Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Then, he was sure that the water inside was really deep.

　　So much so that he couldn't even reach the bottom.

　　"Strange...how on earth did you do it?"

　　Mordred asked the curious, and then regardless of Vortigern's strong opposition, he put his hand directly on top of her head and forcibly checked her soul fire.

　　The raging fire of the soul emits a faint blue light.

　　Then, Mordred understood the truth of Vortigern's "fat":

　　"How many people did you kill!"

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　　Mordred asked in amazement, looking at the large group of gray and dead aura surrounding Votigen's soul.

　　The dead can draw strength from the breath of death to enhance their own strength.

　　About this, Mordred also knew.

　　But Mordred never imagined that Vortigern could do it to such an extent.

　　Such a strong death energy has accumulated on Votegeng's soul, constantly strengthening her soul, making her strength step by step closer to the level of her own life.

　　Even, if you continue to accumulate like this, it is not impossible to surpass your life.

　　However, Votigeng has always maintained an indifferent expression:

　　"Can not remember."

......  

　　"Anyway, as long as we see the army, no matter which country it is, we will rush to play with them."

　　She replied quite nonchalantly, with a sense of indifference like "Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate?"

　　And Mordred had a very bold idea.

　　If it is said, the undead creatures can rely on the absorption of death energy to strengthen their own strength.

　　If Votigeng was thrown into the Land of Shadows and trained for three years and five years...

　　"Well, no."

　　"In that case, I'm afraid I'll never see my second uncle."

　　Looking at the purple figure that suddenly appeared in his mind, Mordred quickly shook his head and threw this immature idea out of his mind.

　　"Forget it, don't think about cheating."

　　Mordred took Vortigern's hand and whispered his plan in her ear.

　　——It is nothing more than asking Votigen to appear at the signing ceremony, destroying the signing ceremony with the appearance of a dead dragon, and making all the jumps signed before invalid.

　　However, what Mordred did not expect was.

　　When Vortigern fully understood what Mordred meant, her face showed a very disgusting expression——

　　"If you have such ambitions, why are you pretending to be so petty here?"

　　"???"

　　"So, you give me a month - will I pay you back all of Britain?"

　　"!!!"[-] million.

Chapter 127

　　Camelot Palace, in Guinevere's bedroom.

　　Mordred looked at the high-spirited Votigen in front of him, his eyes slightly dull.

　　He found that he didn't seem to know this second uncle very well.

　　You know, in his impression, his second uncle has always been fishing at work, sleeping after get off work, and has no motivation.

　　How come I haven't seen each other for a month, and suddenly it looks like this?

　　Mordred looked at Vortigern with a strange look, as if he was reacquainting her.

　　In the face of such eyes, Votigeng smiled coldly:

　　"I just thought they were ridiculous."

　　"However, the place where the bullet is so big will cause so many troubles."

　　"It's better to kill them together, so that I can be silent."

　　Votigeng's answer is simple and rude.

　　But Mordred had been able to roughly understand what was going on.

　　"Is it because of being outside and broadening your horizons?"

　　Mordred thought silently.

　　Before that, Vortigern had stayed on the island.Although the above name is the Dragon King, he is like a frog, sitting in the sky and watching the sky, and his understanding of the world is very limited.

　　But now, Vortigern has traveled to Europe, and has fully realized how vast the world is.

　　In this case, a little Britain, naturally, could not get into her eyes.

　　In her own words, that is—

　　"The area of ​​land we have fought in the past half month is far more than the area of ​​this broken island!"

　　"And you are still staying on this island, thinking of playing family games with them here?"

　　"Is it fun?"

　　"..."

　　Well, how to say.

　　Mordred found that before he knew it, there seemed to be one more person who could reprimand him.

　　However, he was not annoyed by it.

　　He could only be delighted by the change in Votigen.

　　If he gets a few more ministers like Votigeng, why worry that the king's career is not prosperous and hegemony is not successful?

　　"Okay, then one month!"

　　Mordred clapped his hands and made a decision.

　　And Votigeng, who received the order, didn't say a word of nonsense to Mordred, and went directly to find the displaced Saxon troops.

　　As the White Dragon King, she has absolute prestige among those Saxons.

　　Just, after a moment.

　　When Vortigern's figure gradually disappeared from Mordred's eyes, he suddenly turned his head to the northeast.

　　Looking at the gradually darkening sky, a very rare sadness appeared on the bear child's face.

　　"I'm going to be beaten again..."

　　……

　　night.

　　With the rising moon, King Liao Dekuan held a grand banquet in the palace.

　　In name, this was a banquet held to welcome Guinevere. It was a private invitation from King Liao Dekuan, which was not part of the negotiation process.

　　But all the other kingdom representatives attended the banquet as promised.

　　At such a critical moment, they didn't want to hate Guinevere because of this trivial matter, which would lead to another change in the fully negotiated treaty.

　　And at this banquet, these kingdom representatives discovered such a strange thing:

　　The Lan Malok who had been with them all the time and negotiated until the last day was gone.

　　Instead, it was the Chief Knight of the Round Table who had gone mad on solemn occasions.

　　"It won't be a problem, will it?"

　　Some representatives of the kingdom thought worriedly, for fear that Mordred would make something wrong at the banquet.

　　But when the banquet really started, they realized that they were really worrying too much.

　　That Knight of the Round Table named Mordred Pandoragon enjoyed the atmosphere of this banquet more than everyone else.

　　Even, in order to maintain the atmosphere of the banquet, he interrupted the practice of conducting political exchanges in the name of banquets one after another.

　　"Don't do such a bad mood thing."

　　"The banquet, the most important thing is to have fun."

　　"Why are we talking about nasty things in such a happy time?"

　　Mordred said while raising the wine glass in his hand.

　　The cup is filled with dark beer brewed with barley. The brewing process is a bit rough. After entering the mouth, there is only bitterness and no aroma, and it is not delicious at all.

　　But it has only one advantage: large quantity...  

　　The beer barrels like a hill are stacked in the hall where the banquet is held, and just by looking at it, it will create a daunting feeling.

　　This is already all the storage of Liao Dekuan Kingdom.

　　"We have only one goal today - and that is to drink all these beers!"

　　Mordred pointed to the pile of wine barrels like a hill in front of him, and said nonsense.

　　Then, without waiting for the representatives of the kingdom to respond, he directly picked up a large wine glass and scooped a spoonful in the barrel full of beer.

　　"ton ton ton ton—"

　　A full mug of beer was drank by Mordred.

　　And with the shouts of "Why don't you drink it, are you looking down on me, my mother, and my father?", no matter how helpless those kingdom representatives were, they had to follow Mordred's example and fill a full glass with them. Beer gulps down.