At the dinner table of the Baron's house, Norfy was sipping on the not-so-delicious cream soup with a lack of enthusiasm. He then tore a piece of bread and dipped it in mushroom sauce.

Lord Rodney Scott, Norfy's father, was examining the day's bills while the butler, William, handed him a quill pen. Lord Scott quickly signed his name with a smile on his face.

"Son, you won't believe it! They've finished digging up all our land in town today! And there's twice as much as last year, even those tough areas near the forest have been cleared!" Lord Scott exclaimed.

Norfy replied absentmindedly, "I'm not sure, you'll have to ask William."

Lord Scott continued with a smile, "I know, I know, you don't like working in the fields~ Ah, our town is definitely going to have a great harvest this year!! Haha! Double the amount of arable land. Those Deli family from the neighboring village will be jealous! William, bring some wine, let's have a few extra glasses tonight!"

Obeying his orders, William took a bottle of southern grape wine from the wine rack. After uncorking it, the fragrance filled the air, causing Lord Scott to take a deep breath.

"Mmm, it reminds me of the taste back when I was awarded in the capital city," Lord Scott said. While speaking, he poured himself half a glass of wine and swirled it under the candlelight, seemingly admiring the red liquid in the glass.

"The color is like blood, reminding me of the battles I fought against the barbarians in the south. It was tough~ Those barbarians were fierce, charging on horses over two meters tall and wielding axes over one meter long. The guys next to me were sliced in half along with their armor, but I survived. For the military merits of the Lance Empire, one person's head equals to 30 acres of land. Your old man, I, brought down 72 heads~"

Before he could finish, Norfy impatiently interjected, "You brought down 72 heads and earned 2,160 acres of land! Dad, you've said it countless times~ sigh~"

He sighed helplessly, "Mother" passed away early, and he could only see from the constantly caressed portrait of his father that she was a beautiful lady. He wondered how she fell in love with this vulgar "old man" of his.

Of course, according to his father, it was during the award banquet in the capital city when his mother, from a prestigious family, fell in love at first sight with this great hero who had chopped down 72 barbarians on the battlefield. The two of them were a match made in heaven and married on his father's estate. Then, he was born, and they lived happily ever after.

However, he always felt that his father must have offended someone~ Why was their estate in this desolate and bitter northeastern province of the Lance Kingdom? Six months of winter out of twelve, with temperatures dropping to minus forty or fifty degrees Celsius, even poor families didn't have enough firewood to burn. What's more, there were plenty of fierce beasts here, and even dangerous Magical Beasts! Only a brute like his father would not mind coming here~ His beautiful mother was so pitiful. According to William, when he was two or three years old, his mother, who came from the capital, couldn't bear the harsh cold and contracted typhoid fever. She eventually passed away. But his father never talked about his mother, only caressing her delicate oil portrait over and over again in the late night.

The 2,160-acre estate was actually just a fantasy. The population here was sparse, so, in reality, the Scott family's estate was only this Scott village, and there was a Deli village next door. They together formed Kulun Town. To measure it, it might be as big as four or five thousand acres of plain land, roughly over two hundred football fields. However, only about one-tenth of it was actually arable.

But all of this was due to the 72 heads his father had chopped off at the frontlines.

While his father proudly recounted his achievements in his youth, Norfy listened half-heartedly. This middle-aged man who had gained weight, although vulgar and talkative, had one good aspect - he cared deeply for his son.

However, now this life, reminiscent of feudal landlords, was starting to make him feel a little tired~ There was nothing exciting in this remote countryside; even the death of a chicken in the neighboring Deli family would be considered news~ The only thing that brought some news here was the stack of 30 copies of the "Kingdom Daily" delivered by the postman every month.

Lord Scott always looked at the military section of the report first and then cursed the current peace policy with the barbarians.Meanwhile, I focus on the latest scientific inventions, which are usually found in the entertainment section... However, it seems that the journalists are more interested in the scandals within the aristocratic circles. The fourth prince has recently had a son, who should be the 37th in line to the throne. The daughter of the marquis seems to have a secret crush on the son of the duke. A certain wealthy merchant and his three wives are having a heated argument, possibly leading to a divorce and the division of their assets. These are the kinds of news that journalists find worth reporting. Only once every six months do they report on some insignificant alchemical items such as bouncy balls and color-changing pens, which are like toys to me. But in this magic-dominated continent, science, or alchemy as they call it here, is mostly considered trivial. Only magic is legitimate, and only martial arts are respected in The Lance Kingdom. To make a name for oneself, one must either have an illustrious background or possess great power. Someone like me might just have to stay in Kulun Town and spend their life with spring wheat and autumn cabbage.

Thinking of this, he suddenly spoke up.

"Father, let's stop farming~"

Rodney, who was normally talkative, suddenly froze for a moment.

"Stop farming? What will we eat if we don't farm?"

"We can start a business~ Become wealthy and go to the warm southern region."

Little did he know that as soon as he finished speaking, Rodney, who had always been gentle, slapped him on the head, leaving Norfy feeling bewildered. In all these years, his father had never once hit him.

Excitedly pounding the table, Rodney shouted loudly.

"The south! What's so good about the south! Why on earth do you want to go there?! This is my fiefdom! I traded my life and chopped down 72 barbarians for this land! I'm not going anywhere! And you shouldn't think about going anywhere either!"

William quickly rushed over and stood in front of Norfy.

"Master, please don't be angry! Young Master just had a spontaneous idea and blurted it out! Please don't be angry, my Lord!"

Norfy poked his head out from under William's arm, surprised as he looked at his furious father.

In the room illuminated by candlelight, only half of Rodney's face could be clearly seen. The bright candlelight reflected in his eyes, leaving Rodney stunned as if he had recalled something from his past. He stood there, dazed, for a long time, with a trace of confusion on his face.

"Father~"

Norfy brought Rodney back from his reminiscence. The elderly Scott shook his head and finished the remaining red wine in his cup.

"I'm tired. Let's rest early~"

Having said that, he despondently returned to his own room.