's right." Father Ferguson nodded and narrowed his eyes. "And, on the island, there are already countless eyeliners belonging to the War Academy and other forces. Just last month. I have cleared out 130 spies, thirteen large forces, including the Equestrian Chamber of Commerce."

Equestrian Chamber of Commerce, the entire Bilgewater can rank among the top ten large chambers of commerce.

No wonder I didn’t see the old man who likes to chatter the most today.

Planck thought this way and slowly glanced around everyone.

His thoughtful eyes made everyone present move their butts involuntarily.

"Are you suspicious of us?" Barr, who had the most irritable temper, couldn't help but speak. He hammered the table hard again, as if encouraging others to speak.

"Okay, don't have internal strife before the fight started." Father Ferguson coughed, "Except for Equestrian, that guy is an outsider, everyone here is locals, and you have no problem."

Although he said so, his eyes were still clearly scrutinized when he looked at everyone.

No one here can get into this position, so naturally they all understand one thing. Whether it is a local or an outsider, everyone has a price.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire conference room became even more awkward.

"So, it is imperative to form an alliance with Ionia?" After a long time, Miss Doom finally couldn't stand this dullness and broke the silence.

"If you confront me head-on, you will not be sure." Dad Ferguson said, pounding the table, "So, if we can gain Ionia's support and we form a horn, there may be a chance. Of course, the premise is to drag them out of the quagmire of war first."

"This is not a simple thing. We may be dragged into an endless war of attrition at any time." Barr obviously disagreed. His irritable temper seemed to not allow him to make other choices other than facing the front. "At that time, those bastards in the Supreme Council take advantage of the situation and we will really become turtles in the jar."

"That's better, you'll definitely lose, or..." Planck sneered, "Bar, you're used to living a good life, and you don't dare to gamble?"

"You..." Barr was so shocked by Planck's words that he stood up.

"So Planck, do you agree?" Ferguson's father didn't go to Libar, but just knocked on the table coldly.

"Agree, why not?" Planck nodded. At the same time, he raised his middle finger provocatively at Barr.

"I agree, too." Miss Doom did not sing the opposite tune with Planck this time.

"Bal?" Father Ferguson turned his eyes to the angry scar man.

"Hmph—" Barr groaned and sat back again, which was considered a default.

"Very good...so..." Ferguson nodded and was about to make a final decision.

"Ku tuk--" At this moment, a sudden knock on the door interrupted him.

I saw a young man in a special uniform standing awkwardly beside the black rock wooden door open with a hint of embarrassment, looking at the big guys in the conference room.

"What's the matter?" Ferguson's eyes twitched, and he hated being interrupted.

"Mr. Ferguson, Miss Anne has been waiting for a long time. His housekeeper said..." the young man replied cautiously.

He clearly remembered that a bad guy was thrown into the sea to feed the sharks at night because he interrupted Ferguson's enthusiastic speech.

"I understand, you bring her here." Ferguson calmed down his tone and tried his best to send the young man away.

"Miss Anne?" Planck repeated the name and looked at Ferguson.

Miss Anne...

Anne.

For some reason, Chen Senran felt a thrill in his heart when he heard this obviously strange name.

"Yeah, Anne, Gregory Hasta's daughter, the sole heir of the Gray Order," replied Father Ferguson, "We are helping her find someone on the condition of the Gray Order friendship. Although the Gray Order does not even have a seat in Valorand, at this time, we need help from all sides, and I heard that she is very close to the Holy Alliance."

The Holy Alliance, Valoran's strongest three men led the establishment of the block.

The portion is very heavy.

"Oh..." Planck said with an oh. He stood up from his position with some interest, "If you want to form an alliance, please help me, Dad, take the lead first."

He is leaving.

Chen Senran had to keep up, although he wanted to stay and meet Miss Anne very much.

"Yeah, let you know next time." Father Ferguson did not stay at Planck either.

Seeing that the meeting was over, the others stood up and prepared to leave.

"Oh. By the way, Planck, I heard that there was a new man on your boat who was rescued by falling into the water?" Ferguson suddenly called Planck, and he glanced at Chen Senran. "Is that just him?"

"Yes, what? Do you think the person they are looking for is him?" Of course Planck had known about the search for people for a long time, "He was rescued by me a few days ago, and was called blind Jack."

"Oh, Jack, that's not the case. That person is named Chen Senran. He fell into the water several months ago. Calculate the time. If he were alive, he would have lived in Bilgewater for a long time." Ferguson murmured and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Chen Senran has something to do.

At that moment, he almost froze in place.

Chen Senran...

Chen Senran?

Chen Senran.

Chen Senran, Chen Senran, Chen Senran!!!

These three people echoed in Chen Senran's ears countless times.

Someone... is looking for me.

This idea made him completely unaware of what to do.

Actually, someone knows who I am?

His breathing was rapid in an instant.

But he quickly suppressed all his abnormalities again.

He cannot be exposed.

He could feel Planck's gaze sliding across his face.

Do you doubt it?

"Dear Captain, is there bacon on my face?" Chen Senran smiled and immediately followed Planck's pace.

"Oh, no, I just think you're great, really." Planck smiled and walked down the steps, turning his face to Miss Doom on the side, "Oh, seriously, Sarah, thank you for not slapping me in the face today."

"Hmph, I'm just for Bilgewater." Miss Doom shook her head with great shame and left her bright red hair to Planck.

"For Bilgewater, hahahahahaha." Planck laughed as he repeated the sentence.

Chen Senran kept thinking about what happened just now in his mind.

So much so that he didn't notice at all. Not far behind him, a girl with pink hair was staring blankly at his back.

"Xiao Sensen..." It looked like some kind of dreamy talk.

"Okay, Miss, you must have missed too much." The housekeeper and coachman on the side interrupted the girl's trance and signaled her to go to the conference room. (To be continued...)

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