[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

Edmund was pushed into the crowd of slaves mixed with fish and dragons, his feet were bound and he squatted on the ground, and he shook his black hair on his forehead helplessly.

In the dark cabin, the captives had different skin tones, ranging from children as young as seven or eight years old to middle-aged people in their 40s and [-]s. They all silently looked at this unfortunate newcomer.

"I heard that you and your little lover have been hiding for three days." A young man with chestnut shoulder-length curly hair spoke first, his tone was not friendly, but it broke the silence around him anyway.

"Thanks for the compliment." King Justice glanced at him, tilted his head and sneered.

He moved his butt to the corner of the room, hoping to leave the place where everyone's eyes gathered as soon as possible.

The young fellow was still staring at him, seeming to be interested in him.After a while, the young man said again: "You don't seem to be worth three days of searching—I suspect you can't even beat Brandon."

Edmund wasn't very interested in talking to the other party, and asked casually, "Who is Brandon?"

The long curly-haired boy raised his eyebrows at him, and glanced at the blond boy who was cowering in the corner opposite him.King Justice followed his gaze and found that the child was fair and thin, obviously not even 15 years old.

"Would it do you any good to piss me off?" He shrugged, his tone not angry.

The young man raised his sharp chin and smiled contemptuously at King Justice: "I hate nobles, that's all."

Edmund was very puzzled.He was wearing the uniform of an ordinary sailor, without any badge or armband of the Narnia royal family; even his finely crafted saber was confiscated by the bandits, and logically speaking, there was no possibility of revealing his identity.

"Those bandits may be idiots, but I'm not," the young man explained complacently. "Your accent doesn't sound like a commoner, and you always straighten your spine tirelessly. Also—sarcasm about others You are always the best at things.”

King Justice couldn't help feeling that this guy was a bit interesting.

"What's your name?" He said flatly.

The young man squinted his green eyes and smiled lightly: "Elvis Hawk—you'd better remember this name."

Edith's refined short knife, stained with the trafficker's blood, was thrown into the sea and disappeared completely.She frowned in distress, and was suddenly thrust into the pile of female slaves in the basement: "Be quiet, short-haired woman!"

She habitually observed her surroundings—there were about twenty people in the room, all young girls, and the oldest was no more than 25 years old.The two smallest round-faced girls in the innermost corner of the room have not yet opened their facial features, and they look only eight or nine years old. Their bodies are covered with mud and blood, and their wrists are bruised.

The beasts!The guilt left in her heart disappeared the moment she witnessed their persecution of children.

"Does anyone know where the ship is heading?" She tried to break the silence and fear around her.

A [-]-year-old girl with big eyes in the crowd replied: "Probably the Thorn Islands in the northeast. There are rich minerals there, but there is no food growing on the wasteland, so they cannot be self-sufficient."

Edith nodded slightly at her, and had a rough guess in her heart.The people on the island need fresh labor to mine, and they also need women to give birth to more children to maintain their bloodlines-they cannot feed everyone, and many people are bought to the island, which may be just a "one-off" cheap tool.

"Wait, why don't they just exchange iron ore for food?" She was puzzled.

The girl is young, but she is very smart: "It's too remote, the traffic is blocked, and it is difficult to make a lot of deals."

"We must strive to control our own destiny." Edith said firmly in the middle of the crowd.Some of the older grown women in the room sniffed at her innocence and sneered silently.

Edith was not discouraged, she looked at the bright young girl and the toddler in the corner: "Girls are not just born to reproduce, we have the right to have the life we ​​want."

A dark-haired adult woman on the side of the room finally couldn't help but said: "Not everyone knows how to use a knife like you, we can't even untie our hands and feet." She retorted sharply, "Blind resistance leads to death, you know?"

Edith looked back at her, her tone showed no sign of weakness: "Resistance may perish, but if you don't resist, it must be a tragedy. Do you want to spend your youth in constant pregnancy and childbirth, and be abandoned and starved to death when you are old? ?”

The talented girl blinked her bright eyes: "What do you want us to do? I am willing to try."

Edith smiled gratefully at her and continued: "I will find a way to join the men next door and act together when they transfer us to the island. The specific plan needs further consideration, but my companion and I I will do my best to save you."

"——I, Compass Onassis, a warrior from the western kingdom of Narnia, would like to fight for the freedom and liberation of girls all my life." She stood up firmly and slowly with her bound feet , with a solemn expression, "Soldiers who want to participate in the operation, please report your names."

"Friel." The girl raised her hands bound by ropes.

"Migado." The No.2 girl with short ear-length hair in the back of the room raised her arms to follow suit.

"Weta and Vera." The two seven or eight-year-old girls followed quickly, and they turned out to be a pair of sisters in distress.

More than a dozen girls were encouraged and chose to join Edith's team one after another.Edith's blood was surging, and the plan in her heart quickly took shape-but first, she needed to communicate with the Justice King on the other side of the wall.

At midnight, King Justice, who was drowsy leaning against the wooden partition wall, heard a clear and steady knocking sound from the opposite side.

The pauses in the voice were long and short, which was an abbreviated version of the Morse code, the intelligence agency's self-created communication method that he was very familiar with.He knew it was Edith who was trying to get in touch with him.

