Not long after nightfall, Muteste's silver-blue body hung diagonally in the eastern sky, and the moonlight shone like water.

The sea breeze howled, and heavy rain clouds seemed to have come out of nowhere, enveloping the port of Tulum in just a few breaths. The thick watery air filled the air, so fast that you didn't even have time to cover your ears, two lightning flashes, and before the thunder could come, the downpour was already howling.

Qiantan District, the most traditional wealthy settlement in Tulum Port.

Many years ago, when the port of Tulum was gradually transformed from a smuggling hub to a real city, the wealthy families from the island of Cassica built the first family forts in the gentle and beautiful foreshore area.

Over the past 100 years, these family forts have been gradually transformed and expanded, forming vast estates with many buildings.

The old house of the Kaban family was directly south of this extremely luxurious manor, near the beach, and there was a small hill on the left and right, on which a small tower was built more than sixty feet high.

Decades ago, more than a dozen artillery pieces were installed in these two small towers to defend the estate.

After the Empire annexed the port of Tulum, the artillery in these two small towers was removed, but the towers still housed elite gunners and archers, which were still an effective support point for the manor's protection.

In the ornately furnished, mostly decorated in black and red, the executives of the Kaban family are enjoying a delicious meal.

According to the tradition of Casica, dinner every day is a solemn ritual.

Everyone gathers here to exchange feelings, exchange experiences, discuss family affairs, and resolve conflicts and disputes between each other. All things, any privacy, no matter how small, can and must be brought to the table.

The dining table is the bond of the family connection, and the family members who hold the real power gather together to communicate with each other openly, eliminate any possible discord and misunderstanding between each other, and ensure that the family works together and moves forward.

The huge oak dining table has a bit of bump marks, and the years have left an indelible mark on it.

On the long dining table, sterling silver candlesticks are lined up, and large white candles with the thickness of an arm emit a bright light, illuminating the huge dining room, and also illuminating the large axes, heavy swords, shields and other displays hanging on the four walls of the restaurant.

The long head of the dining table, the high chairs were empty, and like the rest of the family, the head of the Carban family, Charon Rong Kaban, one of the seven-member committee of Tulum Port, was trapped in the town hall and did not return.

At the end of the long dining table, facing the chair that belonged to Charon, Garong Rong Kaban, the current family deacon of the Carban family in Tulun Port, Caron's own uncle, was sitting upright on the chair, very seriously with a wooden knife, picked up a small pinch of white-gold caviar, and carefully spread it on the white bread of goat's milk.

Garong wears the traditional costume of the indigenous people of Gasica.

Riding boots, hunting trousers, a large ancient belt inlaid with gold and jade, a white shirt made of muslin, a gray leather waistcoat, and two short scimitars hanging from their waists.

According to the tradition of Casica, the head of a family must be the one who is in the prime of life, ambitious, ruthless, and shrewd. Such a head of the family makes a plan, coordinates the program, and points out the direction of the family.

The deacon of the family must be a weather-tested, well-informed, sleek, treacherous and clever old man like Garong.

If a family is an army, the head of the family is the commander, and the family deacon is the staff officer. The commander can issue any order, and the staff officer is responsible for filling in the gaps so that they are executed more perfectly and in the interests of the family.

The table was full of delicacies.

White-gold caviar, pink foie gras, plump fresh oysters, precious sea fish soaked in red wine sauce...... There are also grilled buntings with a golden color and an attractive aroma, and wild ducks with a thick sauce and a strange shape......

The main attraction is the roasted whole lamb in the middle of the table.

A middle-aged man with a mustache grabbed a knife, cut off a large piece of lamb ribs, put it on the plate in front of him with a smile, and whistled proudly.

Garong raised his head and looked at the twelve clansmen sitting on either side of the table.

Three clansmen of nearly fifty years old and the same age as the head of the family, Charon, they wore large open collar placket gowns in the style of the Delen Empire, and the black dress style was thick and conservative, just like the feeling of the Delenn Empire.

Nine young people in their thirties and almost forty years old, they were dressed in small-necked tuxedos in the style of the Ice Sea Kingdom, and in terms of details, some gorgeous changes were made that are unique to the Gallic Republic.

This makes these tuxedos look lively, smart, and with a fancy taste that young girls appreciate more.

Not dignified enough, not traditional enough......

But to talk about tradition...... Garong looked down at the traditional Garcican costumes on his body, snorted softly, and the wooden knife in his hand used a little strength, and suddenly crushed several fish roe, and a fishy smell floated out.

Tradition, among the high-level members of the entire Kaban family, the only ones who are still willing to wear the traditional costumes of Garsica are Garong and a few other old guys.

These young people with real power in their hands, they are not even as good as those lowly family guards.

