Outlaw, I cannot regenerate [Transmigration Book]

In the capital of Weasel Country, the Memorial Hall of the Former Kings, a group of people are standing outside the ice crystal.

When Kista was alive, this five-meter-tall crystal, which could only be embraced by two adults with open arms, was always as blue as sea water, but now the faint light it emits is as pale as sky blue, if not for the memorial hall An enchantment has been set up in the center, and it is not open to the outside world. Panic has already spread throughout the country.

"Master, although you are usually busy maintaining the safety of the royal family, I think you need to know that the Weasel Kingdom is in a precarious state." The Minister of the Interior pointed to the ice crystal in the center with a heartbroken expression.

In contrast, Salem's expression was particularly indifferent: "The Minister of the Interior is worried about the country. Your Majesty must be deeply pleased to know your good intentions."

The implication was that he would report to Huey about the other party's private meeting with the Knights. Naturally, the Minister of the Interior did not want to let Huey know about his small actions, so he quickly pressed Salem's shoulder: "Why don't the leader listen to me before making a decision?"

Salem turned his head and glanced at the hand on his shoulder. The Minister of the Interior withdrew his hand and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry, please forgive me."

Salem: "You and I don't have friendship, so you might as well speak up if you have something to say."

The Minister of the Interior has always understood Salem's honesty, but he did not expect that his embarrassing attainments have been perfected. If he knows the slick Salem in his early twenties, he will definitely be surprised by his earth-shaking changes in these years: "Since the captain said so , then I will not be polite."

With his palm facing up, Salem made a gesture of invitation.

Minister of the Interior: "You stood outside the meeting hall during the Hajj that day. You must have heard His Majesty's conversation with us more or less. Didn't you feel a little touched?"

Salem remembered that the ministers used Qiu Yan as an excuse to challenge Huey: "Compared to my master, Huey is indeed too weak."

He seldom heard him call the king by his first name, and the Minister of the Interior was overjoyed, thinking that Salem might have been dissatisfied with the king for a long time: "So you think the same way, ever since that queen came back, his mind is not on government affairs at all, only Smile for the Pomeranians, but they don’t even pay attention to the old priests of the three dynasties. If things go on like this, the story of the wolf country turning into a weasel country may happen a few more times, alas.”

He intentionally drew a long voice, and quietly observed Salem's reaction. There were many rumors when the old wolf king was alive, and he believed that Salem would be a new generation of wolf king. After all, he was born in a noble family, and he was a wolf demon with pure blood, but the world never thought of it. The two foreign races, Kista and Huey, took turns to become kings. When Huey succeeded to the throne, they even changed the name of "Wolf Country" to "Weasel Country", and Seren probably died as a servant of the king.Whoever it is, I'm afraid it won't be reconciled.

A trace of strangeness flashed across Seren's glazed brown eyes, and the arc of the corner of his lips was faintly visible: "You mean, the Weasel Kingdom will change hands?"

The Minister of the Interior saw that he was not as repulsive as he was at the beginning, and half of the big stone hanging in his heart fell: "Huey's demon power is not as good as before. If the ice soul crystal cannot be purified normally, it will be a matter of time before the demonic energy will wreak havoc. At that time, not to mention the border, even Basaka will not be able to keep it. The Lion Kingdom has always been the number one power in the demon world, and there are countless small countries that are vassals of them. You have seen the current situation, and you will have meat to follow them."

Salem: "So, you want to join Ryan?"

The Minister of the Interior waved his hand: "You can't say that, it's not seeking refuge, it can only be considered cooperation at best."

Salem: "We are the only ones in the demon world that can stand up to the lion kingdom. There are also the eagle kingdom and the whale kingdom. If the weasel kingdom follows Ryan's lead, one day the entire demon world will be ruled by Ryan."

Minister of the Interior: "The war between the demon world and the demon world breaks out every ten years. This time it is considered lucky. It has been extended for five years, but the people don't know the situation. Can we still turn a blind eye? With the speed of the spread of demonic energy, it can take up to three months. Our territory will shrink by a quarter. At that time, even if Huey doesn't want to go to war, the whole country will force him to send troops. Yes, your knights are very powerful. You can lead elite troops to the front to kill the enemy, but you have seen it before. The ability of the demons, they are all monsters, they are demons, and it is the blessing of the gods to keep half of their troops fighting against them. In case, I mean in case, when our national strength is declining, other small countries take advantage of the chaos to eat away, itachi The country is completely finished!"

His theory of national subjugation was so shocking that Salem fell silent for a minute after he finished speaking.Salem quietly looked at the Ice Soul Crystal behind the barrier. I don't know when, its charming dark blue like the sea gradually faded, and became what it is today. The demon power stored inside is passing away at a speed visible to the naked eye. This situation never happened when Kista was alive.

"Civilians hate Kista because they are ignorant. They only saw the fact that he slaughtered the allies after becoming a demon, but they couldn't see how Kista deterred the demons. But you are different. You are his younger brother. You Know him better than anyone."

With a bang, the long sword touched the Minister of the Interior's neck, and Salem's expression became extremely gloomy: "A sinner is a sinner, and if there are any excuses for him, next time no one will dare to threaten His Majesty to release you with kinship. Already!"

