[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

Cair Paravel, the capital of Narnia.

Susan anxiously broke into the small conference room of the Four Kings, her long brown hair fluttering on both sides of her cheeks with the airflow coming in through the door.

"——Edmund is missing?! It's been two full days?!" The Queen's tears welled up in the first moment when she stepped into the space that outsiders could not see.

The Supreme King sat at the round table with dark eyes.

"To be precise, it should be four days." There was no trace of turbulence in his tone, "It will take a lot of flight time for the seagull to send the letter back."

"We should have persuaded him a long time ago... Oh no..." The corners of Susan's eyes were red, and even her eyelashes and lips were trembling, "It's all our fault!"

If one-half of Susan's anxious and sad emotions were shown outwardly, Peter, the eldest brother, only showed one-tenth.The pressure in his heart is only a lot more than that of his sister, and at the moment he is just sitting quietly and dejectedly on the soft sofa.

"I told him that there is no date for this trip." The blond young man looked cold, "—he is looking for death himself."

Susan stopped crying when he heard him "curse" her brother in this way, and cried out in horror, "How can you say that about Ed? He's lost, Peter!"

The Supreme King gritted his teeth, and finally looked up at his sister who was crying so hard.He stood up and embraced her, his palm slightly rubbing her trembling back.

"I'll go to sea to find him in the afternoon. Together with Lucy... arrest all these damned selfish ghosts and lock them up in the dungeon!" Peter said as he finished comforting Susan briefly, grabbed his collar and started to leave .

Anxious to anxious, the Queen of Gentleness never thought that Peter would be so reckless as to leave the whole of Narnia alone.In a way, she was the sane and calmest of the Pevensie family.She hurriedly grabbed Peter and tried to wake him up: "Stop going crazy, Peter Pevensy! Isn't the castle a mess enough now?"

"Two kings sailed away, a ruler disappeared... What will foreigners think when they learn about it? Narnia will be devoured by the invaders until there is no bone left!" Although he does not want to make such a pessimistic assumption, in order to stop the rational The supreme king who lost everything, she can only put all the unspeakable things on the table.

Peter's soul was finally called back by her.He knew in his heart that sailing himself at this moment would not be of much use.Lucy had already stated clearly in the letter that the "Soul Slayer" was severely damaged by the storm, and once the repairs were completed, the entire fleet would search for the Justice King non-stop.And, along with Edmund, Edith, who is excellent in water and born in the navy, may also be able to help.

"We can't do anything, Su..." He closed his eyes in pain, and the emotions he had suppressed for a long time finally broke out. "I'm their elder brother...but I can only sit here and review mountains of memorials...this is more uncomfortable than cutting me twice."

The gentle queen took his hand, and the tears were dry: "I know, we are all the same. If there is still no news from Ed after five days, I will lead the fleet to sail. As long as you are here, Nani Nothing will happen to Ya - that's what everyone believes."

·

On the other side of the ocean, on the slave ship gradually approaching the Thorn Islands, the "Liberator Alliance" has taken shape.The Justice King united a dozen male slaves who were eager to regain their freedom, and got a promise from the half-hearted magician Elvis that he would provide help within his ability.And Edith is already planning to spy on the location of the arsenal, using the simplest but tried and tested trick.

"Is anyone there? Vita is sick!" Edith called out through the closed door.

"Shut up, crazy woman!" The bandit on duty slammed the door with the back of his knife, "I'm going to the island soon, we'll talk about it when the time comes!"

"But she's dying!" Friel chimed in.She used to be a law-abiding person, and her credit value with the traffickers was much higher than that of Edith.

The bandit opened the door impatiently, and glanced roughly inside: the girl in the corner was pale, with upturned eyes, panting/heavy and protracted.

"Please save my sister, please!" Vera lay beside her with tears in her eyes, every word she said was startling.

"She won't make it through today." The black-haired woman sitting at the door even said, "It's a pity...it could have been sold for at least 150 gold coins."

Edith was surprised by her help, and continued to guide according to the original plan: "She has a respiratory emergency, and she must have been stuffy in the basement for too long and was infected by dirty things."

The attendant looked at her suspiciously, not wanting to lose the share of the 150 gold coins: "...then what can I do—do any of you know how to cure this kind of sickness?"

"I can walk around the deck with her on my back." Edith volunteered, "It might help her to get some fresh air."

The bandit had seen Edith's cruelty and was very vigilant. He kicked her heavily on the knee: "Don't move those crooked thoughts, dangerous girl! We will never let you out."

The other party's reaction was in Edith's plan.The reason why she came out for an interview first was to lower the bandit's psychological expectations and make him more accepting of others.She secretly motioned to Fu Ruier, and the girl immediately stepped forward and added: "I don't know how to fight, you can let me carry her."

The bandit was perplexed, distracted by another violent cough from Vita.The little girl was really coughing badly, and she almost wanted to vomit out all her internal organs.He thought for a moment and said, "I'll report to the captain."

In the end, Friel successfully carried Vita to the deck.She pretended to be walking around casually, and her eyes successfully locked on the position of the weapon rack.Near the bow, there are more than a dozen machetes and five harpoons on it.

The two girls returned to the basement and told everyone what they had seen.

"We may only be allocated seven or eight relatively small knives." Edith analyzed, "Harpoons and large knives are mainly allocated to men, and we can't wield them at all."

