Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　Artoria made such a calculation in her heart.

　　If she can convert Morgan's power into her own power, it means that she has almost obtained a magic master, a blacksmith, and a potion master through prostitution.

　　Even, taking ten thousand steps back, even if Morgan did not agree to cooperate with her and was unwilling to help Camelot, she would still make money!

　　This means that she has eliminated a potential safety hazard with the help of Mordred's hands.In this way, she can devote herself to the cause of the kingdom with fuller spirit and enthusiasm.

　　"Whether I can make it or not, I will earn blood in this wave~〃!"

　　[Scales]'s character took effect again, and quietly, Arturia once again completed the balance of pros and cons.

　　"I'll leave this to you!"

　　Arturia ordered.

　　But it is easy to trigger the system prompt.

　　[Ding, your father (Artoria Pandoragon) issued a task to you. 】

　　[Task requirements: Please convince your mother as much as possible and use her power to help this kingdom. 】

　　[Task reward: unknown (depending on the degree of task completion). 】

　　[Note: The current information that can be disclosed is that the minimum reward for this task will not be less than [-] points of filial piety. 】

　　"!!!"

　　Looking at the information prompted by the mission, at this moment, Mordred realized.

　　He was enlightened.

　　He had mistakenly thought that Skaja was the fattest sheep in the world.

　　But now, in front of Artoria, even the big fat sheep of Skaha is eclipsed!

　　"Ten thousand filial piety values ​​at every turn? I'm a darling, worthy of being a father and king."

　　Mordred sighed and praised Artoria in his heart.

　　He swears by the Frostmourne in his hand.

　　After returning to Camelot, he must make Artoria wait on him comfortably!

　　If he doesn't get two or three thousand filial piety values ​​a day, he will be considered a failure!

　　……

　　After turning the warehouse, Mordred led Artoria to earn the farmland he had reclaimed.

　　"Hey, the potatoes have just been harvested, so I can't plant another crop right away. I have to plant some beans or something to slow down the fertility in the soil."

　　Mordred pointed to the field that had just emerged in front of him and said.

　　These green shoots are the seedlings of red kidney beans—a kind of bean with high nutritional value, but the only problem is that the taste may not be very good, and it takes a long time to cook the beans to boil them.

　　To Mordred's surprise, after seeing these bean sprouts, Arturia even squatted down and carefully observed the growth of these bean sprouts.

　　"You're doing a good job—just a little too much water."

　　She commented expressionlessly, not like a high-ranking king at all, but an old farmer.

　　"I used to grow the land."

　　Looking at Mordred's surprised expression, Arturia continued to explain.

　　Indeed, during the period when she was adopted by Sir Hector, Artoria was brought up exactly by the standards of a rural boy.

　　Until now, even she has not done farm work for a long time.But those memories of her childhood have long been imprinted in her soul and will never disappear:

　　"As long as the issue of food is involved, it is very important, and it should not be sloppy at all."

　　She patted Mordred on the shoulder and said earnestly.

　　This kind of treatment made Mordred greatly moved.

　　He knew that Arturia was very upset to see him, but wouldn't her current behavior prove that Arturia felt that he could still be saved, and was still educating him, this useless "son" in her own way, Want to lead him on the right path?

　　"Yes, Father!"

　　Mordred replied aloud, his joy beyond words:

　　"The food issue is important!"

　　He repeated Arturia's words to prove his determination:

　　"However, I can assure you."

　　"For us, after a year, the food problem will definitely not be a problem anymore!"

　　Mordred swore to assure.

　　He comes from a flower gardener, and nothing else.

　　That is, the farming skills are full.

　　In the face of Mordred's oath, Arturia just smiled indifferently.

　　She didn't take Mordred's words seriously.

　　(Good Zhao's) As she thinks about it, this is probably just a childish talk of a bear child.

　　But, then again.

　　There is no need to deny such childish words.

　　After all, being alive is always a good thing.

　　"Really?"

　　"Then I can look forward to your performance."

　　Looking at the passionate Mordred, Artoria responded to Daochen with a smile.

　　And it was from this moment that CC finally saw a little bit of [Father and Son] from Artoria and Mordred.

　　[Ding, congratulations on triggering the quest: Artoria's Wish. 】

　　[Task requirements: Please solve the food crisis in the British Isles within one year. 】

　　[Task reward: Filial Piety*50000; a golden treasure chest. 】

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Chapter 70

　　noon.

　　The sun is shining.

　　With the increasingly hot air, Mordred returned to the castle with Artoria.

　　"Dang--"

　　Mordred then threw it and directly inserted Frostmourne into the ceiling of the castle.

　　There is a small hole specially made for it, and there are more than ten buckles arranged in a staggered manner to ensure that the sword inserted upside down will not fall off.

　　"Om..."

　　The sword god of the magic sword trembled slightly, and a cold breath blew gently down from the sky, bringing a touch of coolness to this originally sultry castle.

　　"You will enjoy it."

　　Arturia rolled her eyes at Mordred and said with some dissatisfaction.

　　In her eyes, these are all bad habits - the kind that must be corrected in the future.

　　But Mordred didn't care.

　　"It's just making the most of it."

　　In Mordred's eyes, the so-called king is not much different from the capitalists of later generations.

　　In essence, they all want to squeeze the use value of their subordinates, so that the fiscal revenue is greater than the fiscal expenditure, so as to maintain the stable operation of the kingdom.

　　In contrast, Mordred felt that he was still benevolent.

　　At least, he didn't turn this Frostmourne point into a sword girl, and let her enjoy the "blessing" [-] hours a day.

　　"Father, you drink first, and the meal will come later."

　　As Arturia's most filial eldest son, Mordred certainly knew what Arturia wanted most.

　　A big jar of wine, a big pot of stew, and a basket full of hash browns made of potatoes and barley flour.

　　The dishes are very simple and the advantage is that the quantity is large.

　　"Cough cough."

　　Looking at the table full of food, Arturia's old face turned red very rarely.

　　It seems that she also understands the truth of "eating people with short mouths and taking short hands".

　　However, just when Artoria was thinking about whether it was time to let go of the restraint of a king and feast her eyes on it—

　　"Bang!"

　　"Bang!"

　　The sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground sounded from behind Artoria.

　　"what?"

　　Arturia turned her head subconsciously and assumed a guarded posture.

　　However, when she saw the two Knights of the Round Table lying on the ground, she realized that it was not Mordred who wanted to harm her while she was eating.

　　"Gao Wenqing, Gareth Secretary?"

　　"How did you two become like this?"

　　Arturia asked suspiciously.