[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

When she woke up the next day, Edith couldn't remember what she said in a broken and slightly drunk state last night.But in any case, that was definitely not her intention - she was a warrior of Narnia, the king's caretaker, and she should never throw him more unsolvable problems.

The Justice King changed his shirt again this morning.It was late spring, and many young men with high firepower had changed into short-sleeved shirts. Edmund also followed the trend and put on a light beige linen jacket.But in fact, he obviously only put on a new white shirt yesterday afternoon, but it was ill-fated, and Edith cried all over it in the middle of the night.Fortunately, she lost her eyesight and couldn't find out about it, otherwise she would definitely feel guilty and ashamed.

He was still very happy that Edith was willing to show him her true emotions.But he also felt sorry for her.Last night, she didn't talk much about the inconvenience or pain of losing her eyes, but gritted her teeth and said that she could practice living in the dark, and even practice swords.What she was worried about were several other issues. First of all, from her personal point of view, it was impossible for the Narnia army to give her the privilege of staying in the Intelligence Bureau. The useless person accepted by Kyle Paravel; secondly, from a larger perspective, she vaguely reveals concerns about the future fate of Narnia.What she said "everything is not over" does not seem to be empty.

In the short meeting in the morning, the girl's eyes were slightly swollen, but her figure was still as straight and resolute as a warrior.She could already listen to voices and argue for positions, neatly arranged in the formation of soldiers, and did not need Lucy and the others to support her when the meeting was over.She heard the voices of King Justice and First Officer Derek explaining the duty, followed the voice and approached them, leaning on the railing and waiting for them to finish their conversation.

"What do you want to say to me?" Edmund quickly ended the conversation and walked towards her with concern.

"The nonsense I said last night... don't tell anyone." Her tone was half threatening.

"You did not say anything terrible," replied the King of Justice, "but I said that if anyone dares to gossip about you, he should pull out his tongue."

"Tyrant." Edith commented with a sneer.

"I wish you had the same energy to accuse me last night..." Edmund said, "but then you just talked to yourself, and you didn't turn your head at all, and you couldn't listen to a word of advice."

Edith blinked her eyes, and her eyes seemed no longer as dazed as they were a few days ago: "It's my fault." She said frankly, "You don't need to worry about things after returning to Cair Paravel. I believe The Supreme King will give the most rational arrangement, as for us... It depends on fate, so we can get together and part, and it is not difficult to see each other again."

Edmund looked around for a while, making sure that there was no one else around, he held her shoulders and said, "It seems that you have forgotten what I said yesterday—as long as you want, I can move you to Kai immediately when I return to China." Come to the palace, El Paravel, and announce your engagement when you come of age in two months. Let the gossips go, 'The Blind Queen,' so what? I'm only afraid you're not used to that life."

"Did you really say that yesterday?" Edith suspected that she was stunned by the hilt of Clotho's sword in the Battle of Red Island, and she didn't remember it at all. "Then you are really drunk."

"I'm tired of living in fear." A sailor passed by them, and the Justice King reflexively stopped, coughing lightly to signal Edith. "I'm actually very envious of your past life... We are the same people."

"Then you should really hate marriage." Edith lowered her voice, "At least I hate it."

Edmund nodded and said yes: "Yes... But I'm afraid that if I don't do this, Narnia will not be able to protect you. If you still want to stay in Cair Paravel, Calormen will one day Discovery. Nothing will stop them from demanding that Narnia turn over the murderer like a title of queen-to-be."

"Even you acquiesce that I can't stay in the Intelligence Bureau any longer?" Edith asked suddenly, her focus is always different from that of ordinary people, "The King of Justice, can't you secretly hide a idle soldier in the Intelligence Bureau? What's more, I don't necessarily have to be idle - I can still do some simple jobs slowly."

Edmund just shook his head: "I don't want to sneak around like this anymore—Peter and Susan, they will find out one day. Why don't we make it clear to them once we return to the castle."

"No!" Edith suddenly uttered a sharp retort, which almost alarmed the sailors on duty in the distance, "Have you forgotten what I said yesterday? Doing so will exacerbate the deterioration of the Calormen relationship, and in history It’s not like this, people like me don’t exist at all, and I will have my own destination.”

"Why are you so obsessed with history?" King Justice also became a little impatient, and quickly said, "This is a paradox of an endless loop, including your worries that you shouldn't have...they can still be changed, why do you have to Do you believe in the prophecy of the prophet who met by chance?"

"He told Elvis to cut the red ribbon, but he didn't tell him that the sword bearer would die; he told you to turn in the light, but he didn't tell you how to break through the darkness... Don't you think he is indistinguishable from good to evil, from friend to foe Is he not Aslan, Ettie."

The girl closed her eyes in pain and sighed heavily.After a long time, she slowly said: "Some things have been proven... I have no way not to believe him."

There has never been true empathy in the world, not even a close friend, not even a lover, not even a combination of the two.As the "soul killers" get closer to the harbor of Narnia, more complicated decisions and unpredictable situations are still waiting for them.

·

Cair Paravel South Temple Gardens.

