Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

The struggle for the throne is extremely dangerous and the slightest mistake could lead to falling into the abyss.

This is also the reason why Vole, who was originally in Feilin's camp, began to become wavering after some signs began to appear on the side of the Crown Prince.

He knew that his question was even a little offensive. How could an outsider like him know the secret of succession to the throne?

This involves the selection of the heir to the throne. If there is a positive answer, it would be tantamount to warning the ministers about who they will be loyal to in the future.

"It's not that complicated."

Ye Qing reached out and knocked on the table, bringing Wally, who was a little dazed, back to his senses.

"Stay where you are, and if necessary..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qing grabbed Wally's teacup and turned it upside down on the table.

! !

Noticing Ye Qing's action, Wole's pupils suddenly shrank. He raised his head and wanted to ask something else.

But after meeting Ye Qing's cold eyes, he knew what to do and didn't say anything.

"If that is what your majesty meant... I understand."

After Ye Qing and Huangfu Wenning left the Warrior Guild, Wole stood by the window with a gloomy face, looking out through the gap in the curtains.

"Yes, President! Are you okay?"

Two figures staggered in through the door. They were the two bodyguards who were knocked down by Ye Qing.

Just now, they didn't even have time to react to what was happening.

Hearing their voices, Volley didn't even turn around.

"Go, follow the two women in front of the notice board. Report to me in detail where they went and what they did!"

Although the two men didn't know who Vole was talking about for a moment, due to their previous negligence, they no longer dared to say another word!

"Yes!!"

The two responded in unison and rushed downstairs.

The upside-down teacup on the table was still there, and Ye Qing's actions just now were still vivid in his mind.

To be honest, Vole almost believed Ye Qing.

Even if she was not sent directly by His Majesty, she must have come here on orders.

Otherwise, even if he was a knight from the Royal Knights, it would be impossible for him to barge into his office so brazenly and even threaten him like this.

But he always felt that something was wrong. Years of life experience forced Wally to be more careful.

"Ye Zi, we are just pretending to complete the mission. Which fish are you waiting to catch?"

Huangfu Wen Ning crossed his arms across his chest, without even looking to the side, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ever since Ye Qing took her to stand in front of the bulletin board just now but had no intention of accepting the task, she roughly guessed what Ye Qing was thinking.

But she was not sure who Ye Qing was trying to lure into the trap.

Was it Volley? Or someone else?

"Vore, that guy won't just give up like that."

Ye Qing leaned sideways and after noticing the two bodyguards coming out of the door of the Warrior Guild, he spoke to Huangfu Wenning calmly.

"Didn't he just agree to it?"

"This isn't a mission. There's no completion notice. I doubt how credible his words are. I won't know until Feilin confirms it."

Ye Qing sighed. This round of work was not over yet. He still had to find a way to deal with those two tails.

To be precise, they have to bring back some "news".

"How to do it?"

"follow me."

Chapter 62 Helping People

With the help of the passing players, Ye Qing instantly escaped from the sight of the two people who were monitoring him.

He walked quickly towards the crowd, and one of the two people who were still loitering at the guild entrance hurriedly followed him out.

Taking this opportunity, Huangfu Wenning also sneaked into the crowd and left the scene quickly.

Facing Ye Qing and Huangfu Wen Ning who were leaving, Wo Lei's two reports also followed them separately and chased in both directions.

Because they were knocked down by Ye Qing without any warning before, they were very anxious to prove their role.

Little did they know that their actions were already within Ye Qing's expectations.

"Hey, why did Sister Ye Qing disappear for so long? Is the second round of Blue Ocean about to begin?"

Zhao Xin couldn't help but feel curious as he still hadn't heard from Ye Qing for such a long time.

Now the first round of the team competition is almost over, and the different venues have already started the revival matches for the teams that lost in the first round.

A strong team like Blue Ocean, which suffered a setback in the opening game, will naturally start to fight back in the revival match.

The strength of the strong teams is naturally beyond doubt. Ordinary teams have no resistance at all in front of the blue ocean.

Naturally, there are only a few qualifying spots for the resurrection match, and it is simply impossible to upset Yaoxing and Lanhai.

"Why are you in such a hurry? We can just look after Ye Qing when she's not around. We can't let Ye Zi worry about everyone, right?"

Zhao Manying had come to her sister's side without knowing when, and she reached out and tapped her on the head.

After the intense first round of competition in the morning, she actually saw quite a few outstanding individual players.

According to Ye Qing's standards, there are not many people who meet the requirements.

"That makes sense. Hey, where are you going, sister?"

Zhao Xin nodded, but just after Zhao Manying finished speaking, she stood up and left her seat.

"I'm going to take care of something, you stay here and watch the game~"

Wally, who was sitting in the office, poured himself a glass of wine, put his pipe beside him, and his face was obviously very gloomy.

Because of Ye Qing's behavior today, he couldn't help but think of what happened more than 30 years ago.

That was the time when the abyss was still disrupting the world and all parties were fighting each other.

It is the first year since the loss of God's blessing. To be more specific, it is a full year since the legendary Child of Destiny disappeared.

