"Father! Father! I..."
Alphonse, who has been pampered since he was a child, is used to being loved by thousands of people. He has never seen the horror of a dark prison.
Even if he chose the best room in the palace dungeon, the dark and musty smell and eerie atmosphere still ravaged the little prince's mind like the fear of the deep sea.
When Carlos appeared in front of Alphonse, the little prince had lost the ability to organize language except calling for his father.
What do you mean that's not the real Alphonse?
I am.
The always kind grandfather denied his identity. Alphonse, who was only ten years old, could not understand the love behind the cruelty. The father in front of him was his last hope, like a light in the darkness.
"Where did the dagger come from?"
Carlos asked calmly.
"I, I don't know."
Carlos thought for a while, then broke the chain that locked the cell door with his bare hands and threw it aside. He walked into the room and sat cross-legged in front of his son.
"You know, recall carefully."
Carlos stretched out his index finger and touched Alphonse's forehead. The almighty holy light had a sedative effect this time.
Alphonse was afraid of his father's gaze, but he was stubborn and did not bow his head.
So under the guidance of Carlos, Alphonse, who passively entered a meditative state, recalled it.
"Brill, some bad guys attacked us. They beat us really hard. The trophies are beautiful daggers. Mine...I hid them."
A dagger has absolutely no effect of controlling the mind. Alphonse is surrounded by paladins. It is impossible for such a powerful cursed item to be without clues for three or two days. You think you are getting Sarasta, the Dark Empire. Blade?
For deeper reasons, Carlos even suspected that there were lurkers from the cursed sect around Galiya.
But as he continued to guide his son to recall the past, Alphonse developed severe headaches, and his meditation was eventually broken.
"Do you know what you did?"
"That's not me, father. I don't want to hurt grandpa. I..."
"That's you, don't make excuses. Whether you are controlled by others or possessed by evil magic, that's you. It's you who stabbed your grandfather. It's you, Alphonse Barov, I, Carlos. Barov’s son.”
"Father, what should I do?"
The huge guilt and fear broke through Alphonse's defenses. He couldn't bear it any longer and threw himself into his father's arms and cried bitterly.
What can you do? Your grandfather has already written the script to exonerate him. The assassin who stabbed him was an assassin disguised as "Alphonse". The "real" Alphonse disappeared.
It's easy for you, just find someone to take the blame and save "you".
It’s me who’s in trouble!
Naughty child, your father and I are in a dilemma now. If we make a mistake, we will be hated for eternity.
This is a scam.
He really had the urge to slap his son into the wall, but Carlos sighed and held back.
It’s your own seed, who can you blame?
"Carlos, His Majesty Terenas is awake and he is anxious to see you."
Saidan Dathrohan stopped Kaliya outside the dungeon and came down to convey the message.
"So fast? Then things can still turn around!"
Carlos is overjoyed, Terenas is awake!
"Wait for me here. No one except me is allowed to leave. Do you understand?"
"Well, I don't listen to anyone except my father."
Hearing that his grandfather had woken up, Alphonse breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.
After Carlos hurriedly left the cell where Alphonse was held, he suddenly stopped.
"Teacher, can I trust you?"
Saidan Dathrohan understood that Carlos had something very important entrusted to him.
"This call, teacher, is worth my life."
"I didn't close the cell door."
"So you can't help but want me to go back and close the door?"
"..."
You deserve it for not being as good as Uther, you are simply an atmosphere destroyer.
"Keep Alphonse safe for me and don't let those guys use him again. But if he wants to escape..."
Carlos didn't say what he wanted to do because he didn't know. He just left Saidan Dathrohan with a heavy look on his back and left.
Saidan Dathrohan is alone in a messy dungeon. What do you mean? Such a heavy tone, is he trying to...
Not really.
What does it mean?
When Saidan Dathrohan was about to give up the image of Tetsuo and lick his face to find out the truth, Carlos had already walked away.
The news of the king's awakening dispelled the gloom that enveloped the city of Lordaeron.
Although the palace ministers were horrified by the king's weakness, in front of the master of the alliance, as long as Terenas did not die, no one dared to confront him head-on.
The closer a king is to death, the more terrifying he is. This is the consensus among the nobles.
The incident in Alphonse was determined. The cult kidnapped the child of the Knight King and used magic to disguise the assassin as the grandson of Terenas in an attempt to provoke a war between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and Alterac.
Although the cursed dagger did not take away Terenas' life, it completely destroyed his health.
There have been three waves of calls to summon Arthas back to Lordaeron. Lordaeron was temporarily suppressed by the waves caused by the assassination of Terenas, but no one can predict the subsequent development.
After discussing with his old father-in-law the matters that needed to be coordinated before his brother-in-law Arthas Lordaeron returned, Carlos kissed his wife goodbye and headed to the palace dungeon alone.
In the end, Alphonse did not walk out of the useless cell, and both Saidan Dathrohan and Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.
The royal mage who only served the Menethil family led a shackled pig, kicked it into the prison, and then opened a portal to send Carlos and Alphonse away.
Under his son's confused and cute expression, Carlos couldn't help but kick Alphonse into the portal.
"The safety of Jia Liya and the others will be left to you, teacher."
"I try my best."
Saidan Dathrohan patted his chest and responded.
After saying that, Carlos also walked into the portal.
"Father, where is this?"
"Probably the Whispering Forest."
In the pitch-black night, he couldn't see the road clearly. After the brilliance of the portal dimmed, Alphonse felt that he was no different from a blind man, so he asked with a cry.
"What are we doing here?"
"A parent-child adventure."
"ah?"
"Ha~~~"
"Dad, don't kill me, I am your biological son!"
"Release my thighs, be a little manly!"
"I don't want to die!"
"Where are you going to pinch me? You little bastard! I'll beat you to death."
After a dumbfounding interaction, Alphonse finally understood that what his father said was true, and this was part of his grandfather's exoneration.
"Little waste, when your father and I were ten years old, we were already hunting wolves and eating meat with your second uncle and third uncle all over the world. If your grandma hadn't been so powerful with her whip, we would have loved to live in the forest. Why are you still afraid of the dark? "
Carrying his son on his back, Carlos could hardly feel the extra weight. He turned on the Holy Light Dog Eyes and didn't even need to use a torch. He walked over the mountains and ridges as if he were walking on flat ground.
But Alphonse was just a little dude born in a peaceful era. People around him usually doted on him, and he never really suffered. At this time, apart from hugging his father's neck, all he could do was listen to the wind whistling in his ears.
The weird primeval forest, originally the birthplace of dark fairy tales, seems less scary now that I have a father.
Alphonse actually fell asleep.
"Wake up, wake up."
Reluctantly pushed up, Alphonse looked at his father sleepily.
"Sunrise."
This is a lake, such a big lake. The rising sun dyes the lake surface golden yellow, making it extremely magnificent and beautiful.
"Is this your son?"
"Yeah, you're a little loser."
"Hey, Tailan..."
"We'll meet."
Alphonse, who was obsessed with the beautiful scenery, did not notice that hundreds of strong men were working nervously and orderly by the lake.
