In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Tell me, what's the matter with calling me out?"

"What's the matter? Can't you just come out and relax?" Rosen tilted his head and drank his coffee slowly.

"Haha, don't make me laugh, just tell me what's the matter, who do you want to kill this time?" The bear boy sneered, this Master is always scheming, it's strange to have such a leisurely heart.

"Okay, there is one thing, but before that, I'm going to fulfill my promise." Rosen took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one over, "The last time I agreed, let me settle after Morgan is dealt with. You try it."

Mordred was stunned for a moment, but she forgot about it, and she happened to be curious, so she picked up the cigarette and put it in her mouth and let Rosen light it for herself.

"Cough cough cough..." After taking a sip, the bear boy coughed and stomped the cigarette out with one foot, "What a broken thing, so unpalatable!"

"Is it different from what I expected?" Rosen smoked a cigarette indifferently, as if he meant something: "Whether it's a cigarette, a throne, or something else, ideals are often full, but reality is always cruel."

"Are you talking about the big truth?" Mordred frowned, she was inexplicably anxious during this time, as if her efforts were not recognized.

"No, this is the truth, Mordred, you look forward to King Arthur and always want to get close to her."

"Who is looking forward to that guy!" The bear boy slammed the table and almost broke the oak table.

"Don't hide it, I know you want to prove yourself, and I can tell you now that the goal has been achieved." Rosen pointed to the window, the busy scene of trying to rebuild, "Without you, London is now destroyed, not to mention When the dawn of peace comes, becoming a king is not about drawing the sword of choice, but about what you have done."

Without this rebellious knight, King Arthur has been killed by Morgan, and the remaining knights of the round table are headless, and it is the best result to hide in Wales.

Of course Mordred knew this, but because of this, she became extremely angry: "That guy didn't even have a word of thanks! It's like a thousand years ago, ignoring my existence!"

"So destroying her is the same as helping her?" Rosen shook his head and said solemnly: "I won't defend King Arthur, but I also want to tell you that this is the way of the King of Knights to survive."

"Feelings, friends and even her own life, she can give up her ideals! Just like a lonely king, she lives in her own world."

"But it's not fair!" Mordred's voice became louder, and he didn't know who it was unfair to.

Rosen took a deep breath and used coercion to shock the guests who were looking at him so they didn't dare to move. Then he said, "Everyone has their own way of living, either accept it or escape."

"I don't choose either!" Mordred's face was full of murderousness, and her patience for so long drove her crazy, "There is a third option, challenge her!"

The murderous words, like a broken vessel, got into the ears of the waiter who came to deliver the meal, and almost made the girl cry.

When the girl with the face of King Arthur glanced over, needles could be heard in the entire cafe...

PS: When I was writing Chapter 2 today, I fell asleep because I was so tired...I think I stayed up late in those days, and now is the time to pay off my debts.

Ladies and gentlemen, hurry up to sleep, staying up late really hurts my health. If I hadn’t been dizzy and my eyes hurt every day, my ability to write novels would have improved to a new level. However, I couldn’t do my best, and I could only sigh.

Chapter 78 Want me to teach you how to be a father?

Rebellious, simply rebellious!If Mordred had the same face, the British people would have called the police long ago. The coercion of the Heroic Spirit made everyone unable to stand up. The waiter was full of tears and said intermittently:

"Guest...guest, your meals are all finished."

"Thank you, please bring it up." Rosen smiled and took out a hundred pounds and stuffed it into the waiter's pocket. "This guy was rehearsing the script just now. You know, this is our special actor."

"I won't talk nonsense." The waiter filled the table with a sad face, bowed and ran away.

Rosen looked at her back with a meaningful sneer, then turned his head, Mordred had already started to eat.

As if to fill up the anger with food, the knife and fork flashed cold light, and the pieces of steak quickly disappeared from the mouth.

"What did you say just now? Yes, you are going to challenge King Arthur."

"I didn't say it, you must have heard it wrong." Mordred said vaguely, looking up while chewing the steak and asked, "Hurry up and eat, don't affect my appetite."

Unexpectedly, Rosen pushed all the food in front of him and sneered, "I'll give you all to eat."

"Huh? It's so generous today!"

"For those who want to die, it is natural to be generous with the meal." Rosen meant.

However, the bear boy's knife and fork paused for a while, and then began to bury his head in eating again, as if he hadn't heard Rosen's words at all.

Under his silent gaze, Mordred swallowed all the food on the table, as if he not only inherited the talent of the king, but also his appetite.

Waiting for the terrified waiter to take away the empty plate, the bear boy burped and felt his chubby belly:

"I've had enough to eat. I never thought that I would have a full day in your hands."

A child is a child, turning his face is faster than turning over a book, and he still looked bitter and hated just now.

"What are you talking about, it sounds like he's abusing you." Rosen rolled his eyes, stood up and put on his jacket. "It's almost time, let's go out for a walk."

"Okay, let's play with you again." Mordred was startled, surprisingly obedient today.

After the bill was settled, the two left the coffee shop without mentioning King Arthur along the way, as if they had really entered a state of play. They didn't go to any commercial street, but went straight to the suburbs.

After walking like this for a few hours, the doubtful bear boy finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"What's there to play here? Why don't you go to the electrical street to buy some new games."

Mordred, who has stayed in the world for two months, is simply lawless. The game on the market is almost exhausted by this liver emperor. It is all because of the special physique of the heroic spirit that he does not become bald.

"Don't worry, I've prepared a gift for you, an excellent gift." Rosen sold his hands, and came to an abandoned villa.

This villa has its own swimming pool and looks extremely luxurious, but the door was slammed open with a punch, and two robbers swaggered in.

When he came to the underground garage, Rosen lifted the white cloth, revealing a red luxury sports car.

"No, that's what it is."

"A sports car!?" Mordred's eyes lit up, he walked over and stroked the smooth paint, and raised his head suspiciously: "How do you know I like this kind of thing?"