In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

The "cold" Mordred stood quietly, and many knights of the round table frowned, it was rude!Does this guy still have rebellion in his heart?

Artoria, who was sitting in the same position, frowned slightly, and said again in a calm voice:

"Mordred, sit down."

It seems to be persuading, but this is already the best effort of a king. The bear child heard his name this time, and his mind was even more confused.

'Looks like you're really calling me?To sit or not to sit?It's a shame to sit down!It was so hard to put on an indifferent attitude in front of this bastard, Rosen!So... don't sit?Then why am I here! ?That guy managed to face Uncle Ben with great difficulty! '

The soul of the father's control hidden in the depths of the heart is burning, looking at the familiar face and the figure reflected in the holy blue eyes, isn't all this what he is after?

It has been many years since I saw that guy's eyes so focused, majestic and calm, with only himself in his eyes.

Mordred's knees were a little weak, and if it wasn't for his dignity, the flames controlled by his father would have burned him completely.

When she was tangled, her shoulders suddenly gained a little weight. She turned her head and found that it was Rosen who cast an encouraging look.

'Yeah, I still have this bastard...'

Another similar feeling diluted the confusion, and his feet finally stepped out. Under the gazes of all eyes, Mordred sat up on the high-back chair with his chest up.

The familiar touch came, and the little face under the helmet showed a smile, as if this heart had also fallen into place.

Rosen at the door smiled at the same time, bent over and saluted: "His Majesty King Arthur, please retire."

"Please go to the hall to rest." The king made a gesture of invitation, looked around at the crowd, and said, "All the ministers also retreat together."

"Your Majesty! We..." Lancelot and others did not retreat. This rebellious knight was a dangerous figure, how could he get along with my king alone.

"I said - step back!" Artoria has turned into a scolding.

"Yes!"

The angry king could not be confronted, and everyone had no choice but to bow down and retire.

The heavy oak door was closed by the last Bedivere, leaving only two people at the large round table, the chief and the bottom just opposite.

After just staring at each other for a few seconds, a trace of complexity flashed across Arturia's face, and she said very frankly: "Thank you for the previous thing."

This thank you came from the heart. As Rosen said, without Mordred arriving in time, most of him would have fallen, and there would be no bright future for Britain.

'This guy is actually thanking me?Could it be that too much pressure caused the mutation! ? '

However, the thanks of the king made Mordred be in a turmoil.

......

' Sure enough, Mordred still harbored resentment. '

The king sighed secretly and said softly, "Take off the helmet. I haven't seen you for many years since the Hill of Gladiolus."

A sentence is more impactful than a sentence, and the child's brain is completely shut down, just like a conditioned reflex, he removes the helmet that hides his infidelity.

After a while, an identical face appeared in front of King Arthur. Where are the father and son, they are clearly twin sisters.

'Morgan's trick is really painstaking, but Morgan has been completely solved, this trick doesn't matter. '

Thinking of this, the girl's eyes gradually calmed down.

No matter whether it is disgust or hatred, the past thousand years ago has already drifted away with the wind. King Arthur stabbed her, Mordred slashed King Arthur, and the two sides evened out, no one owed the other, even the focus of the argument— —

The throne has also become insignificant because of Rosen.

The relationship between the two has never been so simple, and it is because of the simplicity that each other's eyes are even more precious.

It took a few minutes for the two of them to look away at the same time. It seems that they have such a straightforward personality that they don't need to talk nonsense at all.

Mordred opened his mouth, as if two words came out of his throat:

"Father...Father."

She stared at the face opposite her extremely nervously, like a child who had been away from home for a long time, and she was extremely satisfied with the result.

There was no disgust, no anger, and the blond king just nodded lightly as he swayed.

A heartfelt smile appeared on Mordred's face, and she turned her head to look at the door, as if she saw an indifferent man.

"Thank you, Master."

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"They should get along well, at least they didn't fight."

Outside the door, Rosen listened carefully to the movement in the room, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

He glanced at Lancelot, who was like a great enemy, and sneered a little.

This guy put a big green hat on King Arthur, slashed and killed several colleagues, and now he is on guard against the rebellion of the bear child. It is really funny.

Rosen lit a cigarette and looked back at the entire hall. It was relatively empty. Apart from the lion on the ceiling, a giant map hanging on the wall was even more eye-catching.

The world map is several meters in size, and the current situation of the earth is marked in red, yellow and green on it.

Green is the gathering place for human beings, red is where the monsters occupy, and yellow is the place where the two sides are still fighting, but among the three colors, red and yellow occupy more than two-thirds, which is enough to show that the world is still far from peace. A long way to go.

However, human beings have finally made a big step forward. The red color of Scotland is about to be changed to light yellow. When the remaining monsters are cleared, they will return to green and become the latest lost land to be recovered.

Rosen watched quietly, as if to find the destination of the next journey, and at this time, Bedivere walked over quietly with the black knight...