The dark dungeon was damp and dull. It seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world, with no fresh air entering the dungeon. The dampness caused moss to grow on the walls, and the grass on the floor had not been replaced for several days, exuding a strong smell of urine.
.
Vladimir didn't know how many days he had spent in this dungeon. There was no distinction between day and night here. Therefore, it was impossible to calculate the number of days. He tried to ask the time and the situation outside by communicating with the jailer. However,
The jailer who delivered the meal seemed to be a mute and never paid attention to him. Or maybe he simply didn't want to pay attention to this destitute man who was thrown into a dungeon and never saw the light of day. In short, since Pavel left, Vladimir has not received any more.
Any information from the outside world. Every day, the jailer would come to bring food and water to the father and son. Other than that, there were no other faces or other voices.
In the darkness, people can experience the feeling of loneliness and loneliness. After all the topics were chatted between father and son, there was only silence in the empty dungeon, a deathly silence. They repeated what they had done yesterday, except for eating and sleeping.
Shit, there's nothing else to do.
Vladimir taught his son Boris to pray to the bear god Esun, but no miracle occurred. Only occasionally, the father and son would feel a moment of peace in their hearts. However, this was only after a struggle.
Compromise, or the miracle of Father Bear's arrival, no one knows.
Vladimir only felt that he was sorry for his son Boris. He was still so young. He should have made great achievements in his official career, fought against obstacles in an army of millions, and achieved great achievements, instead of staying here with him and becoming a prisoner. This
Suffering was originally something that a person of his age could not bear. As a nobleman...
Many times, Vladimir wanted to ask his son, did he hate himself? Hate this unfulfilled father? But every time the words came to his lips, he swallowed them. He just put his hands on his son's shoulders, his eyes showing
Concern and self-blame. And Boris seemed to understand. He looked at himself quietly in the darkness. There was no resentment in his eyes, only unyielding resistance to fate.
Sometimes, Vladimir would dream about his past years in his sleep. At that time, he was still a famous nobleman in Kislev and the commander-in-chief of the Snow Eagle Legion. He had huge financial resources and people who supported him.
A soldier and legion with brilliant achievements and fame. He wielded his sword to kill enemies on the battlefield, commanded thousands of troops, and galloped across the country. When he woke up, he found that everything was just a dream, and the glory and fame of the past were like clouds and smoke in the past.
Not here anymore.
Another time, he seemed to be ill. He coughed continuously and had a high fever, but the jailer didn't care at all. His son Boris angrily criticized the jailer's indifference, but in exchange, he got cold meals and dirty sewage for three consecutive days...
…Vladimir doesn’t know how he survived, let alone how his son survived. He doesn’t expect to get out. Maybe this dungeon will be his tomb in his lifetime. The glory of the past is gone forever.
Back, Vladimir sighed.
"Vladimir!"
There was a faint light coming from the dungeon corridor, and Vladimir vaguely heard someone calling him.
Are you hearing hallucinations? He said to himself, then turned away and continued to lie on the bed and fell asleep.
"Vladimir!"
He heard the call again, and it was more obvious than the last one. When the footsteps also appeared, Vladimir finally knew that what he heard was not an auditory hallucination.
"Who's there?"
Vladimir turned sideways and asked his son Boris. Boris lay beside the iron fence and stared at the direction of the sound and light source.
"It doesn't seem like he's a jailer."
Boris replied.
Soon, Pavel led a group of knights to the dungeon door. A fat knight swung an ax without saying a word, and broke the iron lock of the cell door with one blow.
"Vladimir."
After the crisp sound of metal breaking, Pavel pushed open the dungeon door and stood in front of Vladimir and his son in uniform. There was still blood on his face. Vladimir knew something had happened at a glance, but what exactly was it?
What he couldn't guess at the moment was that the dungeon was dug so deep that it was completely cut off from all movement from the outside world.
"His Royal Highness Prince."
Vladimir knelt down on one knee and called him politely. Pavel raised his finger to signal them to get up.
"It looks like you've lost a lot of weight. Well, the situation is urgent, so I won't say much. Vladimir, I need you now."
Pavel stood upright and said to the old nobleman with a serious face.
"Your Highness, what happened outside?"
Vladimir only felt that something was wrong. He stood up slowly, like a tenacious and unyielding pine. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, but his eyes were still bright.
"The Northern Army attacked the city, and I opened the gate for them. And now, the remnants of the Shooting Army and Catalina are fighting the Northern Army and my men in the streets and alleys of this city. I need you,
Vladimir, I said that one day I will release you, and I keep my word. Today is the day that you and your son will be free again."
Pavel pursed his dry lips and continued——
"Snow Eagle Legion still has soldiers locked up in this dungeon, and some people have been sent to other places. I know where they are. Vladimir, you are the general of Snow Eagle Legion. Only you can re-
Lead the way and assemble them. Come, overthrow the bloody Katarina, I need you. General."
Pavel said seriously and seriously.
Vladimir understood, and what the blood stains on Prince Pavel's body and face were about. It seemed that he personally participated in the rebellion. And the knights and armed civilians around him had probably been plotting for a long time.
A good underground armed force.
"Thank you for your love, Your Highness."
Vladimir agreed to Pavel without even thinking about it. During the time he was locked up in the dungeon, he had already thought clearly about which side he should join. What Rhodes said was right at the beginning, but he was
He didn't accept it. But now, he couldn't make any more mistakes. Taking up arms and resisting the Vampire Queen was nothing to consider.
However, Pavel had not yet finished speaking. Prince Kislev paused and looked at the troubled father and son with a strange look.
"But, Vladimir, I have a request."
Pavel said.
"Your Highness, please speak."
Vladimir respectfully returns.
"After overthrowing Catalina, I will be the Tsar of Kislev. Therefore, I ask you to be loyal to me."
"immediately."
Pavel emphasized.
Vladimir was a little surprised, but seeing the group of knights holding hammers and swords behind Pavel, Vladimir also understood what was going on. He knew that the freedom given by Pavel was not unconditional.
.His request was to swear allegiance to the new tsar. Although he was not the tsar yet, as the first heir, he did have the most nominal right to inherit. So, what about Rhodes... Vladimir did not think about it anymore, he had no choice.
, either swear allegiance to Pavel now, or this group of knights holding big swords will not look good to themselves. No one will know what happened in the depths of the dark Kislev dungeon that day. He only
Can do this...
After thinking for a moment, Vladimir knelt on his knees and bowed his head to Pavel.
"And him."
Vladimir raised his head and found the prince pointing to Boris beside him.
Boris is obviously unwilling, but Vladimir knows that there are not so many willing and unwilling people in the world. Sometimes, people have no choice...
"Boris..."
He shouted. Then Boris knelt down in front of the prince with an indifferent expression.