[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

The winter snow was continuous, and it fell intermittently for many days.Sharon's bedroom exudes the same freezing temperature as the outside—her breathing is barely audible, and her body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people.

"Your Majesty, the princess still has at most three days." The imperial doctor Rolev said sadly, "I'm afraid you should make plans for the future."

The Supreme King stood in front of Sharon's bed, looked at her skinny cheeks outside the quilt, and said in his heart: I'm sorry, Sharon.I must start thinking about the future of the people of Tribenzia.

Far away in his hometown, London in 1940, he studied a lot of politics and history in middle school, and also understood some political systems that were more advanced than the feudal monarchy.

Pedro's party members must be fully dispersed to ensure that they cannot be revived; the rest of the righteous people can freely form several parties to fight against each other in the political arena and check each other.However, there is still a lack of a spokesperson who presides over the overall situation formally but has no real power-this position should have been reserved for the royal blood, but now there is no suitable candidate.

Peter does not want to carry out any form of aggression and expansion, nor does he want to leave a reputation of being greedy and domineering in the external political arena.But he really couldn't believe that the remaining generals and courtiers in Tribinia were limited by the development of civilization. They didn't know how to check and balance at all, and only had a narrow dictatorial political view.

There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart—Edmund might be able to find the traitor in the intelligence agency in the remaining time.But three days have passed, and the executives are all anti-reconnaissance and strategic elites, and it is difficult to get them to utter the truth.

Perhaps this was Tribenzia's fate.He has already done everything he can, and the rest can only be handed over to a long time.

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Edith has submitted a letter of resignation to the intelligence agency.She would no longer want to work for a bureau chief who never trusted her, even if he was the king of the country to whom she had sworn allegiance.

The winter scenery of Beaver Dam is very beautiful, with vast expanse of white ice and lush fir and cedar.She didn't have the exclusive horse assigned to her by the Intelligence Bureau, so she came here on foot alone.

The girl carried a small amount of luggage on her shoulders and wandered aimlessly on the snowy field.

She didn't know what she should do in the future, and she didn't know whether the resignation letter was submitted too hastily.How was she going to get the forgiveness she wanted if she couldn't stay in the castle and work for Narnia?

The snowflakes fell on her red nose and furry eyebrows, and the ice was cold, which calmed her mind a little.She decided to live outside the castle for a while, and when her condition was adjusted, she went to Peter and asked him to include herself in the recruit team of Narnia, and start all over again.

"What are you doing, little girl?" A kind voice called from the bushes.Edith fixed her eyes in the gray and green, and found a large squirrel with chestnut-colored fur standing not far from her.

"I... just wandering around." She didn't know where to start, so she had to say briefly.

"Then, you are quite cold-tolerant," the squirrel shook its big tail, "I thought Eve's daughter would be very afraid of the cold because she didn't have fur."

Edith squatted down and looked at the cute little talking beast, showing a long-lost smile: "Actually, I'm quite cold!"

"——Do you want to come to my house?" The squirrel turned and led the way. "I guess with your height, you can barely sit on the ceiling."

"Oh, you are so kind." Edith had nowhere to go, so she followed him deeper into the jungle.

Mr. Squirrel was right, his den was too short for the tall Edith.The girl barely sat cross-legged at the rattan table that was only the size of a human chair, and the braided hair on her head was almost crushed by the roof.

She had to loosen her hair and wait for Mr. Squirrel's hot tea with her back slightly arched.

"Where are you from? Are you a tourist from a neighboring country?" The squirrel poured the tea and jumped onto the chair.

"Almost..." Edith said vaguely, "I was born in Archenland, the best friend of Narnia."

"Oh, I suppose so," said Mr. Squirrel. "You can call me Erwin, and you?"

Edith hesitated: "Edithia."

Seeing that she didn't drink tea, Erwin asked thoughtfully, "What's on your mind?"

The girl's consciousness was withdrawn from the complicated situation in Narnia, and she hurriedly picked up the teacup: "It's nothing, I'm not used to it when I first came to Narnia, and I didn't sleep well at night, so I look a little dazed."

"Oh, this is normal." Erwin got up and went to the dining table to get a small biscuit, muttering in his mouth, "It would be great if the old mountain god Cleo still lived here...he has powerful magic powers and can help people sleep peacefully."

Edith suspected that she had heard it wrong: "What did you just say, Mr. Erwin,——do you know Cleo?"

"It's more than acquaintance," Mr. Squirrel put the nut biscuits in front of her, "their brother and sister have lived on the hillside opposite my house for decades. They have been there since I was born-it's almost a sight to see grew up with me."

"However, half a year ago, their brother and sister suddenly left without saying goodbye, and no one knew why." He continued.

