Artoria wants to read people's hearts

"Artificial human..., Sister Wang actually touched such a forbidden technique."

"Father?"

Mordred pursed his lips anxiously and wanted to step forward, but was interrupted by Wang's blocking gesture.

"Sorry, Mordred, please be quiet for a moment, let me think about it."

So the blond knight had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and stood still on the spot aggrieved.

Although it was a little subtle to make such an aggrieved expression on this face that was exactly the same as her own, she still nodded silently in her heart.

'Well..., very well behaved. '

After silently counting to 180 in her heart, Artoria raised her head and stared fixedly at Mordred's face, "I understand, although it's Miss Wang's trick, I admit that you are my child .”

She stood up again, and walked to Mordred, who was brightened by her acknowledgment.

"I want you to do me a favor."

Arturia said with a complicated expression: "Can you let me meet your mother, my sister Morgan?"

My sister is too good at hiding, and now Arturia has no choice but to ask Mordred if there is any channel for her to meet.

"Of course! I'll tell my mother right away!!"

Wow~~(⊙_⊙), I can really contact her.

Arturia blinked, and patted her daughter's shoulder happily.

"That's up to you, Mordred."

This is the trust that his father had placed in him, Mordred laughed like a fool and patted his chest, "Well, leave it to me!"

"Ah, one last question."

"Father, you can ask me any questions."

The silver knight straightened up, desperately trying to prove his reliability to his father.

Artoria coughed softly, "My child, I'm just curious."

"Excuse me, I will definitely tell you everything!"

The noble and great king raised his hand and patted the girl's shoulder lightly, and asked with some doubts on his face: "Mordred, since you are an artificial human, how old are you this year?"

Chapter 35 The meeting of the sisters

It didn't take long, only three days, and Mordred brought her a reply from Morgan agreeing to meet.

This is really fast. In fact, she had no hope of meeting Morgan at the beginning, and she was already prepared in her heart to be rejected.

But who would have thought that they actually agreed.

Although Arturia was looking forward to the meeting between the two, she still felt a little baffled.

You obviously didn't show up no matter how hard you were looking for before, why did you just nod your head and agree this time only after letting Mordred pass the message?

It's as if you've been looking for something to find something, and finally found it in your pocket after looking for it for a long time. This feeling is really too subtle.

But no matter what, the opportunity is rare after all, so the appointment should still be attended.

So the next day, following the guidance of Morgan's message, Artoria secretly came to a wooden house on the outskirts of Camelot alone.

It was a very simple-looking wooden house. It was located in the depths of the suburban forest. The wooden house had become vicissitudes due to the baptism of years. Even the growth rings on the trees were clearly visible. It seems to have a different flavor.

Artoria looked up at a big tree next to the wooden house, and roughly estimated in her heart that this tree had a history of hundreds of years.

Many little birds are chirping on the trees at this time, and the house is surrounded by overgrown weeds, but they are well arranged......

However, this natural and quiet scene always made her feel a little inconsistent.

Arturia frowned and looked around calmly, but she couldn't find the source of the inexplicable concern in her heart.

At this moment, the door of the wooden house opened with a 'squeak', which attracted her attention.

"Aren't you going to come in?" The wooden door was wide open, and a lazy and sexy voice sounded from the room.

Of course I have to go in, it’s already here, how could I not go in.

Artoria raised her head and took a deep breath, and walked into the room step by step with some expectation and anxiety.

The wooden house is not big, so she can see all the scenery inside clearly at a glance.

There was a small dining table in the middle of the room, and at the back of the dining table, a woman who was also blonde, but a little lighter than her hair color was sitting there.

It was a tall and sexy adult woman, wearing a black and blue crown, and her blue pupils were breathtaking. She looked elegant, noble and mysterious.

"...Morgan?"

"Yes, it's me."

There was a careless smile on the other side, and those eyes of the same color as hers were looking her up and down at this moment, "My dear sister, long time no see, you still look very energetic.

"'Still? Long time no see??' Arturia frowned, doubts arose in her heart.

"Morgan, my sister." She took two steps forward, walked to the chair opposite Morgan and sat down, "As far as I know, we have never met before, why haven't we talked for a long time?"

Morgan squinted at her with malice in his eyes, "Of course we met, otherwise..."

She chuckled, "Where do you think Mordred came from?"

Arturia blinked, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, "What do you mean? Don't you get genes from my hair or blood?"

"of course not."

"Let me remind you, my lovely sister." The princess of Britain, the famous witch Morgan raised a smile.

She waved her hand, then leaned forward and said in a very bad tone: "Six years ago, do you still remember the time when you obviously slept in the house, but when you woke up, you found yourself in the depths of the forest?" something?"

"!!!"

