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In this way, when Shuo Yue deliberately wanted to make things worse, on the eve of the decisive battle, both red and black were involuntarily involved in a father's re-education of his children.

Chapter 521 One night, a pen, a miracle, and a corpse

"That's a process! From the longitude and latitude lines of the earth to soil geography, there is a process!" Shuo Yue knocked on the blackboard to highlight the key points, hating how iron can never become steel. "How can you ignore this process! This is not something that can be brushed off, Mr. Merlin The bastard lied to you. That guy is a fun-loving guy with bad tastes, an internet liar, and a nerd! Haven’t you understood after staying with him for so long? The dreams he made up are just for you, and they don’t have any common sense at all. Adaptability!”

"But, Merlin said..."

"Oh my god, forget about Merlin, he's just a peeping Tom hiding on the inside of the world, with no sense of honor, calling himself a teacher is just because he's an old monster who has lived for a long time, and all knowledge is obtained by him peeping... He even bites his tongue when performing magic!"

"After so many years, Merlin still hasn't learned how to teach systematic knowledge. He only knows how to throw miscellaneous subject knowledge into your head like garbage, completely unaware that doing so is just holding you back!"

Throwing away Artoria's knowledge evaluation form, the young man completely lost the temperament that an assassin should have. He walked around the room anxiously, took Laetitia's water glass and drank it in one gulp, then sat slumped on the chair. .

"All subject knowledge is mixed together. In this case, how can I help you sort it out? It's over."

“Teaching failed.”

In an atmosphere that seemed like the eve of a country's demise, Artoria squatted in the corner in shame. Leticia picked up Dai Mao's evaluation form and scanned it at a glance, her eyes gradually becoming confused.

Economics, political science, sociology, psychology, history, anthropology, geography, physics, chemistry, biology, mathematics, computer science, statistics, agriculture, animal husbandry, environmental science... She is still the first This is the first time I've seen someone write a short essay by filling in the subjects of their expertise.

"Is this the famous King Arthur... so scary."

She suddenly understood Shuo Yue's despair. This was a height that no one with a normal life span could reach in their lifetime. King Arthur himself was a walking encyclopedia. The crystallization of human knowledge, even if it leaked a little bit of knowledge, was a 'mortal' Unbearable weight.

"But, didn't Lady Joan of Arc say that Mordred was an artificial human created by the enchantress Morgan to replace King Arthur? Logically speaking, it should be at a level comparable to King Arthur..."

The girl's whisper fell into the ears of Shuo Yue and Artoria, and their eyes lit up in an instant.

Coincidentally, on the other side, Shakespeare, who was pulled over by Amakusa through the magic image, also fell into impotent rage.

"Jesus, my old man! For God's sake, why don't you have more choices? Oh, I mean, Mordred, you can destroy a country, why are you so stupid when you start learning? It's so stupid. It’s unbelievable! Damn, it’s terrible, I swear I really thought so!”

Facing Shakespeare's translator's accent that makes people want to kick their butts with pointed leather boots, Mordred remained uncharacteristically silent. His blue eyes, which should have been as heroic as a lion's, were full of bright stars, spinning constantly, a bit like It is a microcosm of the Milky Way, which makes people involuntarily fascinated when looking at it - to put it bluntly, it is like being stupid, commonly known as mosquito-repellent incense eyes.

In front of her, the "Encyclopedia Britannica" stayed on the second page, where humans had just evolved to the level of apes, echoing Xiao Mo's stupidity at this time.

Shakespeare pulled his hair and Amakusa patted his shoulder. Although they were two people from opposite camps, when they looked at each other, they actually felt a sense of mutual sympathy like a hero in his twilight years.

It’s no wonder that a well-known great writer and an enlightened saint was so helpless. Although with the help of Lion Tribulation, Mordred was willing to listen to the lecture, but——

Eyes: Well, I learned it!

Brain: No, you don’t.

So as soon as his eyes were closed and opened, the classroom education was over. Facing Shakespeare's classroom test, Mordred said cheerfully: I won't make it! The great writer was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood - if knowledge is the ocean, then Xiao Mo may be a freshwater fish, and there is something wrong with her species.