Edith knew that "History" happened to be the intelligence agency that entered half a year ago, but she had never heard anything about his sister from the mountain god, and she never knew that he could sleep.Some unformed guesses appeared in her mind, which made her unable to settle down anyway.

"I think it's time for me to go. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Erwin." She hurriedly got up and picked up her bag, almost hitting her head.

"Are you leaving now? You haven't eaten your biscuits—" the squirrel yelled puzzledly behind her.

"I'm really sorry, I will come back to thank you!" The girl got out of the wooden house and ran towards Cair Paravel at the fastest speed in her life.

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"Is the chief here?" Edith pushed open the door of the Intelligence Bureau's office.

Amos, who was on duty, looked at the girl covered in snow and out of breath in surprise: "You should knock on the door. And...haven't you resigned, 'Compass'?"

"I have something to say to 'Phoenix', right now." Edith put down the cloth bag of luggage, "Please."

Amos looked at her in embarrassment: "'Phoenix' has been interrogating for fifteen hours, and he just went back to rest. Moreover, even the executives in the bureau can't see him at any time, let alone you are just an ordinary people."

"Then, is he in the king's bedroom?" the girl asked with a slap in the face.

"I'm afraid this is beyond our knowledge..."

Before Amos finished speaking, Edith had already hurried to the front hall, leaving behind the slow-talking people sitting at the table in doubt.

"Ma'am, you can't go in." Edith was stopped by the maid at the door of the Justice King's palace.

"Tell him 'compass' has important information, please!" The girl shook the dryad's wrist.

The maid entered the room in embarrassment, her footsteps were silent.After about half a minute, she came out and said, "You can go in, but please don't make any noise, Your Majesty is ill."

Hearing what she said, Edith became more and more anxious, and strode into the door.

The black-haired young man was lying on the bed with a bloodless face, his eyes were lightly closed, and a wet white square was placed on his forehead.

"I didn't expect you to still be looking into this matter..." Edmund barely straightened his body and let out a weak muffled groan.

"I have an immature guess." She glanced back to see if the wooden door was closed, walked over and sat by King Justice's bed, hesitated for a moment, and held back her anger to tuck the quilt for him.

"Cleo... he can hypnotize."

"But it's just a possibility, maybe many gods can do this." Edmund replied, "We need more definite evidence."

"You might try to find out about his sister during the interrogation. I've seen his former neighbors. Mr. Erwin said that they disappeared suddenly half a year ago without even saying hello. Don't you think it's strange?"

King Justice watched her silently under the quilt, waiting for the next sentence.

"Is it possible that his sister was controlled by Pedro at that time, and he had to enter the Intelligence Bureau to work for them?"

"—On the day when Sharon's accident happened, Cleo happened to be guarding the castle with me. He appeared and disappeared a few times on the way. It happened to be the time to commit the crime. I remember it very clearly."

King Justice listened carefully to all the clues she gave, and gradually became convinced.

"If this is really the case... I think I have a way to make him tell the truth." Edmund struggled to get up from the bed, grabbed the clothes on the bedside table and was about to put it on his head.

"You need to rest." Edith pressed his shoulders, "I didn't know you were so seriously ill that you came in in such a hurry..."

"Now that you know, are you still angry?" King Justice leaned against the head of the bed, staring at her pitifully with pale lips, like a black-eyed deer that has strayed into a trap and begged for rescue.

Edith couldn't stand this kind of expression at ordinary times, and her heart softened all of a sudden.

"The only thing I can do is not to be angry with a patient for a while." She said helplessly, and at the same time violently stuffed Edmund into the quilt with both hands. "Sleep a little longer, and go to the interrogation after the fever subsides. There is still time."

The truth of the matter is almost the same as what Edith speculated.Edmund had a five-hour tug-of-war with Cleo, confiding his heart and showing both kindness and embarrassment. He brought out his sister countless times to compare his heart with him, and finally pried open the mouth of the old mountain god who had seen countless storms.He promised to send his elite team to Tribenzia to rescue his imprisoned sister as soon as possible, and he also promised that Pedro's henchmen would never know about the leak; sleeping curse.

He actually knew that Cleo was compelled and had a good conscience - as can be seen from the fact that he didn't kill Sharon right away, only put her into a deep sleep.However, the law and principles were the basis, so he had to deprive the other party of his Narnia military status and ordered him not to set foot in the castle again.

"I betrayed my most precious loyalty." Cleo confessed before leaving the intelligence agency. "I'm not even as good as those seventeen or eighteen-year-old children."

"The longer you live, the more you worry about it." Edmund sighed, looking at the back of the man leaving alone in the snow.

"Don't forget, the accounts between us haven't been settled yet." Edith made up the knife angrily behind him.