Today, the streets were once again caught in flames of war.

The so-called kingdoms of all kinds were mixed together, burning, killing, looting and plundering. Even without the influence of the Abyss Demon King, I'm afraid this group of people would become like this.

Rather than being the armies of various kingdoms, they were more like a group of bandits coming down the mountain.

As for why it turned out like this, who knows?

Just like when the abyss appeared, no one believed that the hero would really disappear. Who could have expected that after only three years of disappearance, the Abyss Demon King would directly pollute most of the continent's territory.

Then various rebel forces rose up in rebellion.

There was a small fight every three days and a big fight every two days. War and riots filled every land of the empire.

Looking at the originally clean streets turned into a scene like a picture scroll from hell, Wally, who had just left his hometown, felt a little depressed and scratched his head in annoyance.

After a long time, when he was about to turn around and leave, a bright white suddenly entered his sight.

I saw a young girl lying on the street with twisted limbs, her empty eyes staring quietly at the sky, and blood splashing from time to time stained her silver hair.

Her ragged clothes could not cover the scars all over her body, but she was clearly the winner who had emerged from that group of thugs.

The body lying beside him was the best proof.

Before Wally could get a closer look, a frightened warhorse suddenly rushed out from the street and almost trampled the girl.

Vole subconsciously wanted to rush forward to stop it, but the warhorse had already disappeared directly beside the girl.

After taking out the precious medicine from the bag, Wally wanted to go up and help.

The girl was still lying on the ground, covering her wound. The hand holding the sword had cracked scabs and burn marks. She said in a unique breathy voice due to burning vocal cords:

"What do you want to do?"

"Help... Have you been infected by the power of the abyss?"

Wally pointed at the inhuman parts of the girl's body, and it was at this moment, the moment she made her move, that those parts emerged.

"It's no use picking the splinter out and cleaning the surrounding tissue - you'll get an infection anyway."

The girl said as if warning, but before Wally could react, a soldier who was also infected walked out from the side.

"Who are you!!"

Vole immediately recognized the figure in front of him and drew the sword from his waist.

Demon soldier!

"Humans" who deliberately infected themselves with the pollution of the abyss in exchange for greater power.

The leader of the demon army, together with his soldiers, destroyed the city known as the "City of Holy Light" in a way that could not be called a war at all.

The middle-aged man was one of the demon soldiers. He sneered after noticing Vole's reaction.

His voice was intermittent, his beard was stained with blood, and his hand covering the wound was raised up. From the sleeves of the absurd Iberian costume that were crumpled into a mess, his arm covered with black crystals like some kind of scales appeared:

"You know, I can tell from your eyes that this is the power of the demon. If you bandage her, you will gradually become twisted like this... This disease is a curse. It will gradually devour you and turn you into something you never thought you could be, like me, the predator you hate the most, who is manipulated by these people."

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Wally obviously retreated a little.

He didn't want to become a demon, or a monster that feeds entirely on death.

“People only consider others and the future when they feel they can survive. It’s too easy to hate these things and act noble when nothing happens. As long as you can’t survive, you will definitely make your own survival the most important goal.”

The sound of rapid panting could not be distinguished as a cough or a laugh. He stood there holding the scimitar, thinking of the huge and fierce mastiff brought from the abyss, which could follow the master's orders to tear out the entrails of the "barbarians". This was the sound when the dog panted with its long tongue sticking out and drooling...

He was originally infected by that stuff, and now he is beginning to have its characteristics.

"Go away. I'm in a good mood today and I don't want to kill anyone."

He waved his hands as if trying to shoo the person away.

"Oh, what's that smell? It's too stinky."

Chapter 63: The Abyss Returns

Just as Wally was wavering, a figure appeared in front of him.

She was a girl with dazzling blonde hair and wearing strange armor.

"who are you?"

The demon soldier narrowed his eyes, and the power of the abyss that infected his body suddenly began to boil after the girl appeared in front of him.

It was as if the person in front of him was his mortal enemy, even though they had just met for the first time.

This strange feeling made the demon soldier want to retreat, but the power of the abyss in his body prevented him from retreating.

"I have many names. Although I prefer the name that person gave me, but compared to you guys..."

The blonde girl smiled and raised her hand. The dazzling holy light instantly enveloped the demon soldier.

"My name is Gabriel, the Chosen One, Gabriel."

From more than thirty years ago to now, Wally has never forgotten that figure.

"Many people only know that I fought my way out of the Abyss Legion, but no one knows that it was you who actually led us out."

Wally looked at the familiar figure in front of him, his heart filled with emotion.

He hadn't seen Gabriel for more than ten years, but when he appeared again, Wally was sure that the person in front of him was Gabriel.

"I'm glad that at least you still remember who I am."

The girl with blonde hair and blue eyes laughed. She just stood there quietly, which made Wally, who was sitting on the chair, feel oppressed.

This involuntary feeling of oppression forced Vole to sit up straight.

This is not pressure directed at a particular individual, but more like the natural fear of lower-level creatures facing higher-level creatures.