#430Enter the boss's sight, Prince Caspian's big pieAI Model: gemini-2.5-flashChapter 430: Entering the Boss's Sight, Prince Caspian's Big Pie
Peter led the way, guiding the others through the tangled forest, only to successfully reach a dead end.
Looking at the road ahead, blocked by stones, Aaron couldn't help but secretly click his tongue, "Turns out it's not just my sister who's unreliable; my brother is the same."
"I'm not lost."
"Then please explain what this wall in front of us is all about?" Aaron rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me the map in your head is Narnia from hundreds of years ago."
"It was a year ago," Peter said, feigning composure, but seeing Aaron's suspicious gaze, he quickly couldn't keep it up. "It was hundreds of years ago, but the general direction must be correct.
You and Caspian separated in the Shuddering Wood, and the fastest way to get there is to cross the Rush River."
"Uh... I don't know these place names. I only know that this is definitely not the Rush River.
Also, I must remind you, what I want is to go home, not to go to war with you.
What about the promise of being able to return through the wardrobe? Are you sure you're not leading me in the opposite direction?"
Peter hesitated for a moment, then honestly said, "We're short on time now. If we go back and forth, the war will be over."
"You mean... I still have to wait for you to finish this war."
Peter nodded awkwardly, not denying it.
Aaron:... If I back out now, I probably won't get those supplies back.
Taking several deep breaths, Aaron suppressed his irritation. "King Peter, solemn and sublime... actually tricked a fifteen-year-old like me in various ways. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
The undisguised sarcasm and teasing made Peter's face flush slightly. "I said I'd take you there, but I didn't say when."
"Are you being a scoundrel?" Aaron snorted, "Fine, just tell me the correct direction, and we'll meet again."
Peter was speechless from the retort. After a few seconds of silence, he pointed in a direction.
"Keep going straight, and if nothing unexpected happens..."
"If nothing unexpected happens, you'll see a magnificent Castle," Trumpkin interjected. "The Telmarine Castle is in that direction."
Slam!
Aaron slapped his forehead. "So, my way home is in enemy territory, is that right?"
"Only possibly," Trumpkin added, "I can confirm that the Telmarines haven't found any secret passages there."
"Actually, even without the Telmarines, the opening time of the passage is uncertain.
During our rule of Narnia, we specifically looked for it, but couldn't find it. Then, when we stopped looking, it appeared," Susan said unhurriedly, pouring a kettle of boiling water on Aaron's shattered heart.
"I'm really unlucky," Aaron's mood was low, and his voice held a hint of indignation. "I just wanted to find a safe place, why is it so hard?"
"After Narnia regains peace, you'll definitely be able to go home," Lucy said earnestly. "Susan's horn called us back to save Narnia. I think after we complete this mission, we'll go back to school."
"Thanks for the comfort." Aaron waved his hand weakly, but the next moment he seemed to think of something. "You just said... complete the mission?"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
Aaron didn't answer, but silently opened his mission panel in his mind.
"Save Narnia;
Complete mission reward 1000 magicpoints, no penalty for mission failure, accept?"
Muttering 'just as expected,' Aaron decisively chose to accept.
This mission wasn't difficult for him, but it was very complex.
There were countless ways to save Narnia. The simplest and most direct was to cast magic on the Telmarine Castle. The Divine Thunder Hall, activated with his current magic level, could definitely cover that Castle, ensuring nothing would be left after a sky-filling thunderous bombardment.
Without enemies, Narnia would naturally be free from threat.
But this idea was somewhat unrealistic. He wasn't the kind of person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Massacring a city was something he truly couldn't do.
Aaron pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the two men and two women, then he sighed deeply. "Our goals are aligned now. Let's find Caspian first."
"Let's take a detour!" Peter shrugged. "I still remember a shorter path."
Aaron hesitated slightly, then turned to look at Trumpkin.
Compared to the inexplicably confident Peter, he felt the local was more reliable.
"Hey! What do you mean by that?"
"It's obvious, Peter," Susan said with a smile. "I also think we should have listened to him from the start.
Trumpkin, do you know the correct route?"
"There are shallows near Beruna; we can dive across."
Aaron's mouth twitched. "Actually, King Peter isn't always unreliable, is he?"
"Follow me!" Peter puffed out his chest. "At least the path I choose doesn't require diving."
Everyone exchanged glances and silently followed behind Peter.
After walking for a while, Peter looked at the cliff, dozens of meters high, and fell silent.
"Rivers erode the land over time, cutting downwards," Susan said.
"Shut up!"
"Is there a way down?" Edmund asked, looking at Trumpkin.
"Yes, fall down."
