Not long after nightfall, Muteste's silver-green body hung obliquely in the sky to the east, and the moonlight shone like water all things.

The sea breeze roared, and the heavy rain clouds seemed to be created out of nothing. In just a few breaths, Tulun Port was covered. The rich water and fishy smell filled the air, so fast that it was too late to cover your ears. Two lightning flashed by, and before the thunder could be heard, the pouring rain had already roared down.

Qiantan District is the most traditional settlement of wealthy people in Tulun Port.

Many years ago, when Tulun Port gradually transformed from a smuggling gathering place to a real city, the wealthy families from Jiasica built the first family fortresses in the gentle and beautiful Qiantan area.

Over the past hundred years, these family fortresses have been gradually transformed and expanded, forming manors with vast land and numerous buildings.

The old house of Kaban's family is just south of this extremely luxurious manor, facing the beach, with a small hill on each side, and a small tower of more than 60 feet high was built on it.

Decades ago, more than a dozen cannons were installed in these two small towers to protect the manor.

As time passed, after the empire annexed Tulun Port, the artillery in these two small towers was removed, but elite gunmen and archers were still stationed in the tower, which was still an effective support point for the protection of the manor.

The restaurant is decorated in gorgeously decorated with black and red colors, and the senior executives of the Kaban family are enjoying delicious meals.

According to the tradition of Jiasica, every day dinner is a serious ceremony.

Everyone gathers here to exchange feelings, exchange experiences, discuss family affairs, and resolve conflicts and disputes. All matters, any privacy, and any matters, must be taken to the dining table to discuss.

The dining table is the bond of family connection. Family members holding real power gather together to communicate with each other openly, eliminate any possible conflicts and misunderstandings between each other, and ensure that the family works together and strives forward.

The huge oak dining table has a bit of bumpy marks, and time has left an indelible mark on it.

On the long dining table, sterling silver candlesticks lined up in a row, white candles as thick as arms emitted a bright light, illuminating the huge restaurant and illuminating the display items such as axes, heavy swords, shields, etc. hanging on the four walls of the restaurant.

The head of the long dining table and the high backrest chair were empty. Like the other families, the head of the Kaban family, Charon Jong Kaban, one of the seven-member committees of Tulum Port, was also trapped in the city hall and could not come back.

At the end of the long dining table, facing the backrest chair belonging to Charon, Garong Rong Kaban, the current family deacon of the Kaban family in Tulum Port, Charon's uncle sat upright on the chair, and carefully used a wooden knife to pick up a small pinch of platinum caviar and carefully applied it to the white bread of goat milk.

Garong wears traditional costumes of the natives of Jiasica.

Horse boots, hunting pants, ancient large belts inlaid with gold and jade, white shirt made of fine cotton, gray leather vests, and two short scimitars hanging around their waists.

According to the tradition of Jiasica, the head of a family must be the middle-aged and vigorous, ambitious, the most ruthless and smartest. Such a head of a family must formulate plans, coordinate programs, and point out the direction of the family's progress.

The deacon in the family must be an old man like Ga Rong who has experienced many years of hardships, knowledgeable, smooth-witted, and cunning.

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 checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, so that these orders can be executed more perfectly and more in line with the interests of the family.

The dining table was filled with delicious food.

Platinum caviar, pink foie gras, plump fresh oysters, precious sea fish soaked in red wine sauce... and golden color and radiant grilled bunny with tempting fragrance, applied thick juice, and arranged into a strange-shaped marinated duck...

The most attractive thing is the roasted whole lamb in the middle of the dining table.

The golden roasted whole lamb was crawling on the huge sterling silver plate. A middle-aged man with a mustache grabbed the knife and cut off a large piece of lamb ribs. He put it on the plate in front of him with a smile, and whistled proudly.

Ga Rong raised his head and looked at the twelve tribesmen sitting on both sides of the dining table.

The three tribesmen, who are about fifty years old, wore a big, wide-open-necked dress with a wide neckline in the style of the Delun Empire. The black dress was thick and conservative, just like the feeling of the Delun Empire. When wearing this dress, people seemed to have turned into a hill and stood there.

Nine young people in their thirties and nearly forty years old were wearing small-collar tuxedoes in the style of Ice Sea Kingdom. In terms of details, they made some gorgeous changes unique to the Gallic Republic.

This makes these tuxedoes look lively and lively, and bring a more fancy flavor that young girls appreciate.

Not solemn enough, not traditional enough...

