In the Alpine Mountains, a relatively open canyon was filled with grapes; the vines climbed all over the wooden frames, with large green leaves swaying in the wind. The agate-like grapes glistened enticingly in the morning sun. On the open slope of the canyon stood a large manor, with a dirt road winding away from its entrance.
At the entrance of the manor, there was a parking lot with about a dozen cars parked. Several crew-cut bodyguards in black suits patrolled the area, wearing sunglasses and earphones, and the bulges at their waists were obviously handguns. Some were patrolling with wolf dogs, clearly indicating that the resident was no ordinary person.
