Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　After all, the Eastern Roman Empire was actually part of the Roman Empire.

　　The Roman emperor Theodosius I divided Rome into two parts and handed them over to his two sons.

　　Among them, the eldest son controls Eastern Rome, and the younger son controls Western Rome.

　　At that time, the regional differences between East and West Rome were already reflected.

　　In simple terms, Rome is like a dilapidated old city with sunsets; Constantinople is like a gorgeous, vibrant new city.

　　A large number of nobles moved from Western Rome to Constantinople, thus completing the eastward shift of the political and economic center of the Roman Empire.

　　After the fall of the Western Roman Empire, the Eastern Roman Empire became the only remaining fruit of the Roman Empire.

　　From blood, politics, culture... those are all things that have been passed down in the same blood.

　　In this case, the Eastern Roman Empire is naturally worthy of the title of [Roman Orthodox].

　　At least, it is more qualified than the [Holy Roman Empire], which is neither holy nor Roman!

　　however--

　　"It's a fart Rome."

　　For a literary girl, it is a very rare rudeness, which reflects this little Cato's deep-seated disdain for the Eastern Roman Empire.

　　"It doesn't have the city of Rome, it doesn't have our own language...even the faith has become the so-called Templar Church."

　　"It deserves to be called Rome too?"

　　The girl spoke angrily, exuding an inexplicable noble aura.

　　And it was from this moment that Mordred was finally able to clearly realize what kind of person the girl in front of him was.

　　"The old-fashioned old school, and the most stubborn and stubborn kind of aristocracy."

　　Mordred thought that the cultivation of this personality may be related to the tradition of the Cato family.

　　After all, the ancestor of this girl was the "last Roman" who dared to challenge Julius Caesar.

　　Although he died in the end, he was indeed worthy of the word "glory".

　　And now, on the occasion of the demise of the Western Roman Empire, this girl probably also wanted to focus on following the old path of her ancestors and be buried with the Roman Empire in her mind.

　　"It's just a pity for these books."

　　With such a sigh, the girl put the book in her hand back on the shelf.

　　"Even the imperial library of the empire is definitely not as much as I have here. I (bcef) have all of them here."

　　She turned around with some regret, looked at the books collected from various places by the Cato Patriarch of the past dynasties, and sighed helplessly.

　　Then, she turned her head back and looked at Mordred with a silent gaze, as if she was examining something.

　　Mordred knew what her gaze meant.

　　It is probably like a two-dimensional enthusiast. When graduating from college, there are some things that are not easy to take away and want to pass on to their juniors.

　　but--

　　"I can't play this."

　　Mordred spread his hands and refused directly.

　　"Well...if you see it, I actually don't have any culture."

　　"These books don't do much for me."

　　Mordred said with some embarrassment.

　　Speaking of which, he could probably still be considered a literate man in the place where birds don't shit on the British Isles.

　　But now, in the hinterland of the continent of Europe, in the heart of the Greco-Roman cultural circle.He felt like a real illiterate.

　　Even with systematic help, he couldn't understand what those books were talking about and what profound truths they contained.

　　Of course, he doesn't need to know.

　　After all, the art of the emperor and the book of scholars are not the same thing at all.

　　"That's right."

　　"Then I'll think about it again."

　　The girl nodded and said regretfully.

　　She rejoiced at Mordred's honesty—but had a headache at Mordred's honesty.

　　If only Mordred could lie to her a little at this time, so that she could die without any worries.

　　The girl couldn't help but think.

　　However, at this time, Mordred suddenly made a suggestion that surprised her:

　　"These books don't do me much—but I think you do."

　　"I need you, come with me."

　　"Of course, it's useless even if you refuse - I will forcefully kidnap you, and then use some unexplainable means to make you submit to me and serve me obediently."

　　Looking into the girl's eyes, Mordred said bluntly.

　　At this moment, he has forgotten his original intention of "wanting to expand the prestige of his father".

　　Right now, he just wanted to tie the girl in front of him back to Britain.

　　After all, such a learned person is really hard to find.

　　Each one is worth Mordred's [-] points of energy to take seriously.

　　But the girl in front of her was still a little confused.

　　"you are?"

　　She looked at Mordred with a puzzled look—until this moment, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to know the name of the intruder.

　　"Mordred Pandoragon."

　　"The present king of Britain, the future emperor of the Roman Empire."

　　"How, are you interested in joining my business and revitalizing the real Roman Empire with me?"

　　……

　　After half an hour.

　　A fire rose from the library of the Cato family.

　　The raging flames not only blocked the steps of those [conspirators], but also burned all the books of the Cato clan.

　　At the same time, Mordred, who was sitting on the somersault cloud, had already flown away from the European continent with the literary girl, and continued to fly in the direction of Camelot.

　　"Those collections of books are burned like this...Is there really no problem?"

　　Mordred asked suspiciously.

　　To be honest, when the girl made this decision, Mordred felt a little distressed for her.

　　That's an unbroken collection of books for more than [-] years!

　　God knows how many orphans there are!

　　But beyond Mordred's expectations, the girl's face showed a very calm and natural expression.

　　"it does not matter."

　　She replied nonchalantly, pointing to her head with a finger.

　　"I've already carried them all down."

　　"..."

　　Facts have proved that the field of learning gods is really not within the reach of a scholar like Mordred.

　　Not even imagined.

　　Right, by the way.

　　Because of that fire, the girl named [Marcus Polkius Cato] had died.

　　At this moment, the girl who was sitting on the somersault cloud and was forcibly tied back to Camelot by Mordred already had a brand new name:

　　Patchouli Knowledge

　　It means "hidden knowledge". .

Chapter 166

　　Camelot, Chalk City.

　　Mordred first took the literary girl for a circle over the chalk city and let her take a good look at the city built by the fairies.

　　Finally, he landed at the school in the east of Wangcheng and brought him into the office.

　　"how?"

　　Mordred, the master, brought a glass of juice to the girl and asked.

　　And the girl had no intention of being polite with Mordred.

　　"An amazing city."

　　"But it's a far cry from the real Rome."

　　"..."

　　Ok.

　　how to say.

　　Mordred could see it.

　　The literary girl in front of me, who has been renamed [Patchiuri Noreji], is a genuine Roman fan.

　　In her eyes, everything in Rome - is the best.