A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"I've already agreed to the duel. Is there anything else you're not satisfied with?"

"Nonsense, in my opinion this duel is completely meaningless."

Peter lost, he will certainly die, but the remaining Narnias may not surrender. You lost, you might be lucky enough to survive, but once you are safe, they will probably sound the horn of attack immediately.

"In short, no one will abide by the rules of the contract," Aaron said righteously, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the tent, who all instinctively looked away.

"Then you still dare to come?" Miraz asked in surprise.

"The hope is slim, but we have to try!" Aaron said helplessly. "This is Peter's idea, and it has nothing to do with me."

My thinking is simpler: if a duel is unavoidable, it doesn't matter; it's nice to liven up the atmosphere before the official battle.

If the king can be beheaded, the morale of our side will be greatly boosted, increasing our chances of victory by 20%.

Of course, the same applies to you.

Miraz's lips twitched slightly, and he felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

Peter did need a duel to boost morale, but he didn't. The army could easily overwhelm them and the victory would be secured.

But now that he had agreed to the duel in front of so many people, he, the newly enthroned king, couldn't very well go back on his word.

Winning makes no difference to him, but losing would be a huge mistake; he wouldn't even have a firm grip on his throne before his life would be in danger.

“Let’s set a time!” Aaron suggested. “The Tanmo army set up camp this morning, and the entire army hasn’t had a proper rest yet.”

I won't take advantage of you. How about we set the time for this time tomorrow?

“Okay.” Miraz agreed without hesitation.

As soon as the two left the tent, Edmund's legs went weak, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

"That scared me to death."

"That's a rather aggressive statement. Aren't you afraid Miraz will flip the table?"

“He won’t,” Aaron said calmly. “When the negotiations started, I was less than ten meters away from him. My fighting ability is still a threat to ordinary people. As long as I don’t embarrass him too much, he won’t make any rash moves.”

Although I used a bit of reverse psychology, what really forced him to make a choice were the Tammo general and council elders. This backstabbing was sure to make him question his life.

In the end, the truth is sometimes more convincing than a lie.

I've laid out the meaning and value of this life-or-death duel clearly; he'll never suspect that we're just stalling for time.

Edmund was speechless upon hearing this.

But soon a relaxed smile spread across his face. "I originally only wanted to postpone it until the afternoon, but you pushed it all the way to tomorrow, so you've exceeded your target."

“That’s not important. What’s important is that Miraz’s throne is unstable right now.” Aaron frowned slightly. “Anyone with eyes can see that refusing the challenge is the best option, but there are three people stirring things up in his tent, forcing him to agree. That’s a bit unusual.”

"This...it should be alright, right?" Edmund said somewhat uncertainly.

“Maybe!

But the struggle for power is often endless.

Currently, Caspian has lost to Miraz, but who can guarantee that others don't covet the throne?

It's a small miracle that you four siblings have been able to rule Narnia for so many years and live in harmony.

Edmund paused for a moment, then scratched his head in confusion. "That's complicated enough."

However, this has little to do with us, and the final battle between the Tammor and Narnia is about to begin. Even if they want to fight amongst themselves, they should wait until the war is over.

"That's true."

After walking a long way, the two returned to the bunker.

Caspian immediately leaned in and asked, "So? He agreed, right?"

"Of course, with King Edmund personally taking charge, what can't be handled?" Edmund said smugly. "Not only did we agree, we also postponed the duel to tomorrow noon."

"Great!" Peter clapped his hands, slightly excited. "Digging the tunnel is easy enough, but bringing all those flammable materials over will be a bit more difficult. With the cover of night, they won't be easily discovered."

“We’ll set off this afternoon,” Susan said seriously. Although Lucy was somewhat confident in finding Aslan, setting off earlier would increase their chances of success.

Caspian nodded slightly and led Lucy and Susan to a black horse.

"Descher is a good horse and has always taken good care of me. It will work well with you."

"Hand in hand?" Lucy laughed. "Shouldn't we say 'hoof' instead of 'horse'?"

Caspian smiled helplessly and helped the two men onto their horses.

He looked at Susan, paused for a few seconds, and said, "Good luck."

"Thanks."

“This,” Caspian said, taking out the magic horn, “should perhaps be returned to its rightful owner.”

“Why don’t you keep it safe?” Susan said. “You might need to come to me again.”

Caspian paused for a moment, a slight blush rising to his face, unsure whether to put down the horn.

"Um... I might have come at the wrong time." Aaron emerged from the shadows, looking embarrassed, and said with a teasing expression, "I've interrupted your confession."

"No." ×2.

Caspian and Susan said in unison, but as soon as they finished speaking, they both turned their faces away in embarrassment.

"Tsk tsk tsk! There's nothing wrong with admitting it."

This kind of mutual attraction is quite rare; you two should cherish it.

