"What are you talking about? Is it really so hard for you to go back and see your parents?" Alvin's sudden words left Bruce somewhat puzzled.
To be honest, he wasn't good at handling these kinds of situations either. Having been in the army and the Order of Knights for years, he was more accustomed to maintaining a stern, unsmiling demeanor, appearing severe while reprimanding his subordinates.
Perhaps this could make a soldier fear and obey him, but undoubtedly, this attitude once again provoked Alvin.
"Isn't this just an excuse for you and Father to imprison me? Do you also think I'm stupid?"
Bruce fell silent upon hearing this, but the look he gave Alvin was somewhat strange.
"Hmph, have you admitted it?" Alvin sneered fearlessly, "Are you planning to imprison me, poison me, or drive me out?"
"Who has been telling you these things? Where are you hearing this nonsense from?"
