Infiltration of Kul Tiras [Seeking Recommendations]

Later that day, in Sage's Keep, located in Stormsong Valley in northern Kul Tiras.

"Aaron, have you been feeling any better lately?" Waycrest Stormsong, the head of the Stormsong family and another Admiral of Kul Tiras, whose hair had already begun to gray, looked lovingly at his eldest son and asked softly about his health.

"I am fine, Father. Perhaps I was just exhausted from studying magic and experienced some hallucinations; there is no need to worry. Here is a letter from Daelin Proudmoore; please take a look."

Aaron Stormsong, the future Lord Stormsong, was a promising young man at this time. As the most gifted Tidesage in a century, he had already become a mid-tier Tidesage in his twenties, and it would not be difficult for him to advance to a high-tier one before the age of thirty.

Because of his steady demeanor and immense talent, Aaron had already been designated by the aging Waycrest as the next successor.

Despite this, Aaron remained as kind and humble as ever, never overstepping his bounds, which made Waycrest extremely satisfied with his eldest son's conduct. Giving his son an appreciative look, Waycrest took the letter and began to read it quietly.

The letter was not long, and he finished reading it shortly after. Admiral Waycrest sighed, folded the letter into a drawer, and looked at Aaron, who was standing by.

"Daelin has had a hard time over the years... and now, trouble has arisen again. Very well, this old frame of mine can still struggle along with him for a few more years, but Aaron, the Stormsong family and the Tidesages will depend on you in the future. You must work hard."

As the only hero-tier existence among the current Tidesages, Waycrest Stormsong had always been Daelin Proudmoore's right-hand man. However, being over fifty, he was intent on grooming a successor, hoping to cultivate another hero for Kul Tiras before he passed away.

"Rest assured, I will," Aaron said, catching the expectation in his old father's words. He hesitated for a moment before adding cautiously, "Father, Brannon will be turning one year old soon. Do you think you should perform a blessing ceremony..."

At the mention of this, the old man's face instantly clouded over.

"That brother of yours is useless, and the son he sired is a softie. I get angry just looking at the two of them..." Although Admiral Waycrest was a Tidesage, he had spent his life in the military and despised pampered aristocrats. Perhaps the overly comfortable environment of Stormsong Valley had produced a "fop" who couldn't even lift a rifle in their military family, a fact that left him quite dissatisfied.

"Father, please calm your anger. They are family, after all, you..." Aaron hurriedly tried to soothe him.

"We shall discuss this later! Go find me the fastest ship; I am going to Boralus now." Admiral Waycrest did not want to discuss the matter further and cut his son off directly.

"It is already late; shouldn't we wait until tomorrow morning to set sail?"

"What does it matter if it's late? I'll just sleep on the ship. You were born on a ship, boy; why are you afraid of the water now?" Glancing sideways at his son, the old man's decision was set in stone.

"No, no, I'll go make the arrangements right away."

Aaron did not have the authority of the later Lord Stormsong, so he could only agree repeatedly and run out to find a ship for his father.

At the same time, in the main hall of Waycrest Manor in Drustvar to the southwest, the family of Lord Waycrest was enjoying a sumptuous dinner prepared by the mistress of the house.

Lord Arthur Waycrest had been a merchant traveling the seas in his early years, but due to his status, he eventually took over as the head of the Waycrest family. After settling down, he transitioned from business to politics and became the most effective partner for Daelin in managing the affairs of Kul Tiras. Together with Admiral Waycrest, one managing internal affairs and the other external, they served as Daelin Proudmoore's right-hand men.

Arthur now had a beautiful wife and a lovely young daughter, and his life was very fulfilling. The only drawback was that his health had never been good due to his years spent abroad in his youth, but this did not diminish his wife and daughter's love for him in the slightest.

"Arthur, don't look at those official documents while eating. Be careful, or Lucille will pick up your bad habits." Meredith Waycrest, Arthur's wife, playfully slapped her husband's arm, glanced at her daughter who was giggling on the side, and complained that her husband was still thinking about work during dinner.

"Daelin sent a letter saying that Jaina was kidnapped by someone on the road, and he asked me to meet him in Boralus tomorrow. It seems there is something important to discuss."

"Sister Jaina was captured by bad guys? Dad, take me with you! I want to go with you and beat up the bad guys!" Little Lucille Waycrest, only six or seven years old, became excited upon hearing that her favorite sister Jaina had been bullied, and she rolled up her sleeves as if she were really going to catch the "bad guys."

"Don't cause trouble. Finish your meal and go practice your lessons. Have you learned the piece I taught you last time?" Meredith was strict with her daughter's education but was extremely gentle toward her husband, though she looked at him with some resentment.

"Your health hasn't been good lately; can you not go? There are so many generals and captains in Boralus; they don't need you, the logistics manager, to show up, do they?"

"No... Jaina might just be a pretext... Forget it, you big girls and little girls just stay home and wait for me. I'll bring you back some big fish in a couple of days."

Arthur patted the head of the pouting Lucille, soothing his daughter who was sulking because her parents were openly "showing affection."

"I don't care about any fish. The port is right next to the manor, and there are countless fish caught every day. I want Sister Jaina..." The little girl Lucille muttered, her mouth pursed in reluctance.

"Then when are you leaving?" Meredith asked softly.

"I'm leaving now. I've already had the ship prepared. Don't worry, I'll be back soon..." Knowing his wife would worry again, Arthur promised quickly.

With her husband's decision made, Meredith could say no more, but as she watched his departing back, a trace of imperceptible worry hid within her gentle gaze.

The heads of the three great families had received Daelin's secret letter one after another, and from their reactions, one could see the closeness and distance between the four great families of Kul Tiras.

Tomorrow, the bigwigs of Kul Tiras would gather at Proudmoore Keep, and at that time, all of Kul Tiras would be stirred by wind and clouds, ready to explode at any moment!

Yet, at this sensitive moment, Liam was leisurely roasting a fire on the beach in the southeast of Kul Tiras, a fact that made one admire his thick nerves...