This is My Heroic Path

"As for the name, I don't want to tell you."

"why?"

Mordred looked at An Zhiyu for a few times, then scratched his head in annoyance, "In short, I just don't want to, there is no reason."

Maybe it was the question just now that made Mordred feel a little irritated, or maybe she was shy. She shook her hair and poured another glass of wine, "Come on, have another glass."

After finishing speaking, she was the first to drink the wine in the glass.

An Zhiyu took another sip of his wine, thinking about who the mother Mordred was talking about.

Probably Sister Morgan, or Lily?

At this time, Joan looked at An Zhiyu and then at Mordred. She opened her mouth several times to speak, but when the words came to her mouth, she finally swallowed them abruptly.

Joan of Arc remembered what Jill had said before.

At that time in France, the servant Jill summoned was a mature woman named King Arthur, and that woman obviously had a close relationship with An Zhiyu, so it can be concluded that he is very likely to have a close relationship with King Arthur.

And this girl claims that King Arthur is her mother... Could it be that An Zhiyu is Mordred's father?

Mordred took another sip from his wine glass, looked around at the messy food, and muttered to himself, "If my mother was here, I would definitely have a big meal."

An Zhiyu was stunned, and already knew who the mother Mordred was talking about was in his heart.

Mordred was right, these foods were indeed super delicious. If Lily was here, there might be a scene where everyone else was drunk and collapsed, and she was still eating food in silence.

If Lily saw this scene, she would probably complain about him eating alone.

When An Zhiyu just thought of this, he suddenly felt a chill coming from his back.

He couldn't help raising his head to the outside.

Could it be... That guy Merlin had another live broadcast, right?

It shouldn’t be so, Merlin has already said that he will definitely not do this again, how could he not keep his promise——

Having said that, can you believe what Merlin said? !

Could it be that a group of people are watching the live broadcast again?

When thinking of this possibility, An Zhiyu felt a burst of cold sweat running down his back.

Leaving aside the intimate act of Joan of Arc just now, Mordred alone is quite a headache.

"What's wrong with you?" Joan of Arc poured An Zhiyu a glass of wine, and then looked at An Zhiyu with deep eyes.

No matter how stupid this girl from the countryside is, it is impossible for her not to know what An Zhiyu is in a daze about.

Undoubtedly, the reason why he was in a daze was because of the Knight of the Round Table, Mordred, who came suddenly.

"I'm fine..." An Zhiyu came back to his senses, and Mordred next to him picked up his wine glass and touched him again.

Then, she looked at the wine glass in An Zhiyu's hand, and frowned: "Could it be that you can't even drink a glass of wine? It was this glass of wine just now, and now this glass hasn't moved at all."

"I can drink it, I'm just thinking about something." An Zhiyu drank the wine in one gulp, and then looked at Mordred who was content to pour the wine for An Zhiyu again, hesitating a little.

"Mordred, I have something to tell you."

In the end, he spoke with determination.

"What's the matter? Just say it." Mordred took a sip of his wine nonchalantly.

"I might be your father."

"puff!"

Mordred almost choked on her throat with a sip of wine, she coughed vigorously, and Joan of Arc patted her back for help, making it hard for her to breathe.

"You guys dare to make such a joke, even if we are all summoned by the same person, don't blame me for doing it!" Mordred looked really angry, and stared at the black man in front of him. The man in the robe looked like an angry lion.

"I'm serious." An Zhiyu said.

"You bastard, how dare you say such words—" Mordred finally became furious, she stretched out her hand and was about to grab An Zhiyu's robe——

boom!

At this moment, there was a sudden loud crash outside the house.

An Zhiyu suddenly raised his head and looked, it was the voice from the tower where Gilgamesh lived.

"Go and have a look!" An Zhiyu immediately stood up and left the room, followed by Joan of Arc.

Mordred glanced at the two, let out a "tss", scratched his hair irritably, and followed closely.

Chapter 290 Is Really the King Father (Third Watch)

boom!

With a loud bang, a huge hole appeared above the throne room.

A slender woman descended from the sky. She brushed her beautiful black hair from her shoulders, sat on the flying boat and looked down at Gilgamesh, with a strong mockery in her eyes, and said, "It looks better than that." You were still weak last time, Gilgamesh. Although you said a lot of disrespectful things to the goddess just now, if you can sincerely apologize and offer the treasure, maybe the goddess can forgive you for what you have done?"

"It's Lord Ishtar, everyone retreat, retreat quickly!" Uruk's soldiers uttered a cry similar to fear, and then the soldiers guarding the entrance of the throne room retreated one after another.

It was a goddess, and a beautiful goddess at that, there was no doubt about it.

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