As night grew, the waves crashed against the sand and gravel on the shore.

The fortifications on the shore roared silently in the darkness like giant beasts.

Many years ago, it was nothing more than a huge desert island called Kul Tiras, and few outsiders had set foot on it except for the island's indigenous creatures.

But soon, when the first human fishermen arrived.

Kurtilas grew rapidly and soon became a city, the liveliest human city on the Endless Sea.

Gradually, city-states and powerful groups emerged. The four great families have seized the supreme power of the human race of Kurtiras, and they have united to establish the kingdom of Kul Tiras, at least as it is advertised to the outside world.

In fact, although Prodmore has the supreme power, the remaining three families have more power on the island than Prodmore combined.

It's not so much a kingdom as a city-state. Prodelmore was the largest city-state, and the remaining three families were similar to the three princes.

Internally, there was no king in Kurtilas, and the head of the Prodmore family called himself an admiral.

Externally, the most powerful Prodmore is the King of Kul Tiras, whom the three great families are willing to claim to the outside world.

Because if Kurtilas were not a kingdom, there would not be a king.

Then the other human kingdoms will always have ambitions for Kurtilas, and Kurtilas without a king will always be vulnerable when facing the officials of other kingdoms.

For the common good, Kurtilas must have a king.

As the most powerful of the four major families, Prodmoor naturally has always been the royal family that Kurtilas claims to the outside world.

Within Kul Tiras, the four families are almost equal in status. Prodmoor, the so-called royal family of Kul Tiras, is only kings when it is declared to the outside world.

This is a secret that everyone in the Kul Tiras elite knows, but everyone hides is not a secret.

Most of the higher-ups of the other human kingdoms also knew about it, but it was useless to know, Kurtilas just insisted that they were a kingdom.

It is equal to other human kingdoms, and cooperation in diplomacy and military is also cooperation between kingdoms.

And not the cooperation of ordinary human forces and kingdoms.

Given the extremely powerful navy of Kurtiras, and the unity of the people within the island nation.

Over the centuries, other human kingdoms have gradually recognized the independence and status of Kurtilas.

Gradually, the inhabitants of other human kingdoms outside also believed that Prodmore was the king of this island nation.

Due to the fact that the influential Zandala in the Endless Sea has not yet opened its port, the foreign trade business of Kurtilas has also been affected in recent months.

The number of ships sailing on the Strait of Tiragad was a little smaller, and at night it was even more depressed.

Bullares was silent in the night, with the occasional small cargo ship docking at the shore and bringing boxes of strange goods into the docks.

In the quiet busyness, a light wooden cargo ship slowly leaned against the shore, and from the outside it looked no different from other cargo ships.

The guards did not pay much attention to the ship, and after a while of looking at the shore, they went elsewhere.

In fact, even if they cared, it was useless to go down and check it out.

The eldest lady of the Ashvan family, the new patriarch of the Ashvan family, is waiting on the shore.

She wouldn't allow the guards to inspect the wooden ship, which was occupied by her esteemed guests.

"Are they coming?" Priscilla Ashvan whispered to the faithful butler beside her.

Priscilla Ashfan, who had just taken over the power of the family, was the youngest of the patriarchs of the four major families.

Younger than the Broadmoor family's Dalin, she wasn't even married. And Dai Lin gave birth to a son last year.

The old butler, who was full of gray hair, had bent waist, and had a white beard, had a worried look in his eyes: "Master." Look at the flag on the bow of the ship, the guests have already arrived. But the host ......"

"No but! Jack! Priscilla Ashvan was impressed by the old butler's dissuasion, and she knew what the butler would say next, for she had heard it so many times in all this time.

"Jack! You don't know what we can get?! We get a lot, much more than we give. ”

"My father taught me many years ago!"

"My father said: A kind of business, when the capital is only half of the profit, it is a good business. When the capital is only 110% of the profit, this is a business that can be risked to go to the risk. When the capital is only a negligible 1%, this is a business that can be done even at the risk of the destruction of the family!! ”

"The business in front of me is such a business."

"Do you think I'm going to do it?"

Old Jack's butler was silent.

Priscilla Ashvan is right, and the spirit of adventure has always been Ashvan's ethos.

Being more willing to take risks than the other three families is a trait of Ashvan.

This also makes the Ashvans a symbol of the wealth of Kurtilas, the richest and richest of the four families.

The people of Kul Tiras often say that "Prodmore is in charge of sailing for the country, and Ashvan is in charge of earning money for himself".

The old butler finally struggled to mention Miss Priscilla Ashfan's fiancé, a member of the Stoxon family, another of the four great families of Kul Tiras.

"Shall the Lord be informed...... then?" said the old butler.

Hearing the butler mention her fiancé, Priscilla Ashvan hesitated.

Her fiancé was a prominent member of the Stozon family, a husband whom her father had personally chosen for him.

The four major families are closely intermarried, and they have long been relatives of each other for so many years.

The union of members such as Priscilla Ashfan and Stothon is also one of the traditions within the four families.

Priscilla was very pleased with her future husband, strong and handsome, erudite and versatile.

She used to love him a lot.

That's right, before.

Now she feels that she has a better pursuit, not a better husband's pursuit.

It's the quest for a better future.

"I've always emphasized, don't let him know!" Priscilla Ashvan said to her old butler. "His relationship with Dalin is so good! If he knows, it means that Daylin knows. ”

"Jack, shut up. I order you to get home at once, it's none of your business here. Priscilla gave the eviction order.

The old housekeeper had no choice but to leave.

And after he left.

Priscilla Ashvan held back her joy and excitement and went out herself.

Priscilla stopped in front of the ordinary, but waiting wooden ship with her secret flag.

After making sure that there was no one on the left and right, she took two cronies nervously on the boat.

On board.

She met the guests she wanted to meet.

Green-skinned guests.