Once upon a time, someone fished. He thought he would spend his whole life in a little lakeside hut. But then—bam! They say the lands of your father will be given to the empire, and then some baron will buy them. Actually, my roses aren’t blooming for him! Let him try to take them—I’ll pull everyone’s eyes back of their heads!
What do you mean, “get a baron’s title, and then just talk”? Have you gone out of your minds?