We had a good talk just now, but the next second we drew our swords, the Minister of the Interior broke out in a cold sweat and backed away again and again, the revenge of the broken arm was still there, but he was also afraid of Salem's cold blood like a sword: "Don't mention it Don't mention it!"

Salem glared at him for a moment, put away his sword, and led his two subordinates out of the memorial hall without looking back.

Staring at his back, the Minister of the Interior caressed his severed limb with his remaining hand, gnashing his sharp teeth.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Hill's eyes were fixed on the blackboard, but his thoughts were wandering into the sky. If it wasn't for the court teacher's pointer beating on the blackboard, he would still be in a trance.

"Sorry teacher, I'm still thinking about the last question."

The teacher has always believed that the students who are diligent in thinking are the ones who really learn. He is very satisfied with the little prince's sensitive and studious attitude: "Oh? Is there anything I don't understand?"

Hill: "Why is it that the father is a weasel and the mother is a rabbit, but there is no reproductive isolation?"

"..." The teacher tapped on a line of titles in white on a black background behind him - Appreciation of Classical Poems.

"Ah, uh, sorry, I was distracted." Hill showed an embarrassed smile.

The teacher put down the pointer, and walked towards Hill with concern: "His Royal Highness is not in a good state recently, maybe it has something to do with the injury on the head. I suggest you take a few days to recuperate and recuperate before going to class."

Hill smiled and shook his head: "I'm fine, I still have martial arts in the afternoon." That's what he's least good at and needs to overcome the most.

Without Qiu Yan as a cover, the practice of martial arts was extremely difficult.Hill sneaked out of the palace with the troupe for quite a few days. Although he was still taking time to practice during this period, the intensity was far less than the tasks assigned by the teacher. The missed lessons had to be made up in a short period of time. Soft, in the end it was the attendant who escorted him back to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed at night, Hill was sore all over and couldn't fall asleep. Thinking of the absence of the person beside him who insisted on finishing the bedtime story even though he was so sleepy, Hill felt empty.He began to blame himself. If he could be as strong as his brothers, he should be the one who was with his mother right now.

The frustration of being powerless made him pay more attention in the next training, he didn't dare to wander off, and trained frantically with the belief that he would die if he was exhausted, which scared the teacher who taught him martial arts.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and they still hadn't received any news from Lion Country. Although there were brothers by his side, Hill was still worried.I also went to the meeting hall to find my father, but my father only let me practice with peace of mind, and refused to say anything else.Hill understands the temperament of his father, as long as he refuses to speak, God will not be able to pry his mouth.In desperation, Hill survived until the rest day, and slipped out of the palace again, this time to find Pero who was temporarily living here.

These days, in order to avoid the limelight, Perot stayed indoors instead of soliciting customers on the street. Hill worried that she would get moldy from boredom, so he specially brought her some books.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I just wanted to go to an antique store to buy some interesting books, and here you are." Pero opened the door and welcomed Hill in, "Christopher, Christina, look who is here, it's His Royal Highness !"

Hill didn't have much contact with her, and she didn't know her habit of picking names randomly: "Is there anyone else in the room?"

Perot pointed to the crystal ball and tarot cards on the bed and introduced to him: "Here, they are the two brothers and sisters."

Hill was very well-bred except that he was really murderous when he was angry. Even if he felt strange, he would not point it out in person. He also greeted the pair of divination tools very cooperatively: "Hi, I'm Hill."

Hearing this, a soft light flashed in the crystal ball.

Perot: "Christina is greeting His Highness."

Hill opened his eyes wide: "Can she understand?"

"Of course, she is very smart." Perot moved a chair to Hill's side: "Sit down and talk."

Hill: "Thank you."

Perot: "Your Highness wants to inquire about the Queen's recent situation, right?"

Hill nodded: "My mother said that your divination is very accurate, so I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Perot picked up the crystal ball and put it on his lap: "Which aspect do you want to divination?"

Hill: "Where are the mother and brother, are they in danger?"

Pero hangs her hand on the outer wall of the crystal ball, injects power into the ball god, and silently recites a spell that Hill cannot understand with her lips. With her control, the crystal ball gradually emerges a blurred picture. Leaving the chair and getting close to Pero, he stared intently at the ball.

"I can't see clearly."

"Your Highness, wait a moment." Pero continued to inject strength, and Hill could tell that the divination consumed her energy a lot. Her slender knuckles were trembling slightly, and veins were visible on the slightly dark skin on the back of her hand.

Like a sinking vortex slowly losing its gravity, the water flow gradually calms down, and the picture becomes clearer and clearer.A few scented candles were lit in the gloomy room. In the center of the big bed lay a disheveled man, his wrists were firmly tied to the head of the bed, and his face was blocked by the back of another man.

Hill had an ominous premonition: "Can you change the direction?"

"I'll try." Perot bit her lower lip tightly, her hands struggling against invisible forces.

With her efforts, the screen turned slightly, and Hill was the first to see the condescending face in fine clothes, which was the Lion King. When his eyes fell on the face on the bed, Hill almost went crazy: "Mother! What's going on?!"

The author has something to say: I cried when I wrote that my brain hurts (literally hurts)