When I met her, Shakespeare and Amakusa didn't even think about it. I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone as stupid as you. Show off your tenacious spirit in studying that you would stab your old father even if you die!

"I said, what are you so crazy about? If this little girl can't be taught, then just don't teach her." The empress crossed her shoulders and said impatiently, "What's the point of helping the enemy? We are here. waste time."

"No, things have come to this point, the reason is not important anymore." Tiancao held his forehead and smiled bitterly, "The main thing is to win."

"Yeah, that's our damn desire to win. It can be said that all men in the world are the same."

"Boring." The empress sneered and turned away, "I'm leaving."

Before she finished speaking, she was grabbed by Amakusa. Under Semiramis' shocked gaze, the young priest pursed his lips and showed a somewhat aggrieved expression, "Can you help me?"

It was as if the god of love drew his bow and shot an arrow through the empress's heart, and all the poison and conspiracy inside flowed out at once, and what was left was the weakness that even she had almost forgotten.

There is really no other way, so let me help you... my slave."

"Oh, this is what is called, 'love has entered a person's heart and cannot be beaten or scolded away. Since it has entered your body, it will take over everything in you' - woo woo woo!"

Shabi, who was expressing his inspiration to his heart's content, was finally punished. He covered his throat and was thrown out of the door by the empress with a livid face. The lazy beauty in a black dress sat down next to the white-haired saint.

"Let me see how stupid this little girl Hong is."

"You are the fool, poisonous woman!" Mordred suddenly woke up and retorted. The empress was in a good mood and just smiled and said, "I have learned enough knowledge to rule the world in just a few years, unlike a certain Some people have trouble understanding even a basic encyclopedia."

"I didn't! Just because..."

Because my father is gone, Britain has long since died. In this case, what is the point of studying for me?

Mordred fell into silence, but suddenly a magical light appeared in front of his eyes. Two figures stepped out from the diamond-shaped space, holding a pile of thick test papers and books in their hands. In front of the stunned crowd, Shuoyue barely poked his head out.

"There is a deviation in the transmission? Forget it, it doesn't matter, it will be sent here anyway."

So with two "bang" and "bang" sounds, two stacks of books half a person's height fell in front of Mordred, like hills, which made her eyes straighten. Shuo Yue and Artoria retreated in tacit agreement. Taking a step back, he clapped his hands and let out a long breath.

Shuoyue, what is this? "Through the projection, Amakusa looked at the familiar configuration and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Huh? Aren't you a saint from the far east? Oh, yes, the year here is wrong, this method has not become popular yet..." Shuo Yue muttered a few words, then twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed his secret expression towards Mordred. Human smile.

"This is the so-called-Tihai tactic!"

The tactic of solving a large number of questions is the magic weapon of teachers and the nightmare of students. It is a quagmire of struggle and a hell from which there is no escape. Countless successful people, when recalling their youthful days, will invariably dig a huge pit for the next generation, and watch them fall into it with expectation, never to return.

Tomorrow you will definitely thank yourself for your hard work today. As long as you can't learn to die, just learn to death. Come on, Oli is here!

His intuition was giving him a crazy warning, and Mordred was about to run away, but he saw his hair flicker, and Altria came out from the pile of books, patting the desk with a bright smile.

"Look, look, Mordred. These are the books that Shuoyue and I went to China thousands of miles away to buy for you: "Nine Years of College Entrance Examination and Five Years of Simulation", "Ten Years of Langang Exam Questions", and "Teaching and Learning: From Beginners to Graveyard"... With these, I will definitely be able to teach you well!"

I will definitely teach you well!

I have never seen my father smile so brightly... Mordred stared at the smiling Altria, and his tone softened unconsciously.

"it is good."

At this moment, Xiao Mo still doesn't know what kind of horror he will face in the future. To sum it up, it can be summed up in one sentence.

A night, a pen, a miracle, a corpse——

Correction, it’s seven bodies.

Chapter 522: This child was raised by us ourselves

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Thus, the long war finally came to an end, and the night was dark, as if even the stars had been swallowed up.

