Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　The desolate night scene of the desolate city is naturally nothing to see.

　　However, the big river that traversed the entire city made Mordred feel deeply.

　　He thought that he already knew where the city was.

　　"London...".

Chapter 119

　　London.

　　Mordred is no stranger to an international metropolis that will play an important role on the world stage in the future.

　　Even, at a certain moment, Mordred even moved the idea of ​​"Will I move the capital here after I succeed to the throne".

　　However, in the next instant, Mordred threw this thought out of the sky.

　　Chalk City is the capital of Camelot after all, and it has a strong symbolic meaning in politics.

　　As Artoria's legitimate successor, Mordred doesn't want to make a fuss about this kind of thing.

　　He is a very filial child, how could he leave words and handle on this kind of thing.

　　But then again—

　　"Although it can't be used as the capital... But it would be a pity if this city with such a huge potential for development was allowed to fall into disrepair."

　　Looking at the rushing river in front of him, Mordred gradually had an idea in his heart:

　　"How about this."

　　He turned his head and said to Bedwell, who was in charge of internal affairs.

　　"Just position this as one of our warehouse and trade points."

　　"In the future, the things that come from the European continent will pass through here first. Then we will find a way to transport them to other places."

　　Mordred said lightly, but he laid an extremely solid foundation for the prosperity of the city for thousands of years.

　　He wants to make this city a trading city - not only for trade within Camelot, but also for other British kingdoms, and even for the entire European continent.

　　Located in the southern part of the British Isle, sitting on the Thames River, it has such potential for development.

　　But Bedwell was a little puzzled.

　　"Continental Europe?"

　　He looked at Mordred with a puzzled look and asked:

　　"The Romans are back?"

　　In addition to this reason, Bedwell really can't think of it.Is there any reason on the European continent to spend a lot of power and money to trade on this small island on the most frontier of the world.

　　however--

　　"No~〃."

　　Mordred raised his head, looked at Bedwell's confused face, and replied proudly and confidently:

　　"We're chasing it."

　　"..."

　　Looking at Mordred's very bright smiling face, Bedwell wanted to ask when they were chasing after him, and what were they doing after him?

　　however--

　　"Cough cough."

　　At the critical moment, it was Tristan who noticed the danger of the problem.He stood up in time and interrupted Bedwell's behavior of spying on the kingdom's secret mission.

　　"That's really a happy thing, Your Highness."

　　Tonight, he may have said "happy" more times than he has ever put together in his entire life.

　　"Then what do you need us to do, Your Highness?"

　　"Rebuild the city and be responsible for maintaining order after the trading post is built."

　　"In addition, I suggest that you can remove the city wall - now we don't need such a thing as a city wall."

　　Mordred said wildly.

　　But at this moment, even to the most cautious Bedwell, such arrogance was reasonable.

　　The Saxons have been driven to the west by them, and they have become fish on the chopping board, and they can do it when they want.

　　As for the other kingdoms, they were already devastated by the Saxons who fled to the past, and they were not in the mood to ponder the conspiracy to frame Camelot at all.

　　In this case, the city wall has long since lost its functional significance.

　　Even, it has become an obstacle for soldiers to set up fields and even build cities.

　　"Okay, take it apart."

　　Tristan agreed very happily, without the usual indecision and sentimentality.

　　So much that Bedwell couldn't help but wonder if his old buddy was possessed by something dirty?

　　Or, is it actually a fake faked by someone else?

　　Otherwise, how could such a huge change happen directly like a sudden change of person?

　　And in the next morning.

　　When Mordred, who had finished resting, once again took Guinevere on the journey to the Kingdom of Liao Dekuan, Bedwell found a suitable opportunity and asked the question in his heart:

　　"Don't you think you were weird yesterday?"

　　Bedwell looked to the west, looked at the carriage that gradually turned into a small black spot, and asked.

　　At this moment, Tristan has once again turned into the sentimental and depressed look before:

　　"There's nothing strange about that, Sir Bedwell."

　　"He's not the same as the king - I can feel it, it's completely different."

　　"He's breathed new life into the country, and yes, even me, a sad person, can't help but feel refreshed in the face of that energy."

　　Tristan replied earnestly.

　　This is his strength and his weakness.

　　With a delicate mind, he is extremely susceptible to the infection of the surrounding atmosphere.

　　Then, he will turn into a reflection device or a rendering device, multiplying the surrounding atmosphere.

　　This is also the origin of his title of "Son of Sorrow".

　　To put it bluntly, his heart is pure, and there is no "sadness" or "joy" at all.

　　It was only because he grew up in this tragic era that he reflected himself as a son of "sorrow".

　　However, the arrival of Mordred broke this sad atmosphere.

　　An unruly child - this was Tristan's initial judgment when he learned of what Mordred had done from Argonaut.

　　A great monarch who is completely different from Arturia, and has the potential to change this sad era - this is Tristan's true evaluation of Mordred when he really meets him.

　　And now-

　　"Get ready for bad news, Sir Bedwell."

(Li Haohao)

　　Tristan patted his old partner on the shoulder, and his voice dropped again.

　　This time, Bedwell couldn't be rectified.

　　"Unfortunate? What unfortunate?"

　　"You mean they're going to have trouble with this trip?"

　　"It shouldn't be... But there is still a scene from Lan Malocq."

　　Lan Malok, who has the title of "Lion of Britain", is a knight comparable to Gawain.

　　Especially that exquisite spear technique, even Arturia was amazed.

　　Bedwell felt that with such a powerful Knight of the Round Table, this negotiation task would not go wrong no matter what.

　　however--

　　"It's because of the presence of Lord Lanmalock that the problem occurs."

　　Looking at the distant horizon, Tristan sighed sadly:

　　"His Royal Highness, a prince who is completely different from the king... Lord Lanmalock, this is really a sad story...".

Chapter 120

　　Mordred, who has embarked on a journey again, does not stop and go as he did before, reining in the reins.

　　His technique of driving a carriage seemed to have ushered in a qualitative leap overnight.

　　Not only is the speed faster, there is no bumpy feeling when running, and if you see woods or lakes, you will not uncontrollably drill into it.

　　This is of course a good thing.

　　But for Guinevere, this is really a bit uncomfortable.

　　She didn't like to stay in the car for a long time-especially when the person driving outside was Mordred, and she didn't want to stay in the car for even a second.

　　So, after a moment of hesitation, Guinevere made a decision.

　　"Why, aren't you afraid of being seen?"

　　Mordred looked at Guinevere who was sitting in his arms, gave her the reins in his hand, and taught her how to drive the carriage.

　　Guinevere, on the other hand, seemed very excited.