#428The King and Queen of Ancient Narnia, the Way BackAI Model: gemini-2.5-flashChapter 428 The King and Queen of Ancient Narnia, the Way Back
Two soldiers stood up on the wooden boat, hoisting a dwarf between them, poised to throw him overboard.
"Trumpkin." Aaron raised an eyebrow, surprised he'd run into him here.
Save him? Or not?
The few remaining shreds of justice in his heart transformed into an angel:'Seeing injustice on the road, draw your sword and help. This dwarf must be saved.'
But the thought of 'it's none of my business, I'll just keep my head down' turned into a lazy person lying flat: 'No need. After all, I'm not familiar with Trumpkin. Offending a kingdom to save him isn't worth it. I'll just pretend I didn't see anything.'
Then, a shadowy demon appeared, holding a red trident:'Since I've encountered them, I should still save him, but to be safe, those two soldiers shouldn't be left alive.'
The angel and the lazy person exchanged glances: 'We have no objections, let's do it!'
Recalling his thoughts, Aaron pursed his lips.
He gripped his bow with his left hand and reached behind him with his right to draw two red arrows from his quiver.
He hadn't practiced archery in a long time, but shooting two arrows at once was still no problem.
Whoosh!
Aaron took a deep breath, drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and was about to shoot the two soldiers.
"Stop!"
A sudden furious shout almost made him lose his composure. After realizing what happened, he decisively retreated behind the boulder.
Someone was acting heroically, and he was happy to take it easy.
He saw two men and two women running over, panting, though they looked quite young.
The older man and woman were probably only seventeen or eighteen, the younger boy should be about his age, and the last girl seemed two or three years younger than him.
"This group... are they just going to throw their lives away?" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, because among these four, only the little girl had a dagger; the remaining three only had two shields.
This equipment posed no threat to enemies a dozen meters away, and those two soldiers had crossbows.
"Put him down," the older girl said.
"This is bad," Trumpkin said, stunned.
The two soldiers immediately let go, and with a 'plop,' Trumpkin fell into the river.
"Who are you?" the soldier asked, puzzled. His Majesty said Prince Caspian was kidnapped by Narnians, and the Castle was already under strict lockdown, with no commoners allowed out.
The two boys showed no intention of answering. They exchanged glances and jumped into the river.
One swam to the bottom of the river to save the person, while the other, carrying a shield, swam toward the small boat.
Seeing this, the soldiers also understood. They immediately picked up their crossbows and shot at the opposite bank and the water.
The two girls on the bank immediately screamed and dodged, and the two boys in the water dived deeper.
"Alright! It looks like I still have to make an appearance!"
Aaron shook his head, speechless. He jumped out from behind the boulder and fired two red arrows in quick succession.
Whoosh!
The two arrows struck the hearts of the two soldiers. After two screams, the soldiers fell into the water.
Aaron quickly walked up to the two girls, who hadn't yet recovered, and noticed that the younger one's hand had been cut by a stray arrow, with trickles of blood seeping out.
"You..."
The older girl wanted to say something more, but Aaron ignored her. He directly took out a bottle of red potion from his pocket and handed it to the younger girl. "Open your mouth. One drop should be enough."
"You, this..." The younger girl's mouth twitched slightly. She stared at Aaron, stunned, looking as if she wanted to speak but couldn't.
"Dramatic," Aaron rolled his eyes, directly pinching her mouth open and dropping in one drop.
Before long, the wound on the younger girl's arm completely healed, without even leaving a scar.
"No need to thank me." Aaron patted her head, expecting to receive the little girl's gratitude, but to his surprise, she looked at him with a wronged expression.
"Hey, hey, hey! I saved you, after all!
Can you not look at me like that? Anyone who didn't know would think I did something to you?"
"Lucy." The older girl shook her head slightly, signaling her not to speak up yet.
A moment later, the two boys came ashore.
The older one rescued Trumpkin, whose hands were tied, and the younger one dragged the wooden boat back.
Seeing this, Aaron drew the long sword from his waist and, under the astonished gazes of the two boys, cut the ropes on Trumpkin's hands.
"Pfft! Cough, cough!"
Trumpkin tore off the cloth from his mouth and coughed up several mouthfuls of river water.
He glared at the older girl and roared angrily, "Put him down! You only thought of that line."
"A 'thank you' would suffice," the older girl said, smiling, not understanding why he was angry.
"Thank you?" Aaron laughed impolitely. "Given the situation at the time, 'put him down' was no different from 'drown him quickly.'
You should be more precise with your words, for example, 'put him on the boat' or 'don't kill him.'"
"Why were they trying to kill you?" the younger girl asked.
"They're Telmarines. They're all like that," Trumpkin said.