Of course I remember, and not only did she remember, but she also had a particularly deep memory. After that day, she once wondered if she had sleepwalking, and worried about it for a long time.

"So you did it?"

"Yeah, I did it."

"Why did you let me run into the forest alone at night???"

"Of course it's because of your genes. You loved her so much that night."

Arturia: "........Don't talk nonsense!!"

Hearing her low growl from embarrassment, Morgan just stood up from the chair lightly, and walked slowly in front of Artoria, "It's so heartless, you know, the second day I was tossed by you, my waist was sore and my legs hurt. So much so that I didn’t get out of bed all day.”

"Morgan!" Arturia stood up and whispered the witch's name. She frowned and looked at the wicked woman in front of her angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, don't you have no memory at all?!"

Morgan sneered, and she stretched out a finger and poked Artoria's shoulder fiercely, "It was that night that I got your gene and created Mordred."

Are you so arrogant?

"........."

Artoria pursed her lips, looking at the woman in front of her with a half smile and cold eyes.

Her attitude was so firm, and since it was all about this, Artoria couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

'No way, no way, am I really a German orthopedist? '

She lowered her eyes and began to brainstorm frantically.

She still has a deep memory of that day six years ago. She remembers that she went to bed very early that day. Although she woke up inexplicably in the forest, she unexpectedly had a sweet dream...

hold fuck!

That sweet dream! !

Arturia's heart skipped a beat as she remembered.

It was an unspeakable erotic dream. In the dream, she became a man again, and she had sex with a blonde beauty in the dream.

blond! ?

Beauty! ! ?

Arturia gasped, she raised her head abruptly, and looked at Morgan's face in astonishment.The memory became clearer and clearer, and the face of the blond beauty in the dream matched the face of Morgan in front of him.

What did I do? ? ! !

Her entire body froze in place, her pupils trembling violently.

Artoria's shocked appearance pleased Morgan, and she twitched the corners of her mouth, "It seems that you remembered."

"...I did think of something."

She said dryly, "But that should just be a dream I had."

Artoria is still making her final struggle.

"Dream?"

"Do you call it a dream?" The wicked witch chuckled, "That's right, I used magic to turn you into a man and gave you a love potion. It's normal."

"!!!"

What did you say so lightly?

So you did this kind of thing to me? ? ! !

Chapter 36 Sister, don’t be so hostile

"I used magic to turn you into a man, and I gave you a love potion."

With an understatement, Morgan said something that shocked Artoria's pupils.

"At that time, you were in a daze, and you couldn't even speak clearly." Morgan said, and then he spread his hands helplessly, "So that's why you took it as a dream."

"........"

Arturia staggered back two steps, feeling as if she had been slapped in the head, and she was completely confused.

"Morgan, you are my sister." She lowered her head, eyes full of pain and doubt, "Why did you do such a thing to me?"

Arturia's perplexed question caused Morgan to narrow her eyes. She suppressed her smile, and looked straight at her sister with cold eyes.

"Why?" She sneered, "Isn't it obvious."

She raised her head, her blue eyes were full of madness and hatred, "Mordred also has the blood of the red dragon, she will kill you, and then destroy Britain that you have exhausted to protect."

"I'm going to destroy you, my sister." Under Artoria's shocked eyes, she murmured in a low voice: "I'm going to leave you with nothing."

While the hatred in Morgan's tone made Artoria startled, she also felt extraordinarily confused.

"Why do you hate me so much?" She lowered her voice.

Morgan was a character she liked in her previous life. Ever since she knew that she was King Arthur in this life, she never gave up looking for her.

As a time traveler, of course she knew that Morgan hated King Arthur, but unfortunately, she never had an in-depth understanding of the witch's life in her previous life.

Therefore, the current Arturia only knows that this witch seems to be hated because of family factors, but it is not clear about the more specific points.

"Did I do anything bad to you?" she asked.

No matter what, this matter must be asked clearly, she does not want her sister, the princess who should have been honored, to bear such deep hatred.

Arturia looked directly into Morgan's eyes, with firmness appearing in her eyes.

My sister should not distort her heart in hatred, she should be the pride of Britain and the brightest light that illuminates others.

Arturia's inquiry completely ignited the anger in the witch's heart, Morgan changed his previous casual tone and yelled at her angrily.

"Of course I hate you!"

"Obviously I am the most orthodox princess in Britain who inherits the blood of my father and mother, and you are just a product of a pile of magic!"

Morgan took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Artoria's collar, "I was born with a powerful magic power that surpasses ordinary people, but no matter how good I am, the only one in my father's eyes is you."

"I'm not reconciled!" Her blue eyes were full of hatred for Artoria, "I just want my father to recognize me and see me, so I'm doing my best to do my best. "

"However, he thought that I was trying so hard to fight for your throne, so he ordered me to be exiled."