"I didn't expect that we would meet here, Prince Ramandro." The person who spoke was a 35-year-old, light-skinned aristocratic man, one of the three island feudal lords of the Lonely Islands in the territory of Narnia.He has thick eyebrows and stern eyes, and the corners of his slightly pursed mouth cannot hide his ambition.

"Lord Taylor of Dorne, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He was talking with Lamanjo, Prince of Calormen, who came to Narnia two days ago to discuss the tariff issue between the two countries, and the cousin of the reigning Tithrock (I wish him long life).The prince has a curly beard, dark skin, and a rough face. He is about 40 years old.The two middle-aged men who met for the first time met each other with meaningful smiles.

"Maybe we should find a place that is more suitable for conversations between men. The tea party here is too mother-in-law." Both of them had only personal attendants to accompany them, and Ramanjo revealed his rough nature during the conversation.

"It's better to move to the small round hall of the North Hall—there is the best meeting place recommended by the Supreme King to me."

La Manzhuo bowed slightly: "Please."

"I didn't expect you to be so respectful to Peter, a kid in his twenties." As soon as he entered the confined environment, Ramanzhuo's arrogant and arrogant nature was undoubtedly revealed.

"Perhaps you should learn how to restrain your edge, Your Excellency." Taylor sat down on the soft chair opposite him, exhorting his companions.

"—We are grasshoppers on the same rope now." He raised his thick eyebrows and smiled slightly, "I don't want my allies to expose themselves too impatiently."

La Manzhuo snorted contemptuously, and collapsed in the seat without sitting: "You have no right to educate me, Lord Taylor. Don't forget who threw the olive branch first." He raised his hand and called himself The waiter came over to pour the wine and adjusted his sitting posture a little.

"But I was the first one to fulfill my promise." Lord Lonely took up his glass calmly, and nodded his thanks to the waiter, "I was the one who dismissed Peter just right ten months ago. Without the opportunities I created for you, you would not be able to Successfully persuaded Jutus to come to Narnia to die."

La Manzhuo nodded slightly in acquiescence, but there was not much smile on his face.He is the supporter behind the five princes of Calormen. In order to assist his allies to ascend to the throne, he has reached a cooperation with Tyro, the Lord of Dorne, through a secret letter a year ago-from Tyro to Kyle Paravel Write a letter to lie that there are rebels on the isolated island, and transfer the Supreme King Peter away, so as to give Ramanjo the opportunity to get rid of the fourth prince Youtus with the help of others.

"Isn't it just a woman that you want?" the bearded man said dismissively, "Susan Pevensie, that haughty vase that made your marriage proposals rejected three times, and the bridge of your nose was crushed."

"And the independence of the three islands of the Lonely Islands," Taylor added.

La Manzhuo drank heavily and slapped the silver cup on the square table: "No one cares about your small island. There are no villages or shops behind that place, and there are pitifully few mineral resources. Which mainland country can rule it? I Just lend you a thousand soldiers to settle the remaining two islands."

Facing Ramanjo's humiliation, Taro was obviously displeased.But he still calmly asked the waiter to fill the wine glass for the prince, and said with a pleasant face: "Maybe we should talk about the various deployments in the future when we stay in Cair Paravel for a month. The fire attack you mentioned... What is it?" Attack method?"

·

Office of the Supreme King.

"Are Ed and Lulu here?" Susan asked worriedly as she passed the room where Brother Wang was on the way to the dinner party.

"Not yet." Peter was buried in a mountain of documents, and he had no time to look up. "You have been asking for three days, Su. They are returning from the far southeastern sea area, and it is impossible to come back so soon."

The gentle queen, with her head full of jewelry, suddenly walked straight into Peter's room willfully, closed the door and sat on the sofa opposite him: "I don't want to have dinner with Taylor anymore, Pete."

The Supreme King finally raised his head from the official document, looked at his sister with a tired face, and sighed at her: "We agreed, Su——you will deal with Taro, and La Manzhuo will leave it to me."

"I don't understand." The super-beautiful queen bit her red lips that had just been put on makeup, "We have politely rejected him three times... The paperwork was written stronger each time, and the last time was even in front of me. Wrote it while cursing him. Why doesn't he give up?"

"He is staying in Cair Paravel this time, obviously because he wants to see you more." Peter shrugged helplessly, "But at least I don't think he has other ambitions—this is better than the unkind Ramandra who came. much better."

"There's nothing going on in the Lonely Islands. He always talks about things when he comes to Narnia this time, but we don't want to see them off because of etiquette." Susan said irritably, "He called you to travel east last year. Sometimes, it's just for trivial matters... This man is not young anymore, and he looks dignified, why doesn't he handle things beautifully at all?"

The Supreme King glanced at the clock on the wall - there was still a quarter of an hour until the appointed time for the dinner.

"I think you have to leave." He said as softly as possible, "You persist for two more days... When Ed and the others come back, I will 'reward' him with Taylor as punishment for the crime of deceiving the king. "

The gentle queen's depressed mood was much brightened by the consistent jokes between the two brothers.A smile finally appeared on her face, and she got up to continue working: "I really miss Ed's murderous eyes—hope he can come back soon to save me."