Chapter 429: A Gunshot, and There Were Exactly Five Bullets Left

"Take me there, and I'll return your equipment to you right away."

"Okay." Peter said, "but we're not sure if the passage is still there."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to take me there." Aaron immediately returned the bow and arrow to Susan, and the long sword in his hand to Peter. As for the medicine bottle, he wanted to secretly close it, after all, it was a potion more precious than the tears of the phoenix.

"Where's my medicine bottle?" Lucy reminded meaningfully.

"I hate people with good memory." Aaron smiled awkwardly, "You haven't eaten yet, how about I treat you to a good meal, with a large amount of food, and the bottle of potion..."

Lucy showed an innocent smile, "Although I look only twelve or thirteen years old, I was once the queen of Narnia, and I was older than you before I left Narnia."

"Okay!" Aaron sighed and reluctantly returned the red medicine bottle.

Trimble paused for a moment, then handed the sword in his hand to Edmund, "I'll give it back to you, my majesty."

"What happened to Narnia during the time we were away?" Peter asked.

"Let's talk while we walk!" Trimble said solemnly, and then asked the five people to get on the boat.

Peter took the initiative to paddle and followed the river into a canyon.

"What's your name?" Edmund asked.

"Gaius, Aaron Gaius.

In this world, I am just a nobody, and my fame is far less than that of you four kings."

"They are so quiet." Lucy said, looking at the trees on both sides of the canyon.

"They are trees, what do you expect them to be like?" Trimble said lightly.

"I used to be able to dance."

"The Tanmers came not long after you left, and all the survivors hid in the woods.

As for the trees, they buried themselves deeply, and no one heard from them."

"I don't understand." Lucy said sadly, "How could Aslan let all this happen?"

"Aslan? He left us when you left us."

"So..." Aaron swallowed hard, "Isn't that lion a legend?"

"Of course not." Lucy said seriously, "We fought side by side with him!"

"Can you tell me how strong he is?" Aaron asked. If nothing unexpected happens, Aslan may be a creature in this world that can threaten him, and it would be good to know more information.

"I can't really say that." Lucy scratched her head. "As soon as you see him, you will feel that he is trustworthy and respectable.

When the White Witch ruled Narnia, the whole world was covered with ice and snow, but as soon as he came back, winter turned into spring.

The White Witch petrified many people who resisted her at that time, and Aslan just blew a breath and they recovered. In the final battle, his roar allowed us who were in a slump to overwhelm the enemy army."

Aaron:......

The identification is completed. At least he is at the level of a holy mage. He is an existence that I can't afford to offend.

And Aslan must still be alive. At that level, life span can no longer bind him. At least he won't die by chance in these hundreds of years.

But Aslan seems to be on the side of justice. As long as he doesn't do anything that angers the heavens and endangers the world, he shouldn't be offended.

"We didn't mean to leave." Peter said apologetically.

"It doesn't make any difference, right?"

"Take us to the Narnians, we'll solve it."

"Wait, you promised to take me home?" Aaron said unnaturally.

"We keep our promises." Lucy shrugged.

......

The boat docked at the shore, and Trimblekin dropped the anchor and kicked it twice, embedding it into the ground.

Aaron followed Peter, Edmund, and Susan to pull the wooden boat to the shore.

Lucy saw a black bear not far away and approached with interest. In her cognition, the Narnians were still as hospitable as they were hundreds of years ago.

"Hello!"

Roar!

The black bear growled and then stood up.

"It doesn't matter, we are your friends."

"Is your sister mentally ill?" Aaron took a breath, "I thought she was quite reliable, but now it seems that it was my illusion."

"Don't move, Your Majesty." Trimblekin said hurriedly, and Lucy subconsciously stood where she was.

At this time, footsteps reached her ears. Lucy turned her head and saw that the black bear was rushing towards her. She was so scared that she ran back immediately.

Susan immediately drew her bow and arrow and warned: "Stay away from her."

The black bear was unmoved. Lucy fell to the ground and screamed in panic facing the bloody mouth.

"Ah!"

"Shoot quickly, Susan." Edmund and Peter rushed towards the black bear with swords, but they were 20 or 30 meters away and they were not sure whether they could catch up.

Bang!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Peter and Edmund, who were running wildly, stopped in a daze. Susan put down the bow and arrow in her hand in a daze. Chuan Bujin sat on the ground in a daze, and Lucy's screams stopped abruptly.

