Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　CC, who was held in Mordred's arms, subconsciously swung her pink little fists and banged randomly on Mordred's back.

　　However, with such a feeble attack, even the level of massage is not up to the mark.

　　"What's the matter?"

　　Mordred said indifferently, turned around again, and looked at Christina, who was shivering in hiding in the corner.

　　"Don't you have an assistant?"

　　"Let her do the rest of the work."

　　"How, do you have the confidence to complete the task?"

　　The last sentence was obviously addressed to Christina.

　　Faced with this question, poor Miss Tina shook her head palely.

　　In fact, the tasks left by CC are indeed not many.

　　But the problem is... she doesn't have the physique of immortality like CC.

　　CC is busy all day, and as an assistant, she is also busy all day!

　　She had already reached the limit of what her spirit could allow.

　　Not to mention, after Mordred took CC away, she could already foresee how "lively" this palace would be for a while.

　　And in this case, let her keep her spirits strong and deal with these official duties without distractions?

　　"King, you should kill me!"

　　Miss Tina said desperately. .

Chapter 163

　　Of course Mordred would not have killed poor Miss Tina.

　　This is because Mordred is reluctant to use Frostmourne to resurrect Miss Tina, turning her into a [-]-hour undead.

　　From the perspective of productivity, the undead are indeed the cheapest and best laborers in the world.

　　Regarding this, it can be seen from the body of Vortigern.

　　But Mordred still doesn't want his daily life to be mixed with too many undead creatures.

　　After all, Britain is a kingdom of the living, and it has not fallen to the point of relying on the dead to maintain order.

　　And, on the other hand.Also as Mordred said -

　　"Business is never finished."

　　"In fact, if you do get things done, that's a real disaster."

　　"Because that often means that the country is beyond salvation and can no longer be saved."

　　Mordred confidently told them about his cuttlefish theory.

12 In this regard, even if CC does not care about it, he has to admit this fact:

　　She does seem to be a little sleepy.

　　Half a month of high-intensity work, even the iron body can't bear it.

　　"It's actually pretty good to be lazy occasionally."

　　A strong sense of guilt rose in CC's heart, but in the next instant, these guilt feelings were all replaced by the hypnotism of the pillow and the quilt.

　　I ignored Mordred, who was sitting beside him and was doing something to him.

　　The spirit has long been exhausted CC, and quickly fell asleep.

　　On the other hand, Christina, who had already realized that it was not good, found a corner in advance and lay down peacefully.

　　Naturally, she was not qualified to sleep with Mordred and the others.

　　But under a soft wool blanket.The treatment she enjoys is actually not much different from Mordred and the others.

　　Not to mention, also on the ground, she has another "companion" who sleeps with her.

　　"Well……"

　　Feeling the trembling around him, Sunflower Beast, who had been sleeping since the sun went down, turned over in a daze, leaving a seat for Christina.

　　Under the sun-like warmth, Christina soon fell asleep.

　　But this time, Mordred was a little tired.

　　It was indeed a little late - but for the energetic Mordred, it was far from being too late to go to bed.

　　To use a more popular phrase, it is "the nightlife has just begun".

　　But everyone in the room was asleep, and no one could spend energy with him.

　　How can this be done?

　　To Vivienne, or to Marda?

　　Mordred thought for a while, got up from the bed gently, and crept out of the palace.

　　"Somersault Cloud."

　　He called softly, but Somersault Cloud's reaction was still quite sensitive.

　　And about ten minutes later, Mordred, who was riding on the somersault cloud, had already crossed the so-called English Channel and flew towards the vast European continent.

　　He decided to take advantage of this rare opportunity... to look for excitement.

　　but--

　　"You have to avoid the second uncle and them."

　　Mordred took out the Frostmourne, and after a little sense of Vortigern's position, he immediately revised his forward path.

　　He came out to play, but he didn't want to be discovered by Vortigern and forced to do business.

　　But then again.

　　Thinking about it carefully, the guards of the royal city who were sent to Europe as mercenaries by Moderi were actually quite miserable.

　　In just a few months, the kingdom changed owners.

　　However, because of the lack of information, they are still proclaiming that they are soldiers of the King of Knights, and they want to fight for the honor of the King of Knights.

　　Come to think of it, this is really...a fun thing to do!

　　Thinking of this, Mordred's eyes lit up instantly.

　　Because he suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to take this opportunity to give his amiable and respectable father and king a good reputation.

　　"Hey, Knight King."

　　Mordred thought while flying.

　　It wasn't until a huge city that was no less than the size of the chalk city appeared in front of Mordred's eyes that he slowed down slightly and began to hover over the city.

　　"let me find it."

　　On a moonless night, the sky is a little dark.

　　However, after some hard searching, Mordred successfully found what he was looking for:

　　a castle.

　　……

　　This is a somewhat quaint castle.

　　It can even be said to be shabby.

　　Mordred, who did not find any guards, "sneaked" into the castle openly and began to try to find something of value.

　　[Women] and [Treasures] were his primary targets for this time.

　　However, when he actually came to the castle and saw the layout of the castle, he once suspected that he had come to the wrong place.

　　In an empty room, a flat and intact table is already the most conspicuous furniture here.

　　And apart from this table, Mordred didn't even see a chair.

　　There are a few portraits hanging on the mottled walls - but they are definitely not masterpieces.

　　According to Mordred's estimation, the painting should be a portrait of the previous owner of the castle.

　　The number of people is quite large, roughly counted, there are also twenty or thirty pairs.

　　"Bah, bad luck!"

　　Mordred snorted coldly, intending to leave here.

　　However, in line with the principle of thieves not leaving empty-handed, it is really not good for him to leave so empty-handed.

　　He can only make some noises as much as possible, in order to attract the attention of the owner of the castle and get more important information from the owner's mouth.

　　However, after ten minutes.

　　Mordred looked at the castle in front of him, which had almost been demolished by him, and gradually fell into contemplation.

　　"Could it be that there is no one in this castle?"

　　Mordred thought for a while, then shook his head again.

　　Although this castle is very shabby, the indoor environment is still very clean, and it looks like it is often cleaned by people.

　　Someone must live here.

　　"Could it be that you just weren't home?"

　　Mordred does not think there is such a coincidence in this world. .

　　So, after some careful thinking, Mordred decided to try again as much as possible.

　　If you haven't found it yet, consider yourself unlucky and go back to sleep.