The blond saint opened her mouth and closed her eyes, her delicate body weak; the glorious holy king leaned against the wall, with chapped lips; the pink-haired paladin scratched his head and scratched his head, giving up thinking; the innocent android girl's breathing was rapid, as if she was drowning; the mysterious assassin He closed his eyes, his face was peaceful; the vicious necromancer placed his hand on his forehead, feeling extremely painful...

At the other end of the magic light curtain, the saint from the far east covered his face with a book, lifeless; the empress in black skirt rubbed her temples, her mind went blank.

As for the great writer, he had collapsed at the door in pain because he could not speak, surrounded by the melody of Flowers of Hope.

By the way, Lingxia left the church early to ensure that little Jack could sleep, thus avoiding tragedy.

——The Fourth Holy Grail War has ended.

There is no winner in this battle.

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However, among the scattered corpses, there was one person who did not give up. In the lifeless atmosphere, her green eyes were as sharp as a lion, and like lightning breaking through the night, shining brightly under the beating lights.

That's the red side, the servant of Lion Jie Jie Li, Mordred. She hasn't fallen yet, she's still fighting!

Even though the test papers piled on the table almost crushed it, and even though the used pen refills formed a small mountain, the hands did not stop. The hands that were accustomed to wielding swords were still writing exercises, recording the miracle that happened just this one night!

With a crisp 'click' sound, a switch was turned on in the dark, and electricity passed through every part of the body. The puppets in the room were infused with new power, and they stood up staggeringly and creakingly, with strange light flashing in their eyes.

Facing the group of zombies, Xiao Mo couldn't help but sigh and raised the homework book in his hand: "I'm done!"

"Come on, let me be healthy!" Shuo Yue suddenly sat up while he was dying, grabbed the book, and two similar-looking blond girls appeared behind him, surrounding them like guardians. The fragrance was fragrant, but the three of them could not I had no time to take into account this ambiguous distance. I just scanned every question in the book nervously, lest I find any mistakes.

The unbearable silence did not last long. With a sigh of relief, Shuoyue threw his homework book high into the sky. White flowers and white doves bloomed under the orange light.

"Completely correct--!"

There was music playing in the dark, and in the white snow that was flying all over the sky, Artoria covered her mouth, Joan of Arc's eyes were moist, Sieg and Astolfo hugged each other, Shishi Jie took off his sunglasses and wiped them, Amakusa ejected and fell into the arms of the empress who suddenly stood up.

"Oh oh oh oh, I'm back, my beautiful voice is back!" Shabi burst into tears. "As I said: 'Love can create miracles. Once the destroyed love is rebuilt, it will be better than before. More majestic, more beautiful, more tenacious!'"

No one paid attention to Shabi's self-admiration, but as he said, tonight's results were a miracle. Who could have imagined that Mordred had learned all the knowledge from elementary education to high school graduation in just a few hours?

Even if the learning ability of the servants is far better than that of humans, it is really unbelievable to condense a span of more than ten years into one night without Teacher Ma's participation.

No matter what kind of heroes, knights, or emperors they were in the past, at this moment they are all cheering and enjoying the refreshing feeling of having all their boredom swept away.

Three hours, do you know how we spent these three hours!

Not only does Mordred need to learn knowledge, but Arturia also needs to understand the order of teaching and stop Astolfo's whims... Not to mention that Shuo Yue has to ensure the logistical supplies of the Big Stomach King, and Lion Jie has to take care of him. Mo Zai's mental state, Jeanne d'Arc and Letitia want to drive away the idlers and avoid fierce conflicts between the black and red sides!

The days seemed like years. At this moment, the eyes of everyone looking at Mordred were filled with love and a sense of accomplishment.

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"Are you my father?" Under the gaze of several eyes, veins popped up on Mordred's face, but surprisingly he did not get angry. "Okay, it's getting late. Thank you for your help, and then - hurry up Go away! Aren’t you tired?”

After Xiao Mo said this, everyone felt exhausted like a tide. Although the special characteristics of followers determined that they did not need to sleep, the habits formed by people cannot be changed overnight.

Anyway, the mission is completed, then...retreat?

"Although the chain fell off at the last moment... Well, let's withdraw first." After Amakusa complained, he signaled the empress to take the lead in closing the magic light curtain.