The black bear fell to the ground with a cry of pain. There was a transparent hole on its head, from the forehead to the back of the skull. Blood kept pouring out of the hole and dyed the ground blood red.

But no one cared about it. Everyone turned their eyes to Aaron, with a little bit of nervousness in their eyes besides astonishment.

Huh!

Aaron blew the muzzle of the revolver in a pretentious manner.

"Why are you looking at me?

Although I am quite handsome, I am still embarrassed to have so many eyes looking at me."

"You, you, you actually have a gun?" Edmund swallowed his saliva.

Yali spread his hands as he should, and smiled meaningfully: "Why do you think I returned the weapons to you so readily?

Although it is not appropriate to say this, I dare not go out without a weapon in a strange and dangerous place."

"But this is too bullying." Susan said speechlessly, "We only use bows and arrows, and the better ones are crossbows. You actually use hot weapons?"

"Blame me?"

"What is your identity in the human world?" Peter asked solemnly.

There are still many places in their world fighting, and now there is suddenly a boy with a gun. It's okay to kill a black bear so easily, but the bullet hit the forehead. He can't help but think about this shooting skill.

The son of an officer? A prince? Or a killer trained by a certain force?

"Uh... don't get me wrong, I don't have a status, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people don't have guns, and they don't have this kind of shooting skills." Peter said seriously, "It's probably impossible to hit the forehead from dozens of meters away without strict training!"

"I admire your way of thinking, but there is such a kind of people in this world called geniuses.

And I happen to be one of them. I have been very fast at everything since I was a child, and the same is true for shooting."

"Genius?" Peter thought, looking at him suspiciously, "Can you tell me where your gun came from?"

"My ancestors passed it down." Aaron responded without blushing or panting.

"Please, you should at least be more serious when you are being perfunctory!" Edmund's mouth twitched slightly, "We don't know much about firearms, but this is the first time we have seen such a beautiful and exquisite gun. It is countless times more advanced than the guns of the guards at the railway station."

"You have good taste. This gun is matte black, and the grip is ergonomic. The gun is 30 cm long, the barrel is 12 cm long, and the empty weight is 800 grams. The hammer is exposed and there are carefully carved patterns on it. I named it Twilight..."

"Wait, no one asked you this." Susan interrupted him, "We just want to know where you got such a beautiful gun.

Don't worry, no matter who you are, I We will all take you back."

"But this gun is really my ancestor's heirloom!"

"Don't joke." Peter said, "Your gun is much more advanced than ordinary firearms. If it is an heirloom, the time is not right at all."

Aaron sighed tiredly, "An elder in my family, who is very old and of a high generation... He has a talent far beyond ordinary people in designing weapons. This is one of his few top works.

He passed this gun to the youngest person in the family, that is, me.

Now he is no longer in the world, are you satisfied?"

Several people looked at each other, as if they accidentally touched each other's sad story.

"Sorry, we didn't mean it." Lucy said guiltily.

"Sorry." Peter apologized sincerely.

"Humph!" Aaron snorted in dissatisfaction. What he said was absolutely the truth. Alger was indeed no longer in the world, and this gun was indeed passed down to him by him. As for how these people understood it, he had no control over it.

"Your luck is really... enviable!" Edmund said with emotion, "We didn't have any equipment when we first came to Narnia.

Can you let me see your gun? I have never touched it in my life."

"Do you think it's possible?" Aaron sneered, "This gun is the capital for me to settle down in this world."

"Okay! Then... how many bullets do you have?"

Aaron pushed out the revolver and pretended to withdraw the bullets one by one, "One, two, three, four, five...

Five bullets, just enough."

Everyone:......

What do you mean? What do you mean just enough?

Are these five bullets prepared for the five of us?

"Are you sure it's just five bullets?" Peter asked with some doubt.

"Nonsense." Aaron rolled his eyes at him, "I only carry a gun for self-defense, not for war, why do I prepare so many bullets?"

"Yes, that's true!"

"Why didn't he stop." Susan walked up and looked at the dead black bear, revealing a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Why did he stop?" Aaron asked, "This is a bear, lunch is coming up to you, you asked him to pretend he didn't see anything."

"No, I mean he might be a Narnian.

A Narnian who is intelligent, can talk, and won't attack humans easily."

"Excuse me, I don't see that he is intelligent at all, more like a wild bear."

"I don't think he can talk either." Peter chimed in.

Trumpkin had a complicated look, and his voice was inarticulate, "You've been treated as a stupid animal for too long, and you'll become stupid too.

You'll find that Narnia has become more wild than before."