ESCAPE.He clearly heard the girl knock twice.After thinking for a moment, he also started typing: WHEN.

He guessed that Edith would reply "just landed", and sure enough, UPON and LANDING came from the other side of the wall.

He was thinking about the specific personnel arrangement and other matters, and Elvis who was not far away woke up from sleep, and a pair of green eyes stared at him.

Edmund didn't know what was going on in this rebellious young man's mind, so he didn't dare to continue tapping.

Unexpectedly, Elvis had discovered what the Justice King was doing. He moved a few feet closer to him in the dark, and teased in a low voice: "It's all like this and you still need to communicate with your lover? A couple in love is really scary..."

Edmund was noncommittal, and didn't want to reveal any plans without confirming the other party's loyalty.

"I can help you. It's too desolate to just hear the sound." Elvis chuckled softly.

Edmund stared at him puzzled, not knowing how he could help.

The emerald green eyes of the curly-haired youth suddenly ignited with a silver light.I saw him staring at the wooden partition wall for a moment, under the weak light, a wisp of green smoke rose from the center of the dark brown wooden board, and a hole was burned out by his gaze!

Edmund did not expect that the young man would be willing to help him, and he did not expect that he would have such a hidden spell, and his whole body froze in shock.

After calming down for a moment, he asked forcefully, "Since you know magic, why were you still arrested? ... What are you doing here?"

Elvis turned his neck, and his voice was still lazy: "There are some things... It's hard to explain in a short time. But I can tell you that my magic is very unstable, and I can only do these little tricks. "

"—Continue with your sweet talk." He glanced at King Justice disdainfully, retreated to the dark place of the room and closed his eyes, as if he continued to sleep.

Edmund pressed his eyes against the hole in the wall and looked across, carefully observing the burn marks left by the wood.Those remaining scorched black edges have exactly the same effect as the flames, which made him have to feel awe and fear towards the young man—in his concept, except for the lion king Aslan and the gods of Narnia, other people's spells are mostly dark And terrible.

Edith at the other end of the room also found this hole, leaned over and asked in amazement: "How did you do it?!"

The two were finally able to talk in a low voice, explaining what they had seen and heard and the escape plan briefly and efficiently.

……

"Why does Elvis help you?" Edith was also very puzzled by this point.

King Justice frowned slightly: "It's hard to say. Maybe when he helps us, he is also helping himself."

The next morning, rough and dry bread was fed almost simultaneously in the two slave prisons.The hard and woody thing fell on the wooden floor, bounced twice, and made a "dong dong" sound.

"—This is our breakfast?" The Justice King looked at Elvis in disbelief.

"What do you expect?" The boy almost laughed at his innocence, "We are the goods that are about to be sold, not the guests."

Edmund was still staring at the bread on the ground in embarrassment, while some of the boys around him had already snatched away their own portions with interest.

He never wanted to experience the brutality of the White Witch days again.Reluctantly, he rubbed against the magical Elvis, and whispered in his ear, "Can you soften it a bit? Put some water in it..."

The boy stared at him speechlessly, and said in a low voice, "What are you thinking? A magician is not a cook!"

During the conversation, the two looked again at the place where the food was thrown in—there was already empty, and there was not even a piece of bread crumbs left.

"Great," Elvis said sarcastically.

Among the female slaves in the cubicle, Edith saw that everyone was bending over with difficulty, nibbling on the bread bit by bit, and decided to take the risk of teaching everyone to untie their hands.

In fact, she thought about teaching this skill yesterday, because she found that she was familiar with the sailor knots used by traffickers.But she didn't dare to take this risk because she was afraid that someone would check it suddenly and it would be too late to restore it to its original state.When talking with Friel this morning, she learned that the guards would only show up for three meals a day, so she became a little more daring.

"We can work in groups of two and use our hands and mouth to help each other untie the rope." She said firmly but not too loudly, afraid of being heard by people outside the room.

"We tried... this knot is too complicated, and it doesn't work at all." The black-haired woman at the door poured cold water on her again.

Edith continued: "I will untie this knot, who will cooperate with me? I guarantee that this breakfast can be eaten more comfortably."

Friel quickly turned her back to Edith.Her wrist was already slender, and the rope was not tied too tightly. Edith carefully observed the knot for a moment, bit a strand of hemp rope with her teeth, and pulled it outward.Friel exerted force in the opposite direction spiritually, and after a while the first knot was successfully opened.

This knot was repeated three times in total.Edith continued to be busy with her mouth, and after 5 minutes, several turns of the thick and heavy hemp rope finally fell to the ground with a "crash".

"It's unbelievable!" Furiel moved her hands that hadn't been used for dozens of days, her eyes widened in admiration, "Thank you, Compass!"

Following Edith's guidance, she quickly freed the other party's hands.Just as she was about to do the same for the other girls, Edith stopped her: "Wait a minute."

"—We must let everyone learn to untie the rope with their mouths, so as to prevent the personnel from being dispersed in the future."

Friel was amazed by her meticulous thinking for a moment, and the two of them guided other girls one after another.Within half an hour all the girls managed to eat dry bread with their bare hands.

Although Edith quickly restored their knots before lunch, everyone's spirits were undoubtedly lifted by this little incident-they were right.