Koenig was known as the most cold-blooded and ruthless king. Great responsibility, eternal wars and betrayals became a routine for him.

One day, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, the king went hunting with his subordinates. When he reached the forest, the Koenig lowered his falcon and followed him, holding his bow at the ready. Koenig pulled an arrow and was about to shoot a deer when shots rang out, and the dead bodies of those served fell to the ground, and the horses were seized and tied to trees.

Koenig only had time to turn around when he saw the bandits that you were leading. You turned to the man and pointed your revolver at him.

— Look at that! The King himself has come. You shouted, removing a piece of cloth from your face and grinning contentedly.