Ga Rong, who was in a bad mood, threw the goat milk bread in his hand on the plate, waved the wooden knife in his right hand, and knocked the red wine glass in front of him heavily, making a crisp sound of 'ding ding ding'.

The red wine glasses made of natural crystal are sparkling and beautiful.

But these red wine glasses made Garong's mood even worse.

When he was young, when he had dinner with his people, everyone used wine vessels made of bronze and silver. Each wine vessel has a very long history, and it is a good thing handed down from the ancestors, engraved with the glory of the family, and recorded the vicissitudes of the family.

These young people like these shiny fancy things.

Does this fresh product, bought at a high price from the United Kingdom of Nice, have the texture and sense of history of those bronze and silver wine vessels?

Twelve Kaban people who were laughing and chanting were letting go of their bellies to eat and drink, and at the same time put down the utensils in their hands and looked at the old man Garong solemnly.

Charon squatted in the town hall and couldn't come back, and Garong was the most authoritative person at the table.

A young man wearing a tuxedo, with long hair tied into a big ponytail at the back of his head, and a strong smell of perfume on his body, said with a smile: "Grandpa Garong, is there any arrangement?" ”

Ga Rong glanced at the juniors at the table one by one with deep eyes, and said in a deep tone: "The bloody witch of Casica has gone ashore, she has made a mess of Garsica Island, and the relatives on the mountain are complaining one by one. ”

"We can't let her mess up the port of Tulum." Garong said coldly: "So these days, you all settle down...... Your subordinates have also kept an eye on me, and they should be at ease, and don't cause trouble. ”

Garong sternly warned his juniors: "Remember one thing, in the slave trade in Tulun Port, our Kaban family owns more than seventy percent. And the witch, her attitude towards the slave trade, you know. If we hit her hand, we're in trouble, we're going to be in very much trouble. ”

Outside, the wind and rain were raging, the thunder roared, and the huge thunder exploded, causing the weapons and shields hanging on the walls of the restaurant to 'buzz' and resonate.

In the internal division of labor of the Kaban family, Shivad Rong Kaban, who was in charge of the slave trade, touched his beard and said solemnly: "Uncle Garong, don't worry, our latest slave hunting team that is going to return to Hong Kong will be in a month and a half. At that time, the female demon had already rolled back to her lair. ”

Coughing, Shivad said leisurely: "Actually, today, our Kaban family doesn't have to be so careful, right?" Even if the female devil holds military power, she is only a mere duke...... Your Highness ......"

Ga Rong waved his wooden knife: "Shut up, idiot. No matter how noble that His Royal Highness is, he is in the imperial capital; The female devil is on the island of Casica. If you make a mistake and let her seize the excuse, what happened to my Kaban family by the Imperial Army, will His Highness be angry with us afterwards? ”

"Don't you know the face of the nobleman?" Ga Rong said dissatisfiedly: "Even if His Highness really remembers our contributions over the years and avenged us afterwards...... Does it still mean anything to us? ”

Ga Rong drooped his eyelids and said gloomily: "The momentum is not right, I feel the danger." There was a greater danger than the time the empire annexed the port of Tulum forty years ago. ”

"Troops were sent to the town hall, and Charon was trapped inside, unable to even go home for dinner...... Even, I can't say a word. Ga Rong muttered: "Now we are also nobles of the empire, and we have no real evidence, so I am not afraid that her female demon will dare to plant false accusations." ”

"But remember, remember, the female devil is in the port of Tulun for a day, and she restricts her people, and she must not commit crimes, and she must not commit crimes."

"Honestly squatting at home." Ga Rong said in a deep voice: "Whoever dares to bring trouble to the family at this time, I will personally take action." ”

The twelve members of the Kaban family glanced at each other and nodded solemnly.

The bloody witch of Casica, how many natives of Gasica have been killed over the years. Even a big man like Shivad who had a head and face in the port of Tulum felt a chill in his heart when he thought of Duke Ross.

There was silence in the dining room for a while, and Shivad suddenly laughed: "However, Uncle Garong, the plan that His Highness mentioned before to form a marine unit in Tulun Port, as long as the matter is completed, our Kaban family can also have a few regular combat divisions......"

Garong's eyes flickered with a cold light, and he glanced deeply at Shivad, and gently waved the wooden knife in his hand.

"Shut up and eat...... If the plan is successful, perhaps, we can also replace the 'Rong' in the clan name with the more noble 'Feng'! ”

"When the time comes......"

With an indescribable smile of mystery on his face, Garong intoxicated himself stuffed a box full of caviar into his mouth.

"When the time comes!"

The twelve members of the Kaban family sighed intoxicated at the same time, smiling mysteriously.

'Boom, boom'!

The dull sound of cannon fire was heard, and the frantic screams and curses of the Kaban family and servants could be heard outside the dining room.