In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Disgusted?Rosen shook his head, perhaps the world thought that this bear child was a rebellious and rebellious, full of hatred for his father and ambition to replace him.

But he knew Mordred's heart. On the mound of swords, the last words of Mordred, who was shot in the chest and on the verge of death, were: "Father..."

'Nothing more than a bear child who longed for King Arthur's approval. ' Rosen sighed. In the past few years, he has been trained in other aspects. He has been taught almost the same, except for the most entangled feelings that even he can't do anything about.

This is a matter between their father and son. Arturia Pantragon is also a firm person, far from being able to reverse it with just a few words. Rosen can only do what he can do.

"Blocking the spiritual connection is very simple, but I ask again, do you really hate and hate this King Arthur?"

"I..." Mordred opened his mouth, was at a loss for words, and roared fiercely: "Don't think you know me well!"

"You know what? My birth, my efforts, my anger, and..."

"I'm sorry, I know, and know you better than yourself." Rosen interrupted her, expressionless, but his voice was right.

"I know what you're thinking deep down in your heart and what you want to do, but I usually just don't bother to say it. Mordred, I have to send you a word. If you want to impress King Arthur, then prove your worth. , and other entanglements, escapes, and anger are just a waste of time.”

He lit a cigarette in this luxurious restaurant, his face was flat as if he could see through everything, and he said beyond doubt: "Whether you want to continue the rebellion of a thousand years ago, or want King Arthur to affirm, please remember, I will always support you. "

Silence, a one-minute silence, Mordred's EQ is not high, but his IQ is normal. He has read a lot of things from Rosen's face. Those ordinary black eyes seem to be weathered, and everything in the world is placed In the eyes, calm and indifferent.

She suddenly burst into a smile: "Master, how old are you?"

"About twenty-seven-eight, why are you asking this?"

"Hahaha, I thought you were hundreds of years old! Don't be so handsome all the time!"

"Really? Maybe I'm used to it." Rosen smiled, returned to his normal state, and reminded casually: "Go play the game, and I'll get you some new anime next time."

"I thought you were going to ban these things." Mordred was a little surprised.

"One piece at a time, the way of civil and martial arts. Just don't play with things. In fact, you are very strong in games. When the world returns to normal, it is estimated that you can win a world championship or something."

Inadvertently, Rosen said something like a father again. Mordred got the approval and hurriedly turned on the game console again, but when he sat down, he said inaudibly:

"Thank you, Master."

.......

Rosen didn't answer, just smiled knowingly. When he raised his head again, King Arthur and Bedivere in casual clothes walked in.

Both of them wore the overall plain color without any embellishment of the white dress. They looked fresh and elegant, simple and simple, and did not have the extravagance and extravagance of their status.

Although Rosen has seen the same face and body for several years, the temperament of this King Arthur is different from that of a bear child. It is elegant, indifferent and a little proud of the king, which makes people shine.

"I made you wait for a long time, I just dealt with a little thing." King Arthur apologized very seriously, at the same time his nose twitched and his brows wrinkled slightly.

"Ah, sorry, I saw an ashtray on the table so I smoked."

"It doesn't matter, there is no smoking here, well, it's almost time to serve the food." King Arthur didn't take it to heart, clapped his hands, and a dozen attendants who had been waiting outside the door came in like an assembly line.

In just a moment, the whole table was covered with food. At a glance, Lawson saw Japanese, Chinese, French and many other dishes that he did not know. Not even a squadron can finish it.

It is full of extravagant style of capitalism!Lawson, who often nibbles on compressed biscuits, scolded fiercely, but on second thought, it didn't seem like a big deal.

After all, the king of knights has no bad habits, and he does not build palaces or collect treasures. Besides, the king works day and night for state affairs, and it is no big deal to eat extravagantly!As for extravagance and waste, can eating it all be considered waste?

The fragrant rice came to his nostrils, which made him swallow his saliva and look at the king.

"Go on, don't be too restrained." King Arthur smiled, but he felt eager to try, as if he was more anxious than Rosen.

Under Bedivere's gaze, the two gluttonous animals started immediately. The body of the heroic spirit gave them unparalleled physical fitness. They saw the knife and fork flying horizontally, so fast that only a silver afterimage could be seen, and the food on the table was visible to the naked eye. speed disappears.

A steak the size of a face could be swallowed by Rosen with his mouth open, chewing at a speed comparable to a meat grinder, and King Arthur was not far behind, shaking his chopsticks a few times, the whole bowl of Yangzhou fried rice went into his stomach.

As for maintaining an elegant posture?As the king said, the dining room is like a battlefield, so how can you care about it.

The silver-haired knight drank the black tea slowly, and occasionally ate a few cakes, depending on the amount of food he ate, he was not in the same dimension as the other two at all.

When it was true that they met their confidants and rivals, the sweaty attendants kept serving dishes, while the two who were engrossed in eating and eating performed super-levels.

"Hiccup, His Majesty King Arthur is really powerful, I admire him." After some time, Rosen hiccupped and finally ended the 'fight'.

"Lord Rosen is also very strong. I haven't seen such a person who can eat for a long time." A triumphant smile appeared on King Arthur's face, and he also stopped his knife and fork.

The glory of the king cannot be desecrated, even at the dinner table!

'Sure enough, he is competitive and won't admit defeat...' Rosen had an intuitive understanding of the king's character. He touched his chubby belly, which was a little painful.

Can't be bothered, really can't be bothered.

Perhaps the same foodie attribute made King Arthur a little happy. After the attendant cleared the table, she did not let Rosen leave, but instead asked the attendant to serve tea.

King Arthur sat up straight, picked up the teacup and said lightly:

"Then Lord Rosen, let's talk."

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Chapter 23 No, no, I don't!

The topic is here!

Rosen's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. He wouldn't naively think that a king would invite him to dinner for no reason, especially King Arthur, a very serious head of state. Every step has a deep meaning.

Or interests, or other things, it's not easy anyway.

The expression on his face remained unchanged, and he asked with a smile, "Then what is your majesty going to talk about?"