Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　So, at this moment, in Artoria's heart, the status of these potatoes has risen to an infinitely high level.

　　In front of these potatoes, even rescuing Guinevere doesn't seem so important.

　　"No, you must ask what's going on with these potatoes."

　　"If it's true... no matter what the price, they must be acquired."

　　Artoria silently swore in her heart.

　　No wonder she was so excited.

　　After all, the existence of these potatoes helped Artoria to solve an imminent problem.

　　As long as there is enough food, there is still worry that Britain cannot be revived?

　　Arturia thought happily.

　　However, in the next moment.

　　When Artoria's eyes continued to move down, she caught a glimpse of the last line of small words written on this parchment.

　　Her originally happy face turned into a pig's liver in an instant.

　　【Attention please】

　　[These potatoes are the only remaining stock, please be sure not to eat them all! 】

　　[Once again, be sure not to eat them all! 】[-] million.

Chapter 57

　　"You are so bad!"

　　Deep in the forest, in the castle where Mordred was hiding.

　　Looking at the parchment in Arturia's hand, and the look on Arturia's face that was a hundred times uglier than robbing her of her lunch, Mordred instantly understood who it belonged to. conspiracy.

　　This kind of trap to mentally attack the enemy by playing with people's hearts is definitely not something that Guinevere can design.

　　Not even Morgan could design it.

　　If she could have such a brain, her revenge plan would have succeeded long ago, and she didn't need to wait so many years, and finally completed her revenge plan under the guise of Mordred.

　　Skaha and cc, are the only two who could possibly come up with this design.

　　Skaha absolutely disdain to use such a mythical trick.

　　That is an old woman with a somewhat abnormal spirit, always thinking about poking everything with the long gun in her hand.If she were to design a trap, she would probably end up in person and use her own body to build an obstacle.

　　Only CC, this witch who has lived for more than [-] years, has completely seen the human heart.Only have the ability and brains to design this simple, but extremely ingenious [Potato Trap].

　　In the face of Mordred's praise, the expression on cc's face was quite calm:

　　"I still made a mistake."

　　"That basket of potatoes was originally designed for three people's meals."

　　This is also a matter of course.

　　After all, even God could not have imagined that Gawain and Gareth would sacrifice themselves to help Arturia pass the previous trap.

　　This time, cc felt a little nervous.

　　Fortunately, Arturia's appetite did not disappoint her.

　　"Being able to eat six raw potatoes in a row...is her stomach made of iron?"

　　cc muttered silently in his heart, admiring the iron stomach of the King of Britain.

　　At the same time, Mordred's face showed a natural smile:

　　"Of course!"

　　"That's my father!"

　　He exclaimed, as if it were something to be proud of.

　　In Mordred's heart, no matter what happens, Arturia's image is glorious, and her status is unshakable.

　　And cc laughed and laughed.

　　"as long as you are happy."

　　She knows Mordred's ultimate goal!

　　……

　　Ignore the yin and yang in the castle for the time being.

　　Meanwhile, in the training ground.

　　Holding the parchment in her hand, Arturia suddenly had an urge to take out Lungominiad and destroy the world.

　　She was tired and didn't want to continue playing with these scourges.

　　Just let everyone die together, one hundred and one hundred.

　　But of course.

　　As a king with lofty ideals, such an idea only floated in Artoria's mind for a few seconds before being smothered by herself.

　　She is someone who is determined to become the perfect king, how could she give up on herself because of this difficulty.

　　"Calm down, Arturia, calm down!"

　　Arturia stretched out her hands, patted her cheek, and forced herself to calm down.

　　"It should be someone deliberately joking with me... Yes, it must be a joke."

　　"Otherwise, no one would put the instruction manual for a thing at the bottom of the basket!"

　　The wise Artorias quickly realized what was wrong with this matter.

　　Looking at the piece of parchment in her hand, she was sure that it must be someone playing a joke on her to blow her mind.

　　But then again...

　　"Ahhh, how can there be such boring people in this world!"

　　Even if she penetrated the truth, Arturia could not calm down again.

　　There's nothing wrong with this.

　　In the final analysis, the above things are her own guesses-no matter how close to the truth, this guess is doubtful until a definite answer is obtained.

　　In this case, this parchment became a burden directly, and it hung firmly in Artoria's heart.

　　This burden is not heavy, but it is very conspicuous, which makes Arturia unable to fight wholeheartedly, and must devote part of her energy to thinking about "potatoes".

　　In this way, the purpose of cc is also achieved. . . .

　　"A strong man like the King of Knights has an indestructible will, and it is absolutely impossible to be directly defeated."

　　"Therefore, she can only be weakened by other means, divert her attention, and prevent her from exerting [-]% of her strength, thereby increasing the possibility of victory on her side."

　　Looking at Arturia who was walking slowly in the sand table, CC's expression was very dull.

　　It's like an extra-worldly expert who has transcended the world and won't be moved by external things.

　　But Mordred could clearly see the joy in her eyes.

　　It could be seen that she was happy that she had successfully helped Mordred.

　　"Really, can't you be more honest?"

　　"Pretend to be boring every day... Is it interesting?"

　　Mordred murmured in a low voice - it's not loud, but it can be accurately conveyed to the ears of CC and Guinevere.

　　Then, the expressionless cc directly stretched out his right fist and knocked three times hard on Modrid's head.

　　Mordred knew that this meant that he would go to CC's room in the middle of the night to learn art.

　　"You bad woman."

　　"Tonight, see what I do with you!"

　　Mordred thought proudly in his heart - he turned his head and looked at the sand table.

　　At this point, after jumping over a couple of traps that are more decorative than practical.Arturia finally managed to reach the exit of the labyrinth.

　　And here, there is also the last big boss of the maze, waiting for her arrival.

　　"How stupid!"

　　Looking at the slowly approaching figure, Votigeng, who had been waiting here for a long time, showed a very impatient look.

　　She didn't know why she wanted to play this stupid game with a hapless bear child.

　　And, if only for this stupid game.

　　She also had to follow Mordred's instructions and read that stupid line.

　　However, there is no way.

　　Considering the group of soul fires that Mordred held in his hands, at this moment, no matter how unwilling Vortigern was, he could only obediently cooperate with Mordred's performance.

　　"My name is Deathwing, Destiny Destroys the World...".

Chapter 58

　　Votigeng's lines are classic.

　　But in contrast, Mordred still thinks that the scene of Votigen being stabbed by Lungomiad is more classic.

　　"It's miserable."

　　"It's so miserable!"