My mother's love song

He neither spoke nor refuted, but just stood there blankly.

Rhodes felt that it was his turn to act.

Although he was ready to go to Avalon with Altria based on the atmosphere, he actually had no intention of "eating" the Lion King tonight.

On the one hand, my goal for tonight has been achieved.

More importantly, on the other hand, the Lion King's unsatisfied look was so cute that he wanted to tease her for a few more days.

Well... I have to thank Mordred for disrupting things tonight, otherwise I would definitely not be able to control myself.

Rhodes took one last reluctant look at Altria's tall, round, white breasts, gritted his teeth, and left the bed.

"princess……?"

The Lion King looked at him in confusion.

"I'm sorry, King. I really didn't expect Sir Mordred to resist me so much."

Rhodes looked sad and covered his mouth hypocritically.

"This is not the result I wanted to see. I didn't expect it to be like this, that you and your son would turn against each other because of me...!"

"Ah? I have never turned against my father!"

Mordred called out, but Rhodes chose to ignore her.

"I'm sorry, Altria. I'm sorry, Mo."

"Please don't apologize, my princess. You have done nothing wrong. The one who is wrong is Sir Mordred, who has no sense of etiquette and has repeatedly offended his superiors."

Rhode suddenly raised his voice and said with great emotion: "My king! Please stop blaming Sir Mordred! She has no bad intentions, she just respects her father more than anyone else!"

Mordred frowned slightly: "......?"

What is this kid doing here?

The Lion King nodded honestly: "Yes, yes...you are right."

Ah, what a thoughtful and gentle person he is. My princess... His eyes reflect a whole world that makes me peaceful and happy.

Rhode continued, "It is only natural that Sir Mordred would think that I deceived the king, because I am just a vile princess who is unworthy of His Majesty."

"Please stop saying that about yourself, Dorako!"

Rhodes sighed softly and shook his head.

“It must be because I didn’t do well enough that this happened.

It's so sad... I really want to get along well with everyone.

But I won’t give up. One day, I will make everyone at the round table recognize me as the princess!”

Rhodes looked at Mordred fondly.

The girl felt uncomfortable being stared at by that gaze, she snorted proudly, folded her arms and turned away.

Rhode suddenly changed the subject: "Well, Altria... I'll take my leave today."

"what!?"

The Lion King was horrified when he heard this and reached out his hand to Rhodes.

"Wait, Luo...Dorako, are you leaving?"

"Well, I won't bother you in the palace tonight. My king, I wish you a sweet dream."

After leaving these words, without waiting for the Lion King to say anything to persuade him to stay, Rhodes passed by Mordred and left the Lion King's bedroom.

After the young man left, only Camelot's father and son were left in the luxurious and spacious king's bedroom.

In an environment so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, they stared at each other.

Artoria: "..."

Mordred: “…”

Altria's graceful and noble goddess appearance reveals an extreme coldness that seems to be able to freeze the entire singularity.

The holy blue eyes sparkled in the dark night, and the golden hair swayed without wind.

"Sir Mordred."

The moment her name was called, a dark chill crept up Mordred's back, and the girl's legs began to tremble violently.

[Intuition B], start.

This, this feeling is... the Battle of Jianlan?

No! The presence that my father exudes is even greater than that!

"Uh, ha, hahaha...hahahaha. Father, I'll take my leave first! Good night!"

Before the revolving lantern could play out in his mind, Mordred crawled out of the bedroom.

As for the sequel of the story, it is equally exciting.

Early the next morning, the rebellious knight received an imperial edict from his assistant Aguiwen, from His Majesty the Lion King himself.

"From now on, the Knight of the Round Table Mordred will be stripped of his territory in Camelot and will never be allowed to enter the Holy City again."

……

……

……

Leaving the warm bedroom and returning to the deserted corridor.

Rhodes saw at a glance a graceful figure leaning against the wall less than 10 meters away from the Lion King's bedroom.

The conservative monastic knight's uniform wraps around her beautiful figure.

Viewed from the side, the full and voluptuous curves meander from the chest to the hips.

The person standing there was none other than the princess's personal knight in Camelot, Jacques de Molay, who smiled as soon as he saw Rhodes.

"Princess Coucou~"

"I see. I was saying that no matter how reckless and brainless Mordred was, he would not dare to enter the king's bedroom without permission."

Rhodes frowned, walked to her side and stopped.

"Molai...are you the one behind this?"

"Hey, what is the princess talking about?"

Morley rested his slender fingers on his chin, as if thinking hard.

