Life in prison was already hard, but the war was new, and the noble alliance needed to replenish a lot of labor, and these minor prisoners were forced to do hard labor.

The hardest part was to work as a portman, relying on the strength of hundreds of prisoners to pull huge ships into port, and some of the prisoners who were suffering from stubborn diseases died of exhaustion on the job.

The aristocratic young master Dali, who had never had to do everything himself, was reduced to a prisoner at this time, tormented by heavy labor and poor diet, and every day when he returned to his cell, he collapsed directly on the rudimentary wooden bed.

After only three months in prison, Dalí had several terrible thoughts, he was a cowardly and timid man who wanted to give up his life for relief, and it was only because he missed his family that he dispelled this negative mentality.

Day and night, he toiled endlessly, isolated from the rest of the world, completely unaware of the outside world, and finally waited for the day when the petty criminals were allowed to communicate.

Although Dali smashed rocks with his hammer all morning, his arm was so sore that he could barely lift it. But at the moment when the guards sent the two letters, he still seemed extremely excited, and the depression and physical pain in his heart were diluted by the ecstasy in his heart.

He eagerly opened one of the letters and read it voraciously.

To my dear brother Dali:

Dear brother, I have received your letter and have finally waited for the day when correspondence is permitted, and I hope you will soon see my reply. The good news is that my mother can get out of bed and move around at will, but it still takes time to recover from her heart disease, and everything else is fine, please rest assured.

The concerns expressed in your letter have made me feel as much love as flesh and blood, and I am also extremely ashamed.

When the family needed help the most, I completely collapsed because of the fragility of my heart, and I couldn't help anything, but became a burden.

I hope you can forgive me for my gaffes, everyone knows that I have a crush on William, I know where I come from, I understand that I don't deserve him, but ...... I just can't stop thinking about it...... I love him.

I was still able to keep a shred of my sanity when my father was taken away, and I told myself to be strong, and I tried to persuade William not to be impulsive, but brother, you should know the character of your brother.

My father once said that you and the William brothers are completely opposite personalities, you are a calm and intelligent scholar, and William is an old-fashioned warrior, which is by nature and cannot be changed.

He would go to a dangerous slum to fight someone because a valet was being bullied outside, and he was so upright and enthusiastic that he couldn't tolerate any grievances from the people around him, and I knew it was dangerous, but somehow I loved him the most in my heart.

You were not at home on the day of the accident, and you specially instructed me to watch Master William. But he drank and was determined to kill the heir of the Newmans, and I could not stop him, so I let him go out and go to destruction.

I have been ashamed of your request, for which I can never forgive myself, for in the days after William and my father were executed, my mind went blank, and I could not hear anyone who called me, and I was on the verge of madness.

Fortunately, our stewards and servants are good people, and they are not as fragile and clumsy as I am. During those most difficult days, they took turns to take care of my mother and me, brought us medicine, food and water, cleaned the dilapidated house, and gave us a tidy environment, because because of their selfless dedication, my mother's condition was greatly improved.

As the philosopher said, time is the best medicine. Now that my mind is recovering from my broken state, I am starting to face reality again, forcing myself to be stronger, and I can't allow myself to continue to live a pampered life.

I have been able to help you take care of your mother, and I have found a job cutting fabrics in a garment workshop in the city, and the manor is gone, and everyone is now struggling to make ends meet.

I will never forget the kindness of this family to me, and I will never forget the winter six years ago, when I was wandering the streets with a letter from my biological father, and I kept imagining whether I would freeze to death or starve to death first.

At that time, it was he, it was my father, Master Paulus, who did not hesitate to take me in, and he did not dislike me in the slightest for my humble birth and dirty body, and he let me live a life of food and clothing that I never dared to think of, and even recognized me as a righteous daughter, and let your brothers call me sister, and allowed me to keep my father's surname.

Although my father treated me like flesh and blood, I always knew who I was, I was just a vagabond, I was greatly blessed to survive, my biological father taught me the truth of gratitude and retribution, and his dying will is engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.