"Come to think of it, who still remembers what we wanted to do in the beginning?"

"I started helping out of nowhere..."

Sieg and Astolfo also left the church, talking in low voices.

"I'm going to have some supper too, Shuo Yueqing, is there anything left to eat?"

"There are still ten portions left. Let's take care of your stomach first, my king."

Altria and Shuoyue came out together, and Lion Jiejieli followed behind them with a gleam in his eyes.

"Then I'll take my leave too."

Finally, Joan of Arc, who had retrieved her body, bowed and closed the church door.

The orange candlelight exaggerates the night sky, the church is filled with light and dark, and the glitz is gone. A girl as wild as a lion is leaning against the confessional, with ink-stained white snow at her feet. Stars are singing silently in the sky, and the night is cool. The breeze blew away the burning heat in her earlobes and blurred the fire in her heart.

The look of feigned anger disappeared from his face, and while sensing some emotion, Mordred couldn't help but want to laugh loudly.

When will she, the rebellious knight Mordred, also feel lonely?

A knight who imitates the king's aloofness should also possess the king's tenacious spirit. No matter if it is a hell full of corpses, a village set on fire by her own hands, or an enemy envoy kneeling and begging... she will remain indifferent and leave silently.

Mordred did exactly that, and always did it brilliantly.

But - after just putting aside her grudges for a few hours one night, and accepting unreserved help from the heroes because of her soft heart, she discovered that the aloofness she was so proud of was actually like a porcelain doll for people to admire in a glass showcase. Fragile, a heart that is clearly unmoved in the face of pleading, cruelty and ridicule, but collapses in the face of companionship, help and cheers.

No one likes boring cramming, even if it is a shortcut to acquire knowledge, but the hardship on this road is unbearable. However, Mordred gritted his teeth and persevered.

The moment Shuo Yue announced the end, she herself breathed a sigh of relief. The cheers around her even startled her. When she realized what she was doing, Mordred felt as if her whole body was electrified, and she felt more fulfilled than ever. and moved surrounded her.

——In her short life, no one has ever celebrated her existence and her achievements with joy like tonight.

The encounter between people is so wonderful, just like a bonfire on a snowy night, attracting the footsteps of travelers. This is true for the newly born artificial girl, and also for her, a rebellious knight who has experienced war and destroyed a country.

However, since fate has given me such wonderful and short-lived happiness, why should I let time cruelly take it away?

Even the father, after completing this mission, left her behind without any nostalgia and left with the young man who seemed to be a Knight of the Round Table without even saying goodbye.

Just think of it as a dream."

Muttering to herself, the girl began to pack up the pile of books. Just as she was considering whether or not to use a single treasure to destroy these painful and happy memories, or even not bring them back to the Throne of Heroes, the door of the church was opened again, and the smell of pancakes wafted in the girl's face, making her mouth water.

Mordred turned around in surprise, only to see Altria, who had the same face as her and was now walking towards her with a satisfied look on her face. Although her expression was a little stiff, she still handed the bag in her hand to her.

"Shuo Yueqing made it by herself, give it a try."

Everyone has dispersed, and at this moment, there are only two figures left in the church, a contradictory father and son, perhaps in the 'sage mode' after the passion, both of them have extremely calm expressions at this moment, Mordred subconsciously Opening his mouth, he was surprised to find that something came out of his mouth.

"Why...do this?"

"Let's eat first." Altria didn't answer immediately. She thought about it and even added stiffly, "It won't taste good if you catch a cold."

Huh, it's not a concern from the bottom of my heart, I don't care about it.

Mordred tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth, reached out to take the bag, and then she felt the breeze blowing on her face. Her father, who was almost as tall as her, leaned against the table next to her.

"You...this...?Father...King Arthur?!!"

"Actually, you are more popular than I thought, Sir Mordred."

Ignoring Mordred's surprise, Artoria's eyes were blank and she was lost in her memories.

Not only Shuo Yueqing who had been trying hard to help the two of them, but also Liudao Lingxia who had given them some advice. Just now, Shizi Jiejieli, the necromancer and mercenary, even though their camps were opposite, even though it did him no good at all, even though his life was in danger, he still gritted his teeth and blocked her way to get a meal.