"On the day of the operation, don't panic, and don't use weapons indiscriminately. Girls aged 14 and above can defend themselves with knives. Little sisters mainly hide and don't move around, because moving targets are easier to spot."

"Scimitars are heavier than we imagined, so don't overestimate your attack speed. They are mainly used for blocking, which can better protect the heart and head. When confronting, stand sideways to reduce the exposed area of ​​the body. When being attacked, use everything around you—even the fish basket can provide an effective buffer, turning fatal wounds into ordinary knife wounds. The other men and I will try our best to cover for everyone. As long as there is a chance to escape, don’t hesitate, Pay attention to the direction - try to spread out in all directions, so that the chance of escape is the greatest."

A dozen girls listened attentively, and even a few conservative women who were reluctant to join at first began to change their attitudes.

"Can we still join?" The black-haired woman finally couldn't help but said, "Since you have decided to escape, no matter how we pretend to be sheep, we will inevitably be accidentally injured."

Edith nodded to them: "Of course. ——If we don't have enough weapons, we can use them from corpses on the ground. Be careful, make sure he's completely dead!"

In the male slave prison, Elvis is trying to practice using magic to burn the rope.Before that, he had practiced for a long time, but he couldn't guarantee a [-]% success rate.

His emerald green eyes stared hard at the hemp rope as thick as his fingers, and a silver light flashed in his eyes for a moment, but it quickly went out as if there was not enough stamina.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." he was so hot that he was scorched by the crooked flames. Yes, cursing is very advanced.

"What's that?" Elvis looked blank, and didn't know how to blow his wrists to cool down.

Edmund almost wanted to kill this clueless guy with his head, but thinking of the upcoming uprising plan, he decided to spare his life: "It's almost like squinting."

The curly-haired young man looked at him helplessly: "Casting spells requires extremely high concentration, and it's not just a matter of staring."

King Justice didn't want to waste time with him: "Then practice quickly!"

At lunch, Edmund could not help inquiring about his background.

Elvis is a guy who doesn't like to be upright. While talking about how he despises the royal family and dignitaries, he talks about his stories of wandering around the world, punishing evil and promoting good.It turned out that he was not really captured by the bandits, but in order to fulfill the promise he made to his friends, he took the initiative to appear on the face of the trafficker, pretending to defeat the captured, in order to help the trafficker rescue her brother who was in trouble.

"Brandon?" The Justice King whispered about his rescue target.

"Hmm." Elvis muttered while chewing on the biscuits.

"Then his sister must be a beauty..." Edmund glanced at the handsome and thin young man, and speculated wittily, "You are not ordinary friends, are you?"

The young man shook off the chestnut hair that hung down to his mouth and hindered his eating, looking unrestrained and unrestrained: "I have many beautiful friends," he chewed inarticulately, "but unfortunately, we always parted before we developed much."

"How about yours, isn't it also a noble lady?" He asked with great interest - men are always keen to discuss such topics.

King Justice sighed silently and buried himself in the cake.

"What does this mean?" Elvis looked confused and impatient.

"We didn't make it." Edmund said simply, as if he didn't want to mention it again.

"Ah?" The young man was even more puzzled, "She and you lived and died together on a deserted island, and they haven't been dealt with yet?"

King Justice gave him a blank look: "It's not a question of whether or not we can get it done."

He didn't continue the chat, and retreated to his own position, closed his eyes and meditated.

·

In the evening, the slave ship finally arrived at the Thorn Islands.The slaves in the two cabins were ready to go, and they had all untied the dead knots on the ropes on their hands and feet, and used loose slipknots to camouflage them.

Hearing the sound, the cabin on the side of the male slave was opened first, and there were many shouts and footsteps of escorts at the door.

"Listen to the signal, hold on tight." Edith squatted by the gap in the doorway of the room and pricked up her ears.

According to the agreement, the party who is released first will observe the movement at all times, and the people at the front of the team are responsible for grabbing the weapons at the moment when they are closest to the weapon rack and passing them back.After the successful action, the male slaves hit the iron frame with a harpoon three times as a signal for all to attack.

"We went around and outflanked them, strangled their necks with ropes, and cooperated with the men's attack - pay attention to your own safety." Edith instructed again.

However, something unexpected seems to have happened.The girls waited quietly in the cabin for 3 minutes, and there was no commotion or fighting outside the cabin as expected.

The sound of the key turning the door lock came, and Edith took two steps back vigilantly, with a suspicious expression on her face.

It was the familiar escort escort who came in: "What are you staring at!" He was very disgusted with the sharp and oppressive eyes of the short-haired woman, but fortunately he was in a good mood when he was about to land, so he didn't plan to do anything to her.

"Get out of the ground and get ready to disembark!"

Edith and all the girls had doubts in their hearts - what happened to the Justice King, why didn't they act according to the agreement?

When she pretended to be bound and jumped onto the deck to look at the shore, she suddenly understood why the action was delayed——

Narnia's "Soul Slayer" was moored quietly in the port, with the golden and red flags fluttering in the wind.

"Lucy?" She couldn't help muttering to herself when she saw the long-lost girl standing on the edge of the pier built with wooden platforms and talking with a bearded man.

Then her eyes met with the King of Justice who was queuing up to disembark ahead of her, and they quickly reached a consensus: waiting for the support of the Narnia fleet, which can better reduce the sacrifice of slaves.

She looked back to comfort other unaware companions, and whispered: "We have found more helpers...a better opportunity is ahead."