I used to be trapped by love and had some unrealistic dreams, and now all my longing for love has disappeared with the departure of Master William, and I would like to live alone and serve you and my mother for the rest of my life.

Sister who is eagerly waiting for your return

Janen Winsted

Dali Einfoot sat on a wooden bed, and he repeated the words at the end of the letter, which struck at his heartstrings like a hammer.

Ever since she appeared by his side, he had been trying to attract the attention of this cute girl every day, and for his introverted self, this eagerness had never been felt before.

She grew up with the brothers, from a lovely girl to a beautiful and touching lady.

As he grew up physically and mentally, Dalí's affection for his sister gradually turned into a secret affection, which he had always been quite disturbed about, although they were not blood relatives, but they were still brother and sister in name.

And Jianning's love for him is only the respect and consideration of his brother, not the love of men and women.

Dalí, who spends his days soaking in books, rarely sets foot in social circles, and his appearance and personality are difficult to arouse the interest of aristocratic ladies.

There are also many people who are interested in Dali and propose marriage to their father, but these people value him as the heir to the Einfoot family, not him as a person.

In this way, Dalí has always refused to get married, he hopes that one day he can attract the attention of his sweetheart, and the greatest pleasure in life besides reading and studying is to secretly observe and secretly love his sister Jane.

Unfortunately, she also has a crush on Dali's own brother William, who is taller, stronger, and more handsome than herself, all of which makes him jealous.

Now that time has passed, her father and brother are no longer alive, and Janening's yearning for love seems to have gone with her brother, her letters are full of sorrow, and Dalí finally realizes that the heart of her loved one is half dead, and only the desire to repay the favor makes her persist in surviving, which is heart-wrenching.

Da wiped away his tears with his dirty sleeves, and he opened the second letter, which was written to him by the old butler Weiss, telling him to serve his sentence with confidence, behave well in prison, and come out early to reunite with everyone.

Ves still retained the habit of being a professional butler, and he wrote down the current chaotic situation on the peninsula to inform the young master in prison, so that he would not be ignorant of the outside world.

From the letter, Dalí learned that there had been several large-scale battles between the Duchy of Valstad and the Noble Alliance, and that the free trade alliance in the south had organized a large number of mercenary groups to protect the trade routes, and these merchants were still watching from the other side.

Dalí had barely finished reading two letters when he heard footsteps, and the soldiers had developed the habit of walking evenly and neatly in training, and the sound of heavy leather boots was getting closer.

Then a loud voice began to read the proclamation:

"Due to the current crisis of the war and the urgent shortage of manpower of the noble alliance, we have decided to exercise a pardon.

All minor offenders serving a sentence of less than five years in the county and in good health will have the right to join the army, and applicants will be required to pass recruit training and participate in at least three military operations, and those who meet the above conditions and serve for one year will be granted amnesty and re-freed, and will be free to choose to remain in the army or return to their hometowns.

In addition, the engineering corps and navy were in dire need of engineers with knowledge of civil engineering and seafaring experience, and prisoners with these two qualifications were granted amnesty and promoted to officer for six months if they joined the army of the Noble League, and were entitled to the opportunity to be promoted to officer and receive a high special pension subsidy.

Lads! If you're fed up with being a coolie in this hellish place and aren't afraid to go into battle, hurry up and win your freedom! If you want to join our noble alliance, please say hello to your jailers and report to me before ten o'clock tonight! ”

The pardon was a godsend, and Dalí was still struggling with the remaining two years in prison and his future, but the opportunity came to his door, and he made a decision right away without thinking about it.

"Hey! Thomson! He called out to the jailer who was guarding him.

"I'm going to join the army! I'm going to join the Noble Alliance army! I know a little bit about civil engineering and a little bit about navigation, and I'm the one they want!

Open the damn door, I don't want to stay in this place for even a second longer! ”