"Here they come, they're almost here, everyone prepare. Not a single mistake is allowed." A middle-aged man riding a huge tiger paced on the edge of a sea port, his face burning with anticipation and excitement. Occasionally, he barked at the knights around him, clad in dazzling armor, venting his tense excitement.
However, different from the excitement of the middle-aged man, the heavily armored soldiers lining both sides of the red carpet were blocking the path of the merchants, local mercenaries, and idle bystanders, who grumbled from time to time.
"Why is the port suddenly closed, prohibiting us from going in and out? My goods are still outside. Those are fresh goods. If they aren't unloaded soon, they will go bad. Losing everything even my pants, who's gonna compensate for this loss?"
"Some big figure must be coming. Look at the insignia on those knights, that's the Tulip Family's insignia."