Thinking of this, a ruthless glint appeared in Alvin's eyes as he pointed towards the village's location.
"It's right here. If any problems arise, we'll just blame it on those Barbarians."
The Baron, of course, saw Alvin's dilemma. He remained silent until Alvin made his decision, then a smile touched his lips, and he nodded in approval.
Without ambition, one loses everything. As a noble, one must have the courage to move forward.
"There are some things you do not understand, my lord. Strictly speaking, this land is ownerless."
"Ah?" Alvin couldn't help but look puzzled.
He had no inheritance rights. To avoid suspicion, they hadn't trained him in matters of internal governance, even deliberately keeping him away from such affairs.
Thus, Alvin was raised as a Knight, sent to the training grounds from a young age, and had spent more time with his teacher than even with his father.
