"You’re the best Baron that I’ve had, Mr. Borgon!” a villager exclaimed, his voice ringing out loudly, echoing off the distant woods and resonating with a palpable sense of pride that filled the air and swept through the gathered crowd like a warm breeze. The sincerity embedded in his tone conveyed a deep-seated admiration and respect, one that was clearly shared and reciprocated by those who stood around him, their faces lighting up with encouragement and solidarity. “I’m truly sorry for calling you all at this late hour,” my father began, his voice steady yet earnest. He looked out at the villagers with genuine responsibility etched into his features. “I didn’t want to interrupt your daily lives or disrupt your evening routines. That’s why I made sure to wait until you all had time to r