“I just think that honest kid is cute. His courageous look always reminds me of my youth… when Morlai first joined the Knights Templar.

So I just teased her a little bit, but I didn't expect the effect would be so good... Hehe, the princess won't blame me, right?"

"of course not."

Rhodes snorted coldly.

"Just don't leave any evidence behind when doing this, and don't involve me.

Although Mordred is a fool, it does not mean that all the Knights of the Round Table are fools.

If you are impeached by other knights for causing trouble in the future, I will not plead for mercy in front of the Lion King. I will kick you away without hesitation and cut off all ties with you. "

"Opps! How cruel! I've been trying so hard for you."

Molai came to Rhodes in an instant, stretched out her hands, and pressed her chest against the boy's arms.

"Well, never mind. This is the charm of the princess. Where are we going tonight? I want to eat grilled lamb kebabs!"

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm tired of walking around the city. Help me book a hotel. I want to rest." Rhodes said.

Tonight, under Rod's beauty trick, the Lion King finally decided to launch the "Holy Spear Relief" plan.

The ultimate goal has been achieved, so there is no need to hang around in Camelot all day.

To be honest, Rhode was very concerned about what the Knights of the Round Table thought of him. It would be bad if his actions were too extreme and caused backlash.

"Hey~~~ Why is this happening!"

Molai shook Rhodes' arm and said coquettishly.

"This is a holy place, right? It would be such a waste if we don't enjoy it every day and every night!

Delicacies from the mountains and seas! Fine wines and beautiful women! All the accounts are recorded by the royal family! Such a rare opportunity to spend public money must be enjoyed every day!

My Lady Princess, Let's go on an expedition! "

"The Holy Land [Jerusalem] is gone. If you want to go on an expedition, go on it on your own. I'd be crazy if I didn't accompany you."

Rhode pulled his arm out of her arms, yawned, and walked towards the exit of Camelot.

Hmm...why don't you go find Sanzang and play with him?

"Ahhh, what a shame."

Molai, who was left there by Rhodes, suddenly started talking to himself.

"I just got some important information. I thought the princess would definitely be interested in it."

"..."

Rhode didn't stop because of her words, but he did slow down his pace.

Molai poked his chin with his slender finger and continued, "I heard from the Knight of Justice that the bigwigs of the Round Table captured a very cute Hassan."

"..."

Rhodes stopped and slowly turned to look at Molay.

The Black Goat's Apostle stood there, tilted his head, pursed his cherry-colored lips, and muttered.

"It is said that this is a girl who can release a deadly poison from her body. Aguguiwen is worried about how to interrogate her...

Hmm, it seems that this is not a topic that the princess is interested in... What a pity."

Staring at the face full of joy, Rhodes trembled his lips and said, "Just grilled lamb kebabs will do, right?"

"Bravo!"

Hearing this, Molai walked over with a smile and hugged his arm again: "My Lady Princess, I want to eat roasted whole lamb tonight~"

Chapter 248 My mother’s woman is my woman

Starting from the ancient Age of Gods in India, the legend of the "Poison Woman" has been passed down in all parts of the world in all ages.

Muscles, body fluids, mucous membranes, all are highly toxic.

Lips, tongue, nails, hugs, all are sharp blades.

In the eyes of the fanatical assassination cult, if such a woman really existed, she must be someone who could be called the "Flower of Assassination".

So from a certain period of time, the Assassins began their plan to recreate the legend of the "Poison Lady".

Young men and women with strong physiques that are immune to most poisons in nature are carefully selected, and they are allowed to accumulate toxins in their bodies before they give birth.

Of course, in the process of training the parent generation, corresponding Middle Eastern magic is also indispensable.

Then, the men and women who were filled with poison and curse were allowed to give birth to children. This experiment seemed simple but cruel.

This level of human experimentation is not considered a big deal within the cult.

In the past, there was a young man who used Middle Eastern magic that specialized in cursing others to transform himself, allowing the soul of the demon's arm to assimilate with his own arm and complete the incarnation.

In the end, the young man completed the transformation brilliantly and later became the leader of the sect [The Old Man in the Mountain].

If they could obtain the power of myth just by sacrificing their bodies and dignity, it would be worth it for the fanatical cult.

Of course, the creation of [Poison Girl] was not smooth.

I don't know how many generations of Hassan had gone by, how many years had passed, and how many young people had been consumed, but the sect was about to give up this plan.

A baby girl was born.

The mother died the moment she gave birth to the baby girl.

At this time, no one realized that something was wrong. After all, death due to dystocia was very common in that era.