"You seem to have a lot of experience," Lucy asked curiously.

"If you have one, no, a group of elders in your family who urge you to get married as soon as possible, or even arrange blind dates for you before you graduate, you'll know how difficult it is to find someone you like."

"You're only fifteen!" Lucy said in surprise.

“Age has never been a problem,” Aaron shrugged. “At least that’s what they think.”

“What are you doing here?” Caspian asked.

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your girlfriend.” Aaron patted him on the shoulder and reached into the red magic circle to take out a silver pistol. “Two girls going deep into the forest can’t go without some weapons to protect themselves. Susan is an excellent archer, but Lucy… her dagger, in my opinion, is only good for sharpening pencils.”

"Twelve bullets, use them sparingly."

Chapter 441 Upright Character? Someone Wants to Be the Fisherman

The next day, Peter emerged from the bunker amidst the cheers and shouts of the Narnias.

He changed into a set of silver armor, held a silver shield in his left hand, and Edmund held his royal sword, which was his personal weapon.

On the other side was Miraz, who was already prepared. He was wearing a set of dark gold armor, and behind him was the cheering of countless Tanmo soldiers.

"Something's not quite right," Aaron said thoughtfully as he walked.

“Something’s definitely not right. We all know the Tanmo don’t keep their promises.” Edmund wore his standard fake smile, his expression exactly the same as yesterday.

“No, that’s only one aspect.” Aaron’s expression hardened slightly. “Look who’s standing next to Miraz.”

"Who else could it be? It's just the general and..." Edmund's voice trailed off, barely suppressing his astonishment, "How could it be the three of them?"

“That’s exactly what I was worried about. The three people who encouraged Miraz to accept the challenge yesterday were all there, but none of the others were seen. There’s something wrong with that,” Aaron said meaningfully. “Miraz is quite pitiful. He just successfully usurped the throne, and before he’s even settled in, someone has already set their sights on his position.”

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked, puzzled.

"We are in..."

“We’re talking about Miraz’s fate,” Aaron said, adopting an air of superiority. “I’m, by all accounts, a fortune teller.”

Although there's no crystal ball here, my third eye tells me that today is Miraz's death day.

"I won, didn't I?" Peter breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was somewhat confident in his swordsmanship, there was a big difference between self-satisfaction and reality.

"I don't know if you can win, but Miraz will definitely die."

Someone wants to create a situation where the two sides fight, so that a third party can reap the benefits. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be one of the three people behind Miraz, with the middle one, Lord Pushupi, being a member of the Tanmo Council; he is the most likely candidate.

Edmund nodded in agreement and said in a deep voice, "Peter, we must prepare as soon as possible."

"I estimate that the war will begin as soon as the duel ends, and Pushupi won't give us any time to react."

“Understood.” Peter took a deep breath. “Aaron, go and inform Caspian later, and tell him to be ready to strike at any time.”

“I’ll go!” Edmund said. “Your safety will be guaranteed if he stays here.”

“That’s right, Miraz isn’t a good person either.”

"I can't rule out, no, he'll definitely resort to some underhanded tricks."

Peter nodded slightly, then drew the longsword that Edmund was holding and showed it to Miraz opposite him, indicating that he was ready.

Miraz sat in his chair, adjusted the wrist guards on his arm, and subtly winked at General Sopi, who was holding the crossbow, "Once you realize the situation is unfavorable to me..."

Sopi glanced down at the crossbow in his hand, then exchanged a subtle look with Pusuppi. "I understand, Your Majesty."

Miraz was slightly relieved and took the helmet from Pusuppi's hand. "If I win, I hope I won't disappoint you too much."

A general on one side presented weapons and shields, and Miraz slowly walked onto the ring, standing opposite Peter. "It's not too late to surrender now."

"You should surrender!"

How many more people must die for the throne?

“You.” Peter pulled down his mask. “One.”

The next moment, the two charged at each other, their swords and shields clashing together with a clang.

Peter was young and strong, while Miraz was quite experienced. The situation remained deadlocked for the first few rounds, but in less than half a minute, Peter slashed Miraz across the back with his sword.

Just as the centaurs and black bear watching the battle up close were smiling, Miraz slammed his shield into Peter's face, knocking off his helmet.

Peter leaned back to dodge the sword tip aimed at his neck, then quickly crouched down and swept the blade horizontally, leaving a bloody gash on Miraz's knee.

Miraz grunted and took a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and Peter.

He quickly gave Sopi a wink, signaling him to release the arrow immediately.

But the general held the crossbow bolts, his expression unchanged, and he made no comment.

Miraz, unsure whether he genuinely hadn't seen it or was pretending, roared in anger and thrust his sword at Peter.

In his rage, his fighting prowess instantly surged, and he quickly overpowered Peter, kicking him to the ground before stomping hard on Peter's shield.