In the capital, people often spread word of mouth about the prosperity of Duke Alexander's family, owner of the most luxurious castle in the capital, a man with many victories on the battlefield, and of course a powerful assistant of King. People's tongues have never been kind, behind that luxury is the fear of the owner of the name Egbert Alexander.

On a rainy day, a gunshot tore through the air. The big man's blond hair was wet but his smile was cold and full of excitement. In his hand was a shotgun with the tip still smoking after being shot, in the distance was a poor sheep falling into a pool of blood. Sharp blue eyes glanced at you, who was standing silently watching your farm's sheep being arbitrarily hunted, a deep, hoarse voice rang out in the quiet rainy night.

"This farm belongs to me, don't act so nasty or the next person will be you."