"At least we're not lost. The Shuddering Wood is on the opposite bank," Peter said stubbornly.
"I can climb down," Aaron said, raising his hand helplessly. "I've learned free climbing. A few days ago, I climbed a cliff even higher than this. But the problem is, I can't take people across, let alone with a little girl in the team, and still..."
Before he finished speaking, Aaron keenly sensed a gaze falling on him, though without much hostility.
"Aslan!" Lucy suddenly pointed excitedly to the opposite side. "Did you see him? He's just... there."
But everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and saw no one.
"Aslan?" Aaron involuntarily swallowed. Did this mean he had entered the sight of a great figure?
"Do you still see him now?" Trumpkin asked suspiciously.
"I'm not crazy, he was just here, he wants us to follow him."
"How do we go?" Aaron forced a smile. "I don't doubt that you saw him, but following him is a bit much to ask. We can't even get to the other side."
"Exactly," Trumpkin said flatly. "I'm also not going to jump off a cliff to follow some non-existent fellow."
"Last time I didn't believe Lucy, and I ended up looking like an idiot," Edmund interjected.
Peter pursed his lips, glanced at the opposite side, then turned his gaze to his sister. "Why can't I see him?"
"Maybe you're not looking carefully."
"Maybe he doesn't want to see you at all," Aaron thought to himself.
"Sorry, Lu Lu." Peter slowly shook his head, deciding to go with Trumpkin to dive at Beruna. Susan and Edmund also followed behind.
"Let's go!" Aaron patted Lucy's shoulder. "You were a Queen for a while, after all. You can't cry just because they don't believe you, can you?"
Lucy took a deep look at the spot where Aslan had appeared, then reluctantly turned and left.
Meanwhile, deep in the forest.
Caspian was surrounded by Narnians: Centaurs, Minotaurs, Fauns, Dwarfs, and even Mice, all verbally attacking him.
"Kill him."
"Telmarine."
"Liar."
Caspian looked at these furious mythical creatures, and his heart immediately sank by half.
He had hoped to seek their help, but now it seemed a blessing from God if he wasn't killed by them.
"This horn only proves that they stole something from us again," Nikabrik said coldly.
"I didn't steal anything."
"Didn't steal anything?" The Minotaur said angrily, "Shall we list the Telmarines' plunder?"
"Our homes, our land, our freedom, our lives, they stole Narnia..."
The Narnians spoke one after another, describing the Telmarines' atrocities in very concise words.
Caspian's gaze swept around. "You want me to be responsible for the crimes committed by my people?"
"Responsible, and punished," Nikabrik said.
"You speak with such depth, Dwarf." A Mouse drew its sword and walked up to him. "Perhaps you've forgotten that it was your race that fought alongside the White Witch."
"I'd be happy to do it again," Nikabrik parried the Mouse's sword, "as long as it means getting rid of these barbarians."
"Good thing you don't have the magicto call her back," the Badger said. "Or do you want this child to fight Aslan?"
"Some of you may have forgotten, but we Badgers remember very clearly.
Narnia will only prosper when humans are King."
No sooner had he spoken than Nikabrik couldn't take it anymore. "He's a Telmarine! Let him be our King?"
The others also opposed, their angry shouts rising one after another.
"Because I can help you," Caspian suddenly said, and the curses quieted a little.
"Outside this forest, I am a Prince; the Telmarine throne belongs to me.
Help me secure the throne, and I can bring us shared peace."
"It's true, the time is ripe." The Centaur leader stepped forward. He had great prestige among the Narnians, and the others tacitly remained silent.
"I watch the stars, I am responsible for watching the stars, just as the Badger is responsible for memory.
The stars Tarva and Alambil are close together in the sky. Now a Son of Man has come to restore our freedom."
"Is this possible? Do you really think there will be peace?"
Caspian looked at the Squirrel speaking from the tree, a forced smile on his lips. "Two days ago, I didn't believe there were talking animals, or Dwarfs, or Centaurs... but now you appear here in numbers unimaginable to us Telmarines."
Saying this, Caspian took out the horn. "Whether this horn has magic or not, it brought us together to unite and cooperate.
We will have a chance to reclaim what belongs to us."
Swish!
The Centaur drew his long sword and held it in front of him. "If you lead us, then my son and I will serve you with all our might."
The other Narnians also raised their weapons, showing their allegiance.
"We will also serve you, wholeheartedly," the Mouse said, bowing to Caspian.
"Miraz's army is not far from us, Your Majesty," the Badger reminded him.
"If we are to meet them in battle, we must quickly find soldiers and weapons," Caspian said earnestly. "I believe they will arrive soon."