Old Fording was a little overwhelmed with excitement when he saw what I had brought back.

But after all, it was a character who had been trained in the war, and it quickly quieted down.

He handed me a badge,

"I have to prepare, you can take it to the camp of the cold wind to find the witch Meranda, that's my friend, she will help you enter the Valley of the Hearth, I will wait for you in the forest outside the Valley of the Hearth, take this letter and these things, friend, only you can quietly bypass the line of the Scarlet Crusaders in the Valley of the Hearth, you just need to give these things to my son, I believe, I believe that Tyran will make the right choice." ”

I nodded.

Good people do it to the end, and it's just a letter delivery mission, so I don't need to take any risks, so I simply agreed.

And I also want to see what kind of guy the child who was cared for by Old Ferding has grown up into, and whether he is as upright as Old Ferdin.

So when I head to the Valley of the Hearth with the potion that the shrine maiden Meranda gave me, I always feel like I'm about to uncover the mystery.

By the way, Meranda was a dwarf, and I wondered how Old Fording had become friends with a dwarf old woman, and it was a witch, hell, a witch who lived in a cemetery, and she seemed to have been a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand before, and I wondered how many foreigners there were in that magical organization.

As I did last time, I quietly crossed the lines of the Scarlet Crusaders, and Old Fording was right, Hearthvale was now one of the Scarlet Crusaders' strongholds in this plagued land, and the defenses here were so complex that only an assassin like me who was skilled in stealth could sneak in unscathed.

I quietly dodged the Crusaders who were patrolling with hounds, and crept into the deepest tower in Hearthdale, where Tyran, as the legal lord of Hearthvale, must have lived.

As I walked up a dozen steps, I heard a young voice that seemed to be reprimanding a subordinate,

"I've said it many times, don't always deliberately exclude those compatriots who came from the south of the continent to support us because of different appearances, we are comrades-in-arms, brothers, not enemies, your swords should not be aimed at your own brothers, next time I find out that you deliberately bullied those recruits, you can get out, the Scarlet Crusaders don't need soldiers like you!"

I hid in the darkness and nodded silently, it seemed that little Tyran hadn't forgotten what his father had taught him, and that was good.

But the next moment, another voice rang out, as if to refute.

"But Lord Esenlion said that those recruits were not screened, and they could not be trusted!

"Screening? Are you crazy? They have abandoned their peaceful lives and come to this damn place to fight the undead, almost putting life and death on the line? You tell me they still need to screen? Are you crazy? What else do you need to screen such warriors?"

Tyran's voice was angry and weak, it was clear that his status as a great lord was not taken seriously by these veterans at all, I quietly followed the open door into the room, without making a sound, under the protection of the shadows, they could not see me, but I could see each and every one of them.

The young man, a young man in blood-red armor, carrying a heavy sword on his back, it should be Tyran Fordin, the son of the old Fording, he looked exactly like the old Fording, and standing in front of him was a sturdy blood-colored crusader soldier, unruly, in the face of Tyran's questioning, he fought back,

"Prosecutor Esenlion has said that only a strong will can lead us to victory over the undead, and we must abandon the blindness of emotions for this, those recruits have not yet passed through this link, so they cannot be trusted, Lord Lord, you should not meddle in these things anymore, leave them to Prosecutor Esenlien to do, you are still too young, and you are as reckless as your father. ”

The veteran's sarcasm made Tyran's face red, but there was nothing he could do, I couldn't stand it anymore, he was still too young, that Ethanlien had clearly set aside his power, I walked behind the chattering veteran, he spotted me, but the moment before he raised his fist, the handle of my dagger had been knocked against his neck.

"Puff"

The vicious fellow fell to the ground, and finally he could calm down, and to hell with Ethanrien or something, didn't old Fording also say that the guy had been frightened by the undead, and turned into a madman, little Tyran was so pitiful, surrounded by a group of mad fanatics all day long, and I didn't know how miserable his life would be.

"Who are you!Night Elves, why are you here?"

Tyran didn't take my affection, but drew his heavy sword and aimed it at me, it seemed that if I couldn't prove my identity, I would be taken down by him on the spot, but I wasn't going to fight Tyran, I was already a rich man, and there was no need to take any more risks, so I took out what Old Ferding had given me from my backpack and threw it to Tyran.

