Interrogation, a Questionable Power Ceiling

A glass of cold water was splashed on the face of the human youth, who groggily opened his eyes.

He instinctively reached for the wound on his face, but the fact that his hands were bound jolted him awake.

Who are you? Where is this place?

"That little dwarf who attacked me... what is it?" The young man's calm voice carried a hint of nervousness.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Aaron couldn't help but clap his hands. "It's good to ask you. It's also what I want to know."

Before the young man could react, a cold, Longsword was already pressed against his neck.

"Name?" Aaron asked coldly.

"Caspian." The young man's lips twitched as he added, "Ten, Caspian ten."

"Judging by his appearance, he's someone of status, either a nobleman or royalty!" Aaron looked him over with amusement and continued, "Gender?"

"Ah?"

Caspian looked completely bewildered.

Does this person have an eye problem? Is that even a question?

"Didn't you understand? Or do you want me to see it myself?" Aaron gave him a disdainful look. "Damn, you're a pervert!"

Even a handsome 15-year-old like me felt an urge to wash my eyes.

"Male, male, I'm a male," Caspian said hastily, then seemed to realize something, "You're only fifteen?"

Doesn't it look like it?

"No, I mean, it's a bit inappropriate for someone to kidnap someone at the age of fifteen!"

Aaron nodded and let out a long sigh, "There's nothing I can do, I'm in a difficult position too!"

Caspian breathed a sigh of relief; this boy seemed to still have a conscience. "How about this, you let me go first?"

"Hehe!"

"I'm not a bad person, and I won't hurt you, Makoto."

"Tch!" Aaron scoffed, "Our family motto says that bad people never admit they are bad."

Hearing this, Caspian almost laughed in anger. "What do you want in return for letting me go?"

"If your answer satisfies me," Aaron said calmly, "Where is this place?"

"The forest!"

The cold blade of the sword gently patted Caspian's cheek. "Big brother, do you think I'm easy to fool because I'm young?"

"It's not like I haven't read any books, please don't try to brush me off like that."

Feeling the cold touch on his face, Caspian swallowed hard. "I don't know where this is. The forest has been a restricted area for a long time. This is the first time I've ever been here."

"I'm not satisfied with this answer." Aaron shook his head helplessly, then slowly stood up, raised his Longsword, and made a move to strike.

A cold light flashed down, Caspian's face instantly turned pale. He hurriedly said, "I know where I am."

"That's right, a wise man knows when to yield!" Aaron sheathed his sword and then gestured for him to continue.

"If I say something, will you let me go?" Caspian said tremblingly.

Aaron's sword-wielding aura just now truly frightened him. He had never felt such aura before in his life. Even the kingdom's general and his uncle couldn't compare.

Do you think you have the right to negotiate with me?

"I only have this one life left," Caspian said dismissively. "If you don't agree, you might as well just kill me."

"Hahaha..." Aaron couldn't help but laugh, then gave Caspian a thumbs up, "I love your rebellious attitude, I hope you can still be this arrogant later."

Caspian's heart skipped a beat. Was he going to be subjected to torture to extract a confession?

Why am I so unlucky? I've just escaped one danger only to fall into another. Who the hell sent this brat out of the house?

Aaron had no idea what Caspian was thinking. He poured a glass of cold water from the kettle, then lifted a sheet next to Caspian and splashed it on him.

Pfft! Cough cough!

The dwarf instantly came to his senses, and the next moment he clearly understood his predicament.

He remained calm and looked directly at Aaron, saying, "You're the one who knocked me out."

"You and he are both tied up, and there's no fourth person here." Aaron smiled shyly. "If nothing unexpected happens, it'll be me."

"Despicable! They actually launched a sneak attack! Waaaaah..."

Before the little dwarf could finish speaking, a piece of bread was stuffed into his mouth.

Aaron skillfully drew his sword and placed it against the dwarf's neck. "Next, I'll ask, and you answer."

If I'm not satisfied, you know the consequences.

Left with no other choice, the dwarf had to nod in submission.

"Name?"

"Nikabrik."

"Gender?"

"Can't you tell? I'm a man."

"And race?"

"Dwarf."

Aaron smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Caspian, "I'll give you another chance, otherwise I think he'll tell me some information that you know but don't fully understand, don't you think?"

Caspian nodded blankly, but his heart was filled with gloom.

