Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Arturia couldn't see Mordred's face - but she could completely imagine how complacent it was.

　　Because she in the past, like Mordred now, received such passionate cheers.

　　And, more than once.

　　But now, when the train of light slowly passed through the Camelot Royal City, Arturia looked back, but her eyes were full of what she looked like when she was sixteen.

　　She suddenly found that Mordred seemed to really resemble her.

　　The same young and famous, the same high-spirited.

　　However, the current Artoria is not willing to admit it.

　　"Not at all."

　　Arturia shook her head and left slowly, leaving only a lonely figure in the world.

　　King, always be alone.

　　PS: I hereby solemnly declare.

　　The system has always been a decent system.

　　You can only gain filial piety by engaging in the Altria mentality... that's your misunderstanding.

　　That was the task Morgan had previously released to Mordred, and it had nothing to do with this system. .

Chapter 74

　　In a sense, Mordred is now like a flame.

　　He used his presence to dispel the gloom that hung over the country and give it a new passion.

　　【Mordred Festival】.

　　This is a celebration that is about to be handed down for thousands of years and will continue to be handed down forever.

　　Every year on this day, the Britons hold a grand festival - the whole day off is just the basics, the most important thing is free food and drink in all restaurants, and all kinds of wonderful performances.

　　Even, in an unknown year, the queen even sang for this, in order to save the face of the royal family that was almost lost to the children and grandchildren.

　　It's just a pity that in Britain at the end of the fifth century AD, there were not too many options to make everyone live.

　　"The whole city is busy."

　　In the government affairs hall of the palace, Arturia, who was sitting on the main seat, listened to the hustle and bustle outside the city, and sighed leisurely.

　　She did not expect that for a mere celebration, the people in this city would burst out with such great enthusiasm.

　　They would rather give up the work in their hands than do it, but also go home and take out the last remaining rations to join the celebration.

　　In their words, this is the birthday celebration of His Royal Highness Mordred. Although these meals are not much, they are also a piece of their hearts.

　　There is already a kind of meaning of "tansushi pot slurry to welcome the king's teacher".

　　In addition to this, what Artoria did not expect was the attitude of Argonaut towards this celebration.

　　Originally, in Arturia's imagination.With such a rigorous and stingy character as Argonaut, he would definitely be opposed to Mordred's extravagant and wasteful practices.

　　However, Argie's response was far beyond Artoria's expectations.

　　"When will you have your second child with the princess?"

　　Argonaut asked this question, and handed over a jar of fine wine that had been preserved in Artoria's hands.

　　This jar of fine wine is his thanks to Mordred.

　　Thanks to that unlucky bear boy for being able to come up with such a lame reason, so that his year-round secretary can finally have a precious day off.

　　Therefore, no matter what kind of mentality he is out of, he must thank Mordred well.

　　By the way, he also sincerely hoped that Artoria and Guinevere would have more children - preferably three hundred and sixty-five, and there would be no different birthdays.

　　Arturia looked at the jar of fine wine in her hand and was silent.

　　She had never imagined that even the knight of the round table with thick eyebrows and big eyes would betray the revolution!

　　At the same time, at the door of the Government Affairs Hall.Gao Wenqing, who witnessed all this with his own eyes, walked in slowly with a plate in his hand.

　　"It seems that even the so-called iron knight, Mr. Agogi, will have a day when he feels tired~〃."

　　Of all the Knights of the Round Table, he is probably the only one who can joke with Argonaut without any scruples.

　　There's no way, who can't beat him, and can't talk about him?

　　On the other side, Arturia's eyes were attracted by the food on the plate in Gawain's hand.

　　"what is that?"

　　Looking at the pile of yellow and clear food in front of me, it seems to be very delicious food.For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

　　"You didn't do it, did you?"

　　Arturia asked in a trembling voice.

　　Gao Wenqing's cooking skills are inversely proportional to his martial arts skills - this is a well-known thing in the Knights of the Round Table.

　　However, only Gawain himself was unaware of this shortcoming of his own.

　　"Yes, King!"

　　He said with a smile, and placed the plate of mashed potatoes in front of Arturia:

　　"I thought this thing was delicious, so I tried to make it."

　　"It's not that simple."

　　Gao Wen said confidently.

　　Of course.

　　Artoria is also willing to believe the [Shadow Knight] in front of her.

　　However, the premise was that she didn't catch a glimpse of the potato skins mixed with mashed potatoes from the corner of her eye.

　　"Ugh!"

　　She sighed suddenly, slowly picked up the spoon at hand, and closed her eyes resignedly.

　　The first hour that Mordred was not around.

　　I actually miss him!

　　……

　　After seven hours.

　　Night falls.

　　With the gas of this huge bonfire, the atmosphere of the entire birthday party reached its climax.

　　Mordred finally brought all the grains from the bottom of the box under Morgan's hands through constant grinding and hard foaming.

　　Here, he sincerely thanked Morgan for his hamster-like character, who would hide something in case of emergency.

　　And Morgan was about to be mad at Mordred's mindless behavior of delivering food.

　　"It's all for you!"

　　".¨You are a prodigal thing-don't look for my mother when you starve to death in the future."

　　She said indignantly, turned into a crow, and disappeared into the deep night.

　　Mordred knew that she left not because she was angry, but because she was not used to this kind of excitement.

　　"I have to find an opportunity in the future to restore the reputation of my mother."

　　"At the very least, the title of Princess Camelot cannot be lost."

　　Mordred thought silently in his heart, and a smile of victory appeared on his face.

　　He has a way to deal with this kind of arrogant monster.

　　Meanwhile, on the other side.

　　From the distant crowd, Mordred suddenly heard a gasping sound.

　　He looked up and saw that it was Skaha and Vortigern.

　　The entrance of the two beautiful big sisters caused a commotion in the crowd.

　　However, when people saw what was behind them, they couldn't help restraining their excitement, and they didn't dare to speak loudly at all.

　　That is (Hao Nuo Zhao) a group of huge bison, and the number is probably around twenty.

　　Looking at the weight, the thinnest one should weigh more than [-] kilograms.

　　Such a size has far exceeded the weight of a bison.

　　There is no doubt that these bisons are all existences that have absorbed the mystery of the Age of God and evolved into [Warcraft].

　　But now, these demon beasts, who were supposed to be rebellious, were following behind Votigeng, and they were even more docile than domestic animals.

　　This makes Mordred feel even more that his second uncle is really an amazing person:

　　"Sure enough, the dragon clan standing at the apex of the fantasy species is a natural herding expert!"

　　"It seems that regarding the matter of animal husbandry, the second uncle will still have to go out in person in the future."

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Chapter 75

　　The British Isles are not suitable for the development of farming.

　　This is because most of the British Isles are mountainous and hilly.

　　Those mountains are not very high, in a sense they can even be called small mounds.

　　They are connected one after another, and they rush into the distance in a long stretch, and they can't see the edge at a glance.