Gerald puffed on the cigar in his hand. His eyes occasionally gazed straight at the vast green field. The surrounding trees provided a soothing view, with their branches and leaves swaying gently. The gentle breeze added to the serene atmosphere, creating a sense of peace within.

Unfortunately, Gerald wasn't the type of person who enjoyed being surrounded by such tranquility. If it weren't for his interest in meeting the old man who was engrossed in playing golf, Gerald wouldn't want to be here.

"Alfred will finish his session in five minutes," whispered Paul to Gerald. Gerald slowly stopped playing with the cigar, the leader of the Eagle Wing, in response...