I thought I could negotiate the price, but to my surprise, they simply switched to another buyer.

"I said," Caspian said bitterly, "This forest might be Gunnarnia ..."

"Just this forest?" the dwarf interrupted with a sneer. "You Telmarine really know how to distort history."

"No..."

"You appeared in our kingdom hundreds of years ago, destroyed our homes, slaughtered our people, and used our wealth and resources to build an impregnable castle. The survivors can only hide in the forest and eke out a living," the dwarf roared angrily at Aaron in a low voice.

"Uh... misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding."

Don't look at me with that hateful look; I'm not Telmarine.

"You're not Telmarine?" Caspian said in surprise, but he quickly realized something. "That's right, all the Telmarine know Prince Caspian, but you know nothing about him."

Who are you?

"There's no need to tell you, Your Highness," Aaron chuckled. "If you're really curious, I can make one up on the spot, like a traveler from the other side of the ocean."

However, the history here is roughly what I analyzed: a group of pirates destroyed a magical kingdom, established the Kingdom of X on its ruins, and settled there for hundreds of years... It's quite bizarre indeed.

Caspian was speechless for a moment, then weakly turned his gaze to the dwarves, "I thought the Narnian were extinct."

"Heh! I'm sorry to have disappointed you."

"Gentlemen, do you understand your situation?" Aaron waved his hand. "I have a few more questions. If your answers satisfy me, I will let you go."

"Are you serious?" Caspian asked, full of skepticism.

"Of course." Aaron nodded solemnly, then looked at the two seriously, "Who is the strongest among the Narnia remnants and the Telmarine?"

"I can't answer that for you," Nikabrik said. "If I'm not mistaken, they are probably human-cows; they are very large."

"Excuse me for asking, are you referring to dwarfs when you say 'large size'?"

"Of course not." Nikabrik felt insulted and explained, "They are much taller than humans and very strong."

"Alright! I understand." Aaron thought to himself that the bull-human was probably similar to the Troll, but with a relatively higher intelligence.

He turned his gaze to Caspian. "And your answer?"

"The most powerful person in the kingdom should be the general; his swordsmanship is even slightly better than mine," Caspian said.

"Just swordsmanship?"

"He could defeat five elite soldiers in a sword fight."

Upon hearing this, Aaron raised an eyebrow and a smile crept onto his lips.

The assessment is complete. The current inhabitants of this world pose no threat to him. He is truly the pinnacle of combat power, standing at a height that others can hardly look up to.

"I am very satisfied with your answer," Aaron clapped his hands. "Although I don't trust you very much, I can tell that you didn't lie to me."

"The second question is, does Narnia have supernatural powers, such as magic?"

Caspian and Nicabir.

"There is such a legend," Caspian said. "When Aslan roars, winter ends, and when he shakes his mane, spring returns."

"Aslan?"

"A lion," Nikabrik said calmly.

"In legend, Aslan defeated the White Witch who had controlled winter for a hundred years, bringing spring to Narnia."

He appointed four human kings, bringing peace and prosperity to Narnia,"Caspian further explained.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's heart sank, and he realized that his supposed combat strength ceiling was questionable.

Warlock who can live for over a hundred years is no pushover, let alone Aslan, who could defeat her.

Thinking back to the magical Potions in his pocket, he suddenly realized that this world was not as simple as it seemed.

There are very few who can rival him, but they do exist.

"When our homeland was attacked, neither the four kings nor Aslan appeared," Nikabrik said pessimistically. "They abandoned us, they abandoned Narnia."

Perhaps it's just a legend, and they never even existed.

"No, past experience tells me that legends are based on Reality Stone, and what he said is probably true."

"It's true," Caspian said. "It took my teacher a long time to find Queen Susan's horn, the one I blew before."

"That's why I didn't kill you immediately," Nikabrik. "I don't believe in legends, but that doesn't mean others don't."

"Does this horn have any special meaning?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"Most Narnian believed that the horn could summon back the four kings of Gunnarnia."

"Wortefa!"

Aaron immediately rolled his eyes at Caspian.

Why are you blowing it if you don't want to?

If he recalls four ordinary people, he'll be alright; if he recalls four powerful Warlock, he won't be able to live. More importantly, the four pieces of equipment he carries likely belong to those four kings. Should he give them to them or not?