"Telmarines? In Narnia?" The younger boy was a bit confused.
"Where have you all been hiding for the past few hundred years?"
"Don't worry about those trivial things. I think you need to go back quickly," Aaron said, unbuckling another sword from his waist and handing it to him. "The Telmarines are already preparing to attack the forest. Nikabrik and Trufflehunter are preparing to gather the other Narnians."
"Thank you." Trumpkin took the long sword, then looked at Aaron curiously. "How did you know about us?"
"Last night." Aaron shrugged. "After you were captured, Nikabrik knocked Prince Caspian unconscious, and then I gave him a whack from behind.
After tying them both up, I asked them a few questions in the tree hollow. Unfortunately, a badger came back, and in a hurry, I could only put him in a sack too."
Trumpkin's eyes widened in astonishment, and the two men and two women also exchanged bewildered glances.
This business of hitting people from behind and putting them in sacks doesn't seem very glorious, does it? How can you say it so righteously?
"But don't worry, they're fine. I've already released them.
As for what happens next, I don't want to participate. I can only wish you good luck."
"Understood." Trumpkin nodded, then looked at the other four. "Thank you all too. Although they would have drowned me even without your help, at least you genuinely wanted to save me."
"We can talk about that later." The younger boy pointed to the sword in Trumpkin's hand and said awkwardly but politely, "Can you give it back to me? It's mine?"
"Yours?" Trumpkin was startled, then looked at Aaron. "Isn't this sword yours?"
"It's not his, it's Edmund's," the older boy said, exasperated. "The other sword in his hand is mine."
"And my bow and arrows," the older girl added.
"My potion bottle," Lucy said weakly, raising her right hand.
Rumble!
Aaron's mouth twitched violently, and a stampede of imaginary alpacas thundered through his mind.
At this moment, he had some guesses about the identities of these two men and two women... the Kings and Queens of Old Narnia.
But this was too coincidental! Running into these people was one thing, but using their equipment one by one right in front of them was a bit awkward.
However... were these Kings a bit too weak?
They were completely ordinary people; he couldn't feel any magic fluctuations from them.
Realizing this, his courage immediately swelled.
"Ahem! I found these things in a ruin, but that doesn't prove they're yours," Aaron said righteously. "There were four statues there, but no little girl."
"Those were carved to look like me when I grew up," Lucy said. "The way we looked before we left Narnia."
"Four statues." Trumpkin seemed to have thought of something, looking at the two men and two women in disbelief. "No way? Is it you? You are the Kings and Queens of Old Narnia?"
"King Peter, the Magnificent," the older boy said, extending his hand.
Trumpkin didn't react. The King of Old Narnia suddenly extending his hand to him felt somewhat unreal.
"Perhaps you should omit the latter half," the older girl teased.
"Pfft! Hahaha..."
Aaron clutched his stomach and laughed, barely managing to control himself when he saw Peter's face darken.
"Sorry, I'm also trained. No matter how funny it is, I won't laugh, unless I can't help it.
Hahaha... If I'm not mistaken, you should be under twenty, which doesn't seem to fit with 'Magnificent.'"
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen, probably a bit younger than you."
"I can tell." Peter said, exasperated. "Can you return our weapons? They're originally ours."
"Hmm..." Aaron pretended to ponder. "It's not impossible to return them to you, but there are a few questions you need to answer."
"Ask away?"
"How did you get here?"
"It's a long story," Lucy said.
"Then make it short."
"While we were waiting for the train..."
"Wait, you said waiting for the train?" Aaron's pupils widened slightly, as if he understood something, and a smile appeared on his lips. "So that's it, so that's it.
No wonder after several hundred years, you return still as youths. This trip is truly fascinating."
These four people should be like him, but they should come from another human world, or rather, a parallel world.
After Caspian blew the horn, a mysterious force pulled them back.
"You know about trains?" Peter looked at Aaron in surprise. "Are you also?"
"It's just as you think." Aaron sighed slightly, then began to speak nonsense with a straight face. "I just slept on a train, and when I woke up, I was in this inexplicable place.
I arrived a few days earlier than you, surviving in the wilderness in the forest alone. It's quite difficult to have made it this far."
The four exchanged glances, unsure what to say.
At least they had a way back then, but this guy had actually lived alone in the forest for several days.
"If Professor's wardrobe is still there, you can go back through it," Lucy said.
"What? Are you serious?"
"We came to Narnia through the magical wardrobe a year ago, but it seems that hundreds of years have passed in Narnia during the one year we were gone."
Aaron felt enveloped by happiness at this moment. He was just trying to avoid the war between Narnia and the Telmarines, and then someone told him there was a way to return to the human world. What could be more surprising than that?