Alvin Eaglesword did not need to be searched for. In fact, he was right inside Little Riverheart Castle, locked in the castle dungeon.
"My lord, this is Little Riverheart Castle's prisoner list. Alvin Eaglesword is in this cell." Holding the dungeon register, Marcus found the cell where Alvin was being held.
The dungeon was dark, damp, and foul-smelling. The prisoners inside were sleeping soundly on beds of straw.
Marcus could not help knocking his stick against the cell door and shouting, "Get up, get up, stop sleeping, Alvin Eaglesword!"
"Why is the food so late today?" Alvin grumbled as he crawled to his feet and slowly made his way to the cell door.
He was covered in ragged strips of cloth, his hair disheveled and his beard unkempt. Heavy metal shackles bound both his hands and feet. Clearly, he had been imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time.
Seeing Marcus standing outside the door, he froze for a moment. "They changed the person bringing food today, and even sent a knight. Are you preparing to give me my last meal?"
The stench of the dungeon was enough to make him unable to stand it, so Liszt had already retreated to the entrance. Hearing the conversation inside, he said directly, "Marcus, let him out. Have someone clean him up, then bring him to the drawing room to see me."
"Yes, my lord!"
About a quarter of an hour later, Liszt, who was drinking tea in the drawing room, saw Alvin Eaglesword after he had bathed, had his hair cut, his beard shaved, and changed into new clothes.
He was a tall, thin middle-aged man, but from his frame, it was clear that before being thrown into the dungeon, he must have been a burly fellow. Now, though, his cheekbones protruded,