In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Guess~ how, do you still like it?" Of course Rosen wouldn't tell the truth.

"Like it!" The bear boy opened the door, but hesitated again when he sat on it, "We do this, it feels like theft."

"Heh, I have shed blood for Britain, made contributions for King Arthur, and borrowed a local tyrant's sports car. Why don't you try it, the fuel is full." Rosen encouraged a knight to fall with a smile.

Mordred thought about it for a while, but he thought so, and quickly got on the sports car and started the engine.

boom--

The large-displacement engine made a bloodthirsty roar, and one side of the car window was rolled down. Mordred did not know where to find a pair of sunglasses to put on, and said to Rosen very coolly:

"Come up~ I'll tell you what speed is today."

"Then I'll wait and see." Rosen just sat down, and with a 'squeak' sound, the sports car with the accelerator stepped all the way has been shot out.

The speed is extremely fast, reaching more than [-] kilometers per hour in an instant. The woods on both sides swept past quickly, and Mordred, whose driving skills were amazing, was able to stabilize at this speed.

The roads in the suburbs are in disrepair for a long time, and many stones are scattered on the road.

As the entrance and exit of London, there is a lot of traffic on the highway, most of which are king-level trucks. The red sports car passes through the traffic like a red shooting star.

For a heroic spirit who can break the speed of sound in the flesh, the speed of a sports car is nothing. Rosen didn't even fasten his seat belt, but said lightly:

"Hey, don't overplay it, it's not good to bump into someone."

"It's alright, I can still control this wild horse!" Mordred was full of excitement, with an unexplained cry like 'Yi Ha', the sports car flicked its tail, almost a few centimeters away from a concrete mixer truck It passed by the side of the car, but it scared the strong man who drove the car into a cold sweat.

Rosen glanced at the bear child with a peaceful look, and simply didn't bother to care, as long as she was happy.

This extreme speed sprint lasted for several hours, and finally provoked a large number of police dispatches. There were more than a dozen police cars behind him. Mordred immediately entered the gangster mode, and did not get rid of the police car until sunset.

The two who had left the city for dozens of kilometers left their sports car in a wood, then sneaked back to London at a faster speed, and when they returned to the hotel, night had come.

"It's really interesting~~~~" Mordred stretched, his face full of excitement.

"The real version of Need for Speed ​​is not bad." Rosen smiled lightly. They were extremely fulfilled today, and they almost copied the game to reality.

Fortunately, the body of the heroic spirit is extremely strong, and the two of them have not felt tired until now.

"Ha, if only I played like this every day."

"Okay, before going to the next country." Rosen walked behind, looking relaxed and casual.

"It's not right! Why do you feel so generous today!"

"It's a reward for the previous battle, oh, and the price of listening to my nagging."

Hearing Rosen say this, the previous words flashed through Mordred's heart, her face gloomy for a moment, but then she regained her carefree look: "Forget it, exploiting such a poor guy will make my conscience uneasy. "

"If your conscience is uneasy, think more about how I feel before committing suicide."

The random disappeared long ago, and all Mordred could see was Rosen in a serious state, an unprecedented serious state.

After a few seconds of silence, the bear boy nodded his head silently: "Received, Master."

Rosen finally smiled, waved his hand and told the bear boy to go back to wash first, while he turned around and walked outside the hotel. In his words, he was going for a walk to digest food, even though he hadn't eaten anything all day.

The hazy moonlight shone on his body, as if a white gauze had been put on the man walking under the moon. The two light bulbs in the sea of ​​consciousness had been disconnected for a day, and Rosen felt an unprecedented tranquility.

He was not the uncle who didn't hear the rebellious knight's inner monologue until the last moment, but he had already understood the deepest thoughts of the bear child, who really hated the 'father' or the 'king'!

There may be a trace of resentment in Mordred's heart, but it is the soul of the father who occupies the main body~~~~~

Just a few months with the uncle can make her wake up, then Rosen, who has ten times as long, will definitely do better, after all, the relationship between the two has long been detached from master-slave or companion.

The moonlight was scattered, and the man walking alone clenched his fists quietly.

'It's really a bloody family ethics drama. I hope the guys from MI[-] can report it truthfully, otherwise, as a Master, I have to teach King Arthur how to be a father...'

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Chapter 79 is finally here

As time passed, there was still no news from the British government. The expedition army was gradually returning to London, while King Arthur was busy receiving envoys from various countries.

Rosen would accompany Mordred in the car racing every day, and even used the authority of the Ministry of Military Affairs to build a small jet. The speed in the sky made the bear children more interested, but the ultra-low altitude flight filled the Ministry of Military Affairs with complaints. Mail.

I don't know who said hello, the military has never come to ask Rosen to trouble him, and he simply was shameless and wasted precious fuel with the bear child.

Everything seemed to be extremely calm, and Mordred didn't show any abnormality, but Rosen knew that the boy was tough and must not give up.

He no longer talks about King Arthur, and enjoys a peaceful daily life. At most, he reads the news and observes the king's movements.

It was another evening, and Rosen was waiting in front of the TV on time. After enduring the host's bragging, he finally got to the point.

"From this station, His Majesty King Arthur met with the visiting French Minister of Arts, His Excellency Astolfo at Buckingham Palace last night. His Majesty emphasized that the two countries, as neighbors separated by a strip of water, have deep roots in history. Every French understands it."

Rosen smiled, this knight king has also learned badly, a sarcastic sarcastic person.In the previous crisis, France, a friendly country, not only did not help, but even stumbled in secret. The navy assembled without reinforcements. Anyone with discernment knew that they were going to pick up cheap ones.

'Well...if I hadn't been here, it would have been the turn of 'Free Britain'. '

The young people who sit and watch the changing situation feel at ease. The drama of the two countries falling in love and killing each other is much better than the TV series.

Perhaps the French monarchs also saw through this, and sent an 'art minister' to ease the embarrassment. This Astolfo was thicker than the dragon, and King Arthur couldn't do anything about him.

Cuteness, or cuteness, is the strongest means of heroic spirits before the battle. A "girl" is so cute, and the image-conscious King Arthur is still sarcastic. The two sides signed a bunch of trade agreements to completely turn the matter over.

Rosen gradually understood the role of Astolfo's coming to Britain, and according to his understanding of this big cute girl, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.