But to talk about tradition... Garong looked down at the traditional Jiasica costumes on his body, and snorted softly. The wooden knife in his hand used a little force and immediately crushed several fish roes, and a fishy smell floated out.

Traditionally, among the senior executives of the Kaban family, only Garong and a few other old guys are willing to wear traditional clothes in Jiasica.

These young people with real power are even worse than those guards of lowly families.

Ga Rong, who suddenly became terrible, threw the goat milk bread in his hand into the dining plate, waved the wooden knife with his right hand, and knocked heavily on the red wine glass in front of him, making a crisp sound of "ding ding ding".

The red wine glass made of natural crystal is crystal clear and beautiful.

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

When he was young, when he had dinner with his tribe, everyone used wine utensils made of bronze and silver. Each wine utensil was very historical and was a good thing passed down from his ancestors. It engraved the glory of the family and recorded the vicissitudes of the family.

These young people nowadays like these brilliant fancy things.

Does this fresh product bought from the United Kingdom of Nice have the texture and historical sense of bronze and silver wineware?

Twelve Kaban people who were smiling and eating and drinking were letting go, put down the tableware in their hands and looked at the old man Garong solemnly.

Charon squatted in the city hall and couldn't come back. Garong was the most authoritative person on the dining table.

A young man wearing a tuxedo, with long hair tied a big pony tail on the back of his head, and exuding a strong perfume smell on his body smiled and said, "Grandpa Garong, what are the arrangements?"

Ga Rong looked at the younger generations on the dining table one by one, and said in a deep tone: "The bloody female devil in Jiasica has come ashore. She has messed up Jiasica Island, and the relatives on the mountain complain one by one."

"You can't let her mess up Tulun Port too." Ga Rong said coldly: "So these days, you are all more at peace... Your men have also kept a close eye on me, be more at peace, and don't cause trouble."

Garong sternly warned his younger generations: "Remember one thing, our Kaban family accounts for more than 70% of the slave transactions in Tulun Port. And you know the female devil, her attitude towards slave transactions. If we hit her, we will be in trouble, and we will be in trouble."

There was a heavy storm outside, thunder roaring, and a huge thunder thunder exploded, causing the weapons hanging on the walls in the restaurant to resonate with the shields.

Among the internal workers of Kaban's house, Shivad Rong Kaban, who was specialized in the slave trade, touched his bearded man and said solemnly: "Uncle Garong, don't worry, our recent slave hunting team that was going back to Hong Kong will be a month and a half later. At that time, the female devil had already gone back to her nest."

After coughing, Shivad said leisurely: "Actually, to this day, our Kaban family doesn't have to be so careful? Even if the female devil holds military power, she is just a duke...that highness..."

Ga Rong waved his wooden knife: "Shut up, idiot. No matter how noble the identity of that high-ranking is, he is in the imperial capital; the female devil is on Jiasica Island. If you make a mistake and let her catch the excuse, how did the Imperial Army take my Kaban family? Will that highranking vent our anger for us later?"

"Don't you know the noble's face?" Ga Rong said dissatisfiedly: "Even if that highness really remembers our contributions over the years, he avenged us later... What's the point for us?"

Garong drooped his eyelids and said gloomyly: "The momentum is wrong, I feel dangerous. It is even more dangerous than the time when the empire annexed Tulun Port forty years ago."

"Send troops to the city hall, and Charon is trapped inside, unable to even go home for a meal... and can't even bring a word." Garong murmured: "Now we are also nobles of the empire. We don't have any real evidence, so we are not afraid that the female devil dares to frame her randomly."

"But remember, remember that the female devil will restrain her clan members for one day in Tulun Port, and she must not commit any crimes."

"Squat at home honestly." Ga Rong said in a deep voice: "Who dares to cause trouble to the family at this time, I will take action myself."

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

The bloody female devil in Jiasica. She has killed so many natives in Jiasica over the years. Even a big man like Shivad, who is well-known in Tulum Port, feels cold when he thinks of Duke Ross.

After a while of silence in the restaurant, Shivad suddenly laughed: "However, Uncle Garong, the plan to form a marine army in Tulun Port, as long as the matter is done, our Kaban family can also hold several regular combat divisions..."

The cold light flashed in Ga Rong's eyes. He glanced at Shivad deeply and gently waved the wooden knife in his hand.

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

“When the time…”

With an indescribable mysterious smile, Ga Rong stuffed a box of caviar into his mouth intoxication.

"When the time comes!"

The twelve members of the Kaban family sighed intoxicatedly at the same time and smiled mysteriously.

‘Boom, boom’!
Chapter completed!