Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 502 VOL. Drunk Mantra
"As for Mordred, I have always thought that you are a very good person. You are excellent in combat, and you are straightforward and informal. You appear bold and kind. You are willing to guide me in swordsmanship, and you are someone I trust very much. "

The more Yagi praised her, the more joyful the expression on Mordred's face became, he looked like a child! !
"Of course, Mordred, you also have a grumpy side. Sometimes you appear to be vigorous and decisive, and you don't have much plan for what you think of."

When Yagi changed the topic, the joy on Mordred's face gradually faded, and his brows began to frown again.

"No matter which one, I think it's Mordred. Because human beings are such a tangled existence. It's not black and white. Everyone has their own advantages and disadvantages. If they are too perfect, they are not human beings, but My God. No matter which reliable knight Mordred, or this irritable Mordred, it is Mordred. I like you who are straightforward like this. It is the existence that makes my heart yearn for."

"okokokok!"

After Mordred listened, the expression on his face calmed down.

However, she was able to listen to what she had to say, and Yagi couldn't help feeling that the power of alcohol is really great.

These few comments are his truest thoughts on Mordred.

She is the kind of person who is both reliable and unreliable.It's the kind of person who is so powerful that sometimes people can't believe it.However, such a person who has both advantages and disadvantages will make him feel kind.

Like the King of Black, he is too majestic, so let him stay away from him and dare not be too presumptuous.

Like Joan of Arc, too perfect to make him respectful and dare not relax.

Mordred like this will make him relax and treat him like an ordinary friend.

"Let me ask you... Do you think I am an excellent follower?"

"Of course. There is no doubt that you are a very good follower. Reliable and capable."

"Then let me ask you again... Do you think... I am an excellent heir?"

"……should be."

"What do you mean should be!"

"Mordred is excellent as a knight, but as a king, I can't say. I have never been in contact with the way of kingship, and I don't know what the attitude of a king should be. But... who knows? A king succeeds. If it is not successful, it is a matter for future generations to evaluate. How can we do a perfect job? I know only one perfect king, and that is the legendary King Solomon. If it is so perfect, it can only be God. Borrowing the power of 72 divine pillars, the country can be governed perfectly. Mordred...I also want to know, do you really need any qualifications or qualifications to become a king? As long as you want to, just become a king. Xian Whether it is king or overlord, that is the evaluation of future generations."

Mordred listened carefully, although his face was still red, but his expression was unexpectedly serious, even tears could be seen in the corner of his eyes.

"...No one has ever told me this before."

This is true.

Her mother, Morgan, preached to her every day that she was an excellent knight, the heir of the King of Knights, and would one day replace her.

Her father, Artoria, looked so indifferent every day, and didn't say too much to her.

Her colleagues at the round table, no matter which one was around the king, no one would talk to Mordred so eagerly.

The knights under her command and ordinary people who don't know anything can only say some annoying and baseless things.

She has never heard anyone talk about kingship to her, and she has never talked about her own affairs.

If he hadn't been drunk today and brought up this topic, Yagi would definitely have been beaten for saying so.

She herself was refusing to talk about it.

Because, I am afraid of getting a conclusion that I don't want to hear, and dispel my enthusiasm.

But today, while drunk...

"You... being able to hold that holy sword makes me very envious... I really want my father to give me the sword... Besides, you have not been inherited... You are directly with the father... The spirit foundation has been fused..."

"Ah... this is a bit subtle... I think the [Father King] we are talking about is not alone."

"If you do the math, you can actually be considered my father's king! You belong to the male father's king!"

"Logically, this logic is correct..."

"Although you are weak and incompetent, and do nothing and do nothing every day, but looking at you, I always feel that if there is a male father and king like you, it would not be a bad look."

Mordred's eyes became more and more blurred, the hand that was supporting on the tree trunk slipped, and the whole person collapsed on Yagi's shoulder.

"I always feel...to be recognized by my father...so...happy..."

Mordred muttered, snored slightly, and fell asleep.

"Yeah, it's accepted. You worked hard. You're excellent. Mordred. I wish you sweet dreams."

Gently put her on the ground, and was about to pull away violently, when he found that his hand was being held tightly by Mordred, helplessly, Yagi Yukisai smiled wryly, lay down and fell asleep with her.

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Talk about it later.

When Yagi Yusai rubbed his face and appeared in Chaldea, there was obviously a red palm print on his face.

Through the tattered fencing uniform, there were knife wounds everywhere on his body.

You don't need to ask to know, someone must have settled the score for Qiuhou.

Who said that people can't remember what they said after drinking?

The next day, when Mordred woke up, it was fine to lie with the man, but when he thought of being drunk yesterday, calling him the father of the man, and telling him so much, he suddenly lost face, so... …

In the medical room of Chaldea, Yagi accepted Niijima Yae's treatment with a bitter face.

Unexpectedly, another person in the room, Paracelsus, seemed to be a hundred times more depressed than Yagi, standing in the corner dejectedly.The decadent temperament was too obvious, and Yagi couldn't bear to see him depressed, so he wanted him to talk about the bad things he had encountered—to make Yagi happy.

Too bad for this man.

"Yagi...the new medicine I researched was stolen."

Paracelsus complained to him immediately after hearing his inquiry.

"What kind of medicine?"

"It's very powerful. It's a drug that can bring people closer to each other... Ahem, a secret drug. It can quickly deepen the relationship between the master and the servant. It is a panacea that can cross the century! Let people open their hearts, it can be said that it is the most suitable magic medicine for Chaldea!"

"Um, so where did you steal it? The infirmary? Your own room? By the way, you can't blame others for not taking care of it yourself, right?"

"Yes, I made a mistake. Because this medicine is an amber liquid, like wine, I was afraid that those drunks from Chaldea would come over, so I went to the singularity and sealed it up..."

Yagi Xuesai's heart skipped a beat...

"Could it be that you went to France?"

"Yes."

"Could it be, just hide under the ruins of Lyon City?"

"That's right! Do you have any clues?! The medicine needs to stand in the magic circle for a hundred days before it can complete the final precipitation. I hid it in the cellar under the city of Lyon. I thought it was a ruin, and it was protected by magic. , It’s right that the monsters can’t get through it... As a result, when I went to check today, the whole barrel disappeared. Yagi, do you have any clues!”

Paracelsus' words made Yagi's face even more embarrassed.

"Kay, the Caesars Chamber of Commerce seems to have tossed something in Lyon. We were busy training at the time and didn't care."

"Caesar Chamber of Commerce, yes, thank you."

I apologized to both Paracelsus and Caesar in my heart, and Yagi Khan came down.

Thank goodness I didn't drink that stuff.

No wonder, those three people are so strange...

Don't keep developing this useless medicine, bastard!

(End of this chapter)