Although the name Dukedom of Duncan sounds great, natives are still accustomed to calling it barren land because it is so poor.

The Duncan family, who had lived here for a long time, were also not wealthy, at least compared to the old aristocrats who lived in the province of Roseflowers.

Luckily for Hanmilton Duncan, he is part of this large family.

Equally unfortunate was Hanmilton Duncan, who was part of this impoverished family.

Growing up in an aristocratic family, although he stood at a height that countless commoners could not reach, it also made him shoulder extremely heavy responsibilities.

In any case, Baron Hammidon was a nobleman, a lord of the land, and to the poor who lived here, he was the master of fate.

The inhabitants of Fort Saint-Brieux feel blessed because Baron Hammigton is not a greedy and tyrannical lord.

He took over the authority of the lord from his father, and in more than 20 years, he developed the sparsely populated and dilapidated village into a small town with a population of more than 2,000 now, and he is a very qualified heir.

He can't talk about loving the people like a son, but he has never done a bastard thing to exercise the right of the first night.

The low tax burden of Saint-Brieuc and the small traders and peddlers were happy to come here to make a living, which brought a little prosperity and life to the place, and it was enough for the tenants to have enough to eat, to change into new clothes and to eat meat during the New Year.

If Lady Luck hadn't favored Baron Hammidon, he would have stayed here in peace, waiting for his death.

Provided there are no surprises.

Few people survive in this chaotic place, whether honest civilians, wealthy merchants, or powerful adventurers.

What is the Barren Lands?

When people think of this place, they can think of countless not-so-good names, such as a paradise for criminals, a hell for slaves, a penal colony for criminals, and a place without law.

In general, the barren land is a backcountry where birds don't, and it seems that mentioning it makes people feel very unlucky.

The poor mountains and bad waters produce the people, and the harsh living conditions have created a fierce folk customs here, where people die every day, and even a few people can die in simple fights caused by quarrels.

But the frighteningly high death rate did not deter the gold diggers, and the Barren Lands were a veritable haven for crime, as well as a source of wealth and opportunity.

Looking northwest from Fort Saint-Brieu, only thirty miles away, the majestic Ambrizette Mountains lie silently across the land.

The Ambrizette Mountains are home to monsters, from low-level goblins to high-level wyverns, as long as you can imagine.

Danger often comes with opportunity, and the majestic mountains are rich in an instant, with precious wood, rare medicinal herbs, rare ores, and dazzling magic crystals.

Poor people living in barren places often hear rumors that someone hunted such and such a monster and obtained the other party's magic crystal in exchange for hundreds or even thousands of gold coins.

What does a few hundred gold mean? That means you can buy a manor in a barren land, marry ten or eight wives, buy dozens of servants and slaves, and buy hundreds of acres of fertile land.

What does it mean to have a few thousand gold coins? That means you can buy a two-story villa with a garden in the capital of the kingdom, and put the rest of the money in the bank, and you can live the rest of your life luxuriously with interest.

As a result, countless adventurers who have lost their nature because of money have poured into the Ambrizet Mountains, their faces full of obsession and madness for wealth.

However, only two or three of the ten adventurers who entered made it out alive, and even very few of those who survived were equally few who benefited handsomely.

The Ambrizet Mountains have been lying here for tens of thousands of years, and the bones of countless speculators have been buried in them, but their successors have never diminished.

To this day, no one knows how vast the mountain range is, because no one has ever delved into it, and even those who live in the barren land don't know what is on the other side of the mountain.

People only know: ordinary people go to a dead end, and adventurers go in and die for a lifetime.

It's like there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

Someone will say: Ambrizette is hell!

Some will say: Ambrizet is heaven!

For more than 99 percent of the civilians living in the barren lands, it doesn't matter whether the Ambrizet Mountains are heaven or hell.

The status of commoners means that they can only quietly listen to the birth of a legend, sigh a few words, get paid for their work day and night, then get married and have children, and then watch their sons get married and have children, and their grandchildren get married and have children, and finally die peacefully.

What a nightmare!

Renard shuddered, a gloating smile on his face, and then kicked away the stray cat hiding in the corner to protect himself from the cold.

A few dogs behind him couldn't help but clap their hands and exclaim: "Oh! Young Master Renard is really good, and he has solved another eye-catching guy." ”

Renard Duncan, the only son of Baron Hammidon, Lord of Fort Saint-Brieu, just turned sixteen this year, and is recognized as the second ancestor in the eyes of the people.

Compared to the benevolent Baron Hamilton, he has all the vices of a nobleman, arrogance, arrogance, lust, cruelty, and at the same time a sinister and cunning that ordinary nobles do not have.

Ever since he became a man in the body of his own handmaid, he has become more and more arrogant and domineering, and has made the whole of Fort Saint-Brieux restless.

Two years ago, for the sake of peace and stability in the territory, Baron Hamilton gritted his teeth and sent him to the Academy of Constantinople, thousands of miles away, for further study, and even used up most of his family's fortune for this.

The inhabitants finally enjoyed the long-lost peace and admired the greatness and wisdom of the lord.

However, it didn't take long for Renard to be driven home for a fight and a peeking at a female classmate taking a shower, something that no one expected, even Baron Hammidon thought was incredible.

Although his son is stubborn, he knows how to judge the situation, how can he make trouble in the academy?

Pressed for questions, the other party remained silent, and his mood became more and more irritable, and the residents began to anticipate their own miserable future.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, but Renard ignored it and wandered along the deserted streets with his doglegs.

It's better to be lounging than to harm the people in the town.

Perhaps it was his excessive actions that angered the gods, and retribution came when he kicked over an old man's cart.

Several explosions suddenly sounded in the sky, and the venerable Young Master Renard fell to the ground in response, rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth, and after a while, he was lifeless.