A thousand years ago.
On a bright sunny day, a young man was placing down a wooden box containing food in front of his group. "Everyone, it's time to eat."
The young man had short black hair and a stern face. His body was full of wounds, but he didn't let out an aura that of an expert.
While opening the box, the young man gave his best smile and said, "Come on, everyone!"
"Oh!" The group started approaching him, getting their own share.
"Thank you, Sam!"
"Why do you keep calling me Sam? My name is Alexander Simeon! Simeon! Not Samuel!"
"It's fine, isn't it? Sam is easier to call."
Yes. This person was none other than the ancestor who built the Ardagan Family, Alexander Simeon.
"Tsk." Alexander clicked his tongue, unable to refute it. "Anyway, just eat! Replenish your energy, and we'll fight again!"
"Fine, fine!"
