Among the Sea Tribe, the relationship between nobles and commoners is not like that on the continent. On the continent, human nobles wield much greater power, and the lives of commoners are worth little. But among the Sea Tribe, although nobles have privileges, they cannot arbitrarily violate the etiquette owed to commoners. Commoners must respect nobles, and nobles are obliged to protect the Sea Tribe, since the royal family are all elites among the Sea Tribe warriors.

Nobility is hereditary, or else granted only for great military merit—a rare occurrence. Even Isabel's father was not granted it. Of course, wealth brings influence, so Isabel's actual status is not much less than that of a royal princess.

These three beauties are known as the Three Treasures of the Sea Tribe. Gaining the trust of any one of them brings unimaginable status and honor. And the happy news is, all three are single, with no marriage contracts. If there were already a marriage contract, any challenger would have to face immense pressure from the other party.

“Your Highness, the Holy Master is looking for you.”

Eleanor was praying before the statue of the Sea God. Upon hearing this, she stood up and smiled gently.

“Teacher, you were looking for me.”

The Holy Master serves the Sea God and must remain chaste for life. She is also the most revered person among the Sea Tribe, and, blessed by the Sea God, possesses unimaginable power.

“Eleanor, go and do what you wish. As you are now, you cannot serve the Sea God.” The Holy Master's voice was cool but still carried a trace of concern. Her beautiful face showed no sign of age, but also lacked human vitality.

“Master.” Eleanor's voice was choked. She truly could not calm her heart. She had thought that with time, everything would pass. People say time heals all wounds, but why not for her? Sometimes she desperately wanted to forget, but all she got in return was heartache.

“Go on, the Sea God has arranged everything. There’s no need to worry too much. Besides, you need to receive some academy education. Becoming a Saintess is not so easy.” That faint smile finally gave the Holy Master a touch of humanity. Having been through it herself, how could she not understand a young girl's heart?

Watching Eleanor’s departing figure, the Holy Master could only sigh silently. God, where does your will truly lie...

“Hey, hey, Boss, are you done yet? I’m starving here!” The speaker was a round little member of the Carter Bell tribe, a typical little Carter tribesman—short, with natural hard armor covered in strange patterns. His chubby body looked a bit silly, and at the moment he was drooling over the food.

“Kyle, haste makes waste. If the timing isn’t right, the flavor won’t be good.” Julius Caesar was skillfully controlling over a dozen small fireballs, performing a barbecue under the sea that was truly one of a kind.

“What’s tofu? Boss always says weird things.”

“I don’t know either. The old man said it’s good stuff, so it must be.”

“Giggle, Kyle, you’re such a glutton.” A girl said sweetly. She was very beautiful—not dazzling, but very pleasant, especially her eyes, which were extremely captivating.

But the brave warrior Kyle suddenly stood up. “Elsa, you’re insulting the dignity of a shell tribe warrior! How can you use the word ‘glutton’? People are born to eat. Didn’t you stay because of the grilled fish?”

“Hehe, I’ve never denied it! Julius Caesar’s cooking is simply amazing—he could enter the royal culinary competition and win first place for sure!”

“Sigh, you guys are wounding my pure heart. Is our friendship really built on barbecue?” Julius Caesar lamented in mock despair.

“Bingo, full marks!”

Elsa and Kyle unhesitatingly delivered a double blow to Julius Caesar.

“Hey, Jeffrey, you don’t have to act cool all the time. When it’s time to eat, you’re never slow.” Kyle was polishing his battle axe, while Elsa was tidying up her magical equipment. Another, named Jeffrey, sat quietly on a reef, cleaning his bow and arrows, ignoring their banter. But aside from his bow and arrows, he would occasionally check the doneness of the grilled fish.

It was a strange group.

Six years had passed. The once naive youths had grown up. Julius Caesar still wore that The Carter Clan headpiece, his upper body bare. The winding scars on his body were the medals he’d earned from his adventures over the years. Perhaps some would see them as ugly, but Julius Caesar didn’t care. Beneath his confident, sunny smile, those scars were all memories.

He neither took pride in nor felt ashamed of those scars. Everything has its reason for existing.

That was the personality Elsa and Kyle liked. The three of them had originally been complete strangers, but fate brought them together. To be honest, they hadn’t known each other for very long, but quickly became good friends. Some people can spend a lifetime together and never spark, while others feel a connection at first sight.