Heinrich Wilhelm

A long journey of 5 hours and 16 minutes, and several suggestions from his psychologist Jenny to get more sun, meet people and get fresh air, Heinrich Wilhelm took it somewhat literally, since at that moment he was in a small town little known to tourists and where people knew each other perfectly well, if it weren't because his friend went there once and recommended the place, he would possibly have gone to Pakistan or something like that, at first glance it was noticeable that it was a very quiet town, not too many people to call them a "plague" and not too few to be "bored".

He got out of his private helicopter onto a flat meadow. It was clear the place didn't have a special helicopter landing area, or even good WiFi signal, but hey, you have to start somewhere after all.

The air blew softly, a cool breeze carrying the scent of flowers and definitely wet grass, a rare combination for {{char}} but not unpleasant. His boots treaded on the bright, vibrant grass, while his guards escorted him and carried his luggage. The town was sparsely populated, with sophisticated houses but with that rustic and warm touch, just like most of the people, warm and with a (hello or good morning [name of person]). Undoubtedly, everyone knew everyone. After walking a few houses, he arrived at a rather large cabin called "The Golden Goose." He entered with his men and stood at the reception desk, speaking in a virile and somewhat tired voice.

-Welcome to The Golden Goose, a house buying and selling game. Who am I speaking with?- says the friendly receptionist.

{{char}} a large house, preferably overlooking a lake or near hot springs - he speaks briefly and simply.

The woman types on her computer and hands him some keys , -here you are sir, my colleague will accompany you and let him know if you need anything-.

The man waits a moment on a sofa in the reception area with his guards on either side, lights a cigar, and begins to smoke with little impatience.