Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　So the only thing I can do is to remind myself and those around me by repeating this phrase over and over again - it's a sad story from start to finish.

　　However, in the next moment.

　　"No, now is not the time to think about these things."

　　"Cheer up, Mordred, you can't be upset by these pig teammates."

　　Mordred stretched out his palm and patted his face vigorously, forcing himself to get up and deal with the problems in his hand (bcef).

　　"Fortunately, the treaty has not been formally signed, and everything is still possible to change."

　　Here, Mordred sincerely thanks King Liao Dekuan for his "tips".

　　Although he knew it was actually another bet from the old scumbag.But as a vested interest, Mordred had to remember this "kindness" and was ready to give him a corresponding "return" at an appropriate time.

　　On the other hand, how to deal with this Lanmalock has become a headache for Mordred.

　　"As an assistant to the king... this political literacy is too low."

　　Mordred felt that Ramalok should be glad that he was born in Britain under the rule of Arturia.

　　He was so simple that he could live well, and even got into the position of assistant officer.

　　If it was born in the chaotic European continent... I am afraid that if it is not sold, it will help others to count the money.

　　But then again—

　　"Wait a moment."

　　"If he's destined to be such a person...then why didn't I sell him and let him count the money for me?"

　　As the saying goes, "there have never been pig teammates in this world, only teammates who have not found their correct position".

　　Mordred realized that the position of Wang Zheng's assistant officer might not really be suitable for a simple-minded person like Lan Malok.

　　But at the same time, if Lan Malok can use his "madness" elsewhere, it can definitely be turned into the sharpest knife in his hand.

　　And after thinking for a moment, Mordred's tone suddenly became low-

　　"Mr. Lanmallock."

　　He cleared his throat and made a very solemn appearance:

　　"Your belief is so pure that it is almost comparable to that of your father."

　　A tall hat was brought lightly to the top of Lan Maloch's head by Mordred.

　　But it made Lan Malocco immediately become frightened.

　　"Your Highness, I dare not say that."

　　He immediately lowered his head and leaned down, showing a gesture of surrender.

　　"The brilliance of the king is as dazzling as the sun, and I can't even look up to it."

　　He said very sincerely, and the expression on his face was a kind of worship from the heart.

　　At this moment, Lan Malok almost wrote this sentence on his face:

　　"If there really is a god in this world, then he will definitely look like Artoria."

　　If we say that the so-called [Knight] is also a kind of faith.

　　As a Knight of the Round Table, Lan Malok is a mad believer in the true sense.

　　But now—

　　"Lan Mallock, I am very sad!"

　　Looking at the crazy Lan Malok, Mordred's face suddenly showed a distressed look.

　　Then, without waiting for Lan Malok to ask back, Mordred covered his heart with one hand and continued:

　　"Under the leadership of the father, the brilliance of knights spread over the British Isles, so that the people of the island can enjoy eternal peace."

　　"However, outside of the British Isle, on the land called [Obalo], it is now in a state of collapsed order and no morality."

　　"In that land that cannot be illuminated by the glory of the father, evil is growing and people's hearts are falling."

　　"People fight for power and gain, and even brothers and sisters can be poisoned and assassinated in order to taste the taste of power."

　　"Hell is empty, the devil is on earth."

　　Mordred said with great devotion.

　　His voice was cadenced and impassioned.Directly said that Lan Malok, who advocates the way of knighthood, is full of emotions. He can't wait to go to the continent of Obalo immediately, and expand the territory for the glory of the king of knights with the gun in his hand. Glory of a knight!

　　And what Mordred was waiting for was exactly what Lan Maloch said.

　　"Then, Sir Ranmarlock."

　　"As the assistant of the king's government, are you willing to go to the chaotic continent of Europe, so that those who have suffered and suffered can also witness the glory of the Knight King with their own eyes?"

　　Mordred asked affectionately.

　　In this regard, Lanmalock has no hesitation:

　　"Of course, Your Highness."

　　"Recasting the brilliance of knights, my generation is bound to!".

Chapter 126

　　Lan Malok, who received the task, hardly stopped and left on horseback.

　　He needs to return to the capital of Camelot first, and report to Artoria the harvest of his trip.Then, as Mordred said, he led a group of people to the European continent to play the role of the [British Knight Peacekeeping Force].

　　However, no problem.

　　Before leaving, Mordred wrote a handwritten letter to Artoria.Mordred believed that Arturia, who had completely transformed into his shape, must be able to fully understand the meaning of the letter, so that Lan Maloc could beautifully fulfill the mission given to him by God.

　　But now, it is the other representatives of Liao Dekuan's kingdom who really give Mordred a headache.

　　"An old fox, plus a bunch of insatiable hyenas—trouble, trouble."

　　Faced with such an intricate form, even Mordred had to put away his inherent rambling and become cautious.

　　"It's probably impossible to get them to re-sign these treaties... But I can't kill them all... And I have to take into account the dignity of the father, so I can't get in the way..."

　　At this moment, Mordred has a feeling of being in a vortex, advancing and retreating.

　　Still, it's fine.

　　Although the situation is very difficult, Mordred still holds a big killer in his hand.Enough to help him break this predicament and find a new way out.

　　And now-

　　"Buzz!"

　　Feeling the tremors emanating from Frostmourne, Mordred breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

　　His second uncle is here.

　　……

　　Mordred met Vortigern in Guinevere's bedroom.

　　What's interesting is that his first feeling after seeing Vortigern was nothing else.

　　But -

　　"Second uncle."

　　"Have you gained weight recently?"

　　Mordred looked at Vortigern's increasingly exaggerated figure and asked with a puzzled look.

　　This is a somewhat ridiculous question.

　　After all, the current Vortigern is an undead.

　　Can the dead still gain weight?

　　This is an incredible thing!

　　And Votigeng's face turned black in an instant.

　　"Did you come to me to ask such a boring question?"

　　She said coldly, with a rather irritated expression on her face.

　　It's not really her fault for feeling irritable.

　　You know, in the recent month, she spent almost every day running around.

　　She had flown four full times on the journey from Britain to France alone.

　　Moreover, almost every day she spent on the European continent was spent in war.

　　Either in the war, or on the way to the war-to use this sentence to describe the life of Vortigern in the last month, but it is very appropriate.

　　However, thanks to her hard work.Only then could the thousand Celtic warriors quickly gain a firm foothold on the European continent.

　　In just one month, the reputation of [Celtic Barbarian] has spread throughout the Gaul Plain, and it has a tendency to spread farther and farther.

　　In this regard, Mordred scoffed.

　　"Hmph, I'm too embarrassed to say that we are savages."

　　"Having been dogs to the Romans for hundreds of years, those Germanic barbarians feel that they are cultural people??"

　　"It's not so easy to put green onions in a pig's nose!"

　　Mordred said disdainfully.

　　In this Roman cultural circle, the Germanic people were officially recognized as barbarians.

　　As for the Celts, they can only be said to be simple folk customs and have the relics of ancient times!

　　But then again—

　　"Second uncle, I'm not joking, you seem to be really fat."

　　As Mordred spoke, he stretched out his hand and felt the weight that was almost impossible to grasp.