"I'm a messenger sent by your father, Tyran Fordin, to take a look at those things and decide whether or not to come with me, with all due respect, you have no authority here, you should go back with me to your father, he is the one who really cares about you. ”

"My father? What are you talking nonsense? He's long dead. ”

Tyran glanced at what I had thrown on the table, he put away his sword, and as he picked up the painting, he froze on the spot, and I noticed his reddened eyes, and then he picked up the little mud-infested warhammer, and the tears could not be stopped, and they fell down.

Finally he picked up the battle flag, the broken battle flag, Tyran couldn't hold back any longer, he reached out and touched his eyes, then turned his back and wiped his face, as if he didn't want me to see his weakness, but in the end, he still opened the letter.

I read the letter that the old Verding wrote to his son, and I was really moved.

Oh, forgive me, I shouldn't have seen it, but the curiosity of being an assassin made me do something sinful, but it's okay, I'll bring Tyran back safely as my apology.

Here's what the letter says,

"Dear Tyran,

I must have been away from you for a long time when you were old enough to read this letter, and I don't know how much I felt to be away from you and your mother, but I feel that life always forces people to make some difficult choice----s.

I'm not trying to defend myself here, I just want you to know what I've done for glory. Glory is an important factor that makes us human, and Tyran, everything we say and do has to have more or less meaning to this world. I know it's not easy, but I hope you'll understand one day.

I want you to know that I have always loved you deeply and that I have always had you in my heart. Your life, your words and deeds will be my salvation.

You are my pride and hope, child.

Be a good person, be a hero.

Good bye.

---Love your father, Tirio Fortin"

"No... Nope!"

Tyran held the letter in his hand and fell in his chair, his young face full of tears, he probably remembered what his father had said to him the night he left, he might remember his father's heroic speech in that unfair trial as a child.

Race does not explain glory, and people should not make rash judgments about their own different existence!

This is what his father taught him, Tyran has never forgotten, and he has always done it, but when the figure he thought had disappeared from his life reappeared, Tyran couldn't stand the torment in his heart, what could be more exciting than when you heard that your loved ones were safe?

On the lonely road of life, you always walk alone, and then one day you find that those people who make you warm have never left, they have always been there.

When you look back, they are always there, smiling and blessing you, moving forward with you, and carrying the pressure of life with you.

Tyran wiped away his tears and gently placed the letter in his pocket, and he looked at me with determination,

"Let's go, go see my father!"

"Leaving now?"

I asked him rhetorically, and Tyran nodded.

"Go now! I've had enough of it all!To hell with Ethan Lion and his nonsense, I'm going to see my father, now, right now!"

I smiled and gave Tyran a thumbs up.

"You made the right decision, kid. ”

Then I took out the potion that Madaran had given me, and drank the potion that smelled strange, like a rotten apple, disgusting!

Damn mages, can't they just make this potion taste better?

I made a slander in my mind, but it didn't matter, I felt my appearance change, and finally in the mirror of Tyran's room, I saw me now, a scarlet crusader messenger in perfect disguise.

Tsk, that's great!

Magic, it's magical.

Tyran and I rode on our standing horses, walking slowly out of the Hearthplace, and when intercepted, I always shouted,

"Lord Dasuohan has issued an order in Stratholm asking Lord Tyran to go to Stratholme immediately, this is the text of the order!"

And then the guys who have muscles in their heads will let it go.

I know, the text is fake, it was made by Medaran, and these mages are good at this mess, but I have to say, it is really beautifully done, and it fools those stupid soldiers.

Tyran and I were thrilled.

Because I knew I was about to see a beautiful scene of father and son together, and the Titan's excitement was because he was about to meet his father, the hero of life.

After leaving the last barrier, we were all relieved, and we continued on our way, five hundred meters away in the forest, where Fording was waiting, and that would be the end of our escape.

But just as we turned a crooked one, a haze, a heavy voice sounded behind us,

"Tyran, where are you going?"

I looked back and saw the old man in a priest's robe, with a Crusader insignia painted on it, a staff in his hand, and four blood-colored Crusader non-commissioned officers beside him, he was as gray-haired as Fordin, but unlike Foding's eyes, which were always full of energy, there was always a haze and a touch of madness in this guy's eyes.

Disgusting guy.

Tyran turned, his voice a little shaky, but there was an unusually firmness,

"Prosecutor Esenlien, I'm getting out of here, you always don't like me anyway, don't you?".