Artoria wants to read people's hearts

Originally, the purpose of Arturia picking up the sword was to protect everything she cared about most.

If she can even slash and kill the people she cares about now, then the combined time of her two lifetimes has really been spent on dogs.

Anyway!

Arturia found a reason for herself, "I am the king, and I am the biggest in Britain."

But that being said, she can't be too conspicuous after all.

Although this sounds aggrieved, the king is indeed not free.

So to sum up, if you want to save Mordred's life, you must make certain compromises.

And the best way she could think of in a short period of time is to steal the beam and change the position and hide the old warehouse.

"So, look..."

She opened her eyes wide open without haze, and smiled brightly and briskly, "Sister, can you make a puppet or something, and then I'll just chop it up in public."

"How could it be so simple."

Morgan helped his forehead helplessly, "You just said in public, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Arturia nodded seriously.

"Beheading in public, this is the best ending to this matter."

"This is where the problem lies."

Morgan shook his head, and said helplessly, "I can't make a puppet that won't show its feet in front of the public within three days."

Chapter 82 Morgan said: Molesting my sister, she is a professional

This is indeed a little troublesome......

Arturia couldn't help pursing her lips, and loosened her sleeves a little annoyed.

"Really not?"

She hesitated for a moment, and opened her mouth to ask again with some unwillingness to give up.

"No."

Morgan replied righteously this time, and even made an X sign with his hands crossed.

"We absolutely can't let people get any handle for doing this kind of thing."

"In three days, I can indeed make a puppet, but that thing is definitely not like a real person at all."

She sighed, and continued, "That's so fake, it will definitely be recognized by people at a glance."

"You don't want this to happen, do you?"

"Ah this..."

Arturia paced around the room irritably, then fixed her eyes on Morgan again.

"Then do you have any other options?"

She touched the ends of her hair in some embarrassment, and began to ask her sister for advice.

There was a sigh from the corner of Morgan's mouth, she pondered for a while and said, "I do have a way."

"What's the way?"

Artoria's eyes lit up, and she looked at Morgan eagerly, "Tell me, my dear sister."

The appearance of her younger sister asking for others and pinning her hopes on herself made Morgan feel very good.

She nodded happily, and then chuckled lightly, "Since the puppet doesn't look like a real person, it will be seen through."

"So........"

The intentionally low voice of the British princess attracted Arturia's full attention.

"We can just find a real person."

"!!!"

She couldn't help but widen her eyes in astonishment, looking at her sister in disbelief.

"That won't work!"

Without even thinking about it, she immediately rejected the proposal.

"How can you kill an innocent person because of this incident!!"

Arturia shook her head firmly.

"Let's think about something else, there must be other ways."

"Oh, you're so stupid."

Facing Arturia's somewhat condemning gaze, Morgan rolled his eyes in an inelegant manner.

"I'm not stupid!"

Inexplicably talking about the truth in an unimportant place, she curled her lips in displeasure.

"Yes, yes, you are not stupid at all."

Like coaxing a child, my sister Wang waved her hand very perfunctorily.

"Well......."

Although he was still somewhat dissatisfied with Morgan's attitude, it was still important to talk about business.

Therefore, Arturia just frowned in the end, and then asked, "Then tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Ordinary innocent people, of course we can't just kill them."

"but....."

Morgan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "The guilty deserve death."

"!!!"

Artoria blinked her eyes, and instantly understood what her sister meant.

"You mean..."

She looked at Morgan, her eyes lit up again.

"Yes."

Her Majesty's voice rose slightly, she nodded in a very good mood, "There are so many death-row prisoners in Camelot, any one can be a good replacement for Mordred."

This is indeed a viable method.

"I'll go back to the magic workshop to make some small preparations in a while, and you'll take me to the dungeon tonight."

While speaking, Morgan averted his eyes from Arturia.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at the vase next to her, which contained the small freshly picked flowers of today.

"I'll use a little magic trick."

She paused at this point, a drop of dew just happened to drip slowly from the leaves of the flowers.

"Let that condemned prisoner..."

As she spoke, she suddenly showed a brilliant smile.

"...and become Mordred tonight."

"And you."

Morgan's voice suddenly rose for a moment, then turned around and pointed at Arturia.

She tilted her head and blinked her eyes, winking at Artoria.

"Just think of a way within these two days, so that this fake Mordred can exchange a bag with the real one."

"It must be such a small thing..."

She stepped forward, and gently wrapped her arms around Artoria's neck.

Morgan's warm breath wrapped around her neck as she spoke.

A blush spread uncontrollably on her neck, like a flower blooming in a vase.

"...Our great King Arthur should be able to handle it."

"Of course it can be done!"

Like a fish stranded on the shore, at that moment she seemed to be unable to breathe at all.

She took a few steps back quickly, as if Morgan was water and she was fire, and the two were completely incompatible, so she quickly opened the distance.

Artoria said with difficulty, "I see, then let's follow the plan we discussed."

"Ok."

Morgan shrugged indifferently. It was not once or twice that her sister behaved like this, she was already used to it.

If one day she didn't run away from her with a blushing face, it would be the greatest miracle in the world.

"When I'm ready, I'll find you in the room where you handle political affairs."

Morgan walked to the door and turned to look back. The sun shone in her pupils, which looked a little amazingly beautiful.

She doesn't plan to stay here any longer, and some of the magic materials to be prepared next are quite troublesome.

Anyway, the play that should be played is over.

What needs to be done has also been determined.

Even molesting his sister, Morgan has done very well.

It's really meaningless to stay here. The King Arthur in the room is still shy.

It's really exciting to run after teasing.

"Then I'll go first."

After saying goodbye to Arturia, she waved her hand, and left in a particularly chic and elegant manner.

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Time passed slowly.

After the two of them were ready, night had already fallen.

The mirror-like moon hangs quietly in the sky, pouring the moonlight like flowing water onto the vast land.

Because the perpetrators are His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness of Britain.

So the two of them brought a cloaked man, and it can be said that they were unimpeded, and they saw Mordred who was imprisoned in the dungeon.

In the dark dungeon, the family of three finally met.

Not to mention how excited Mordred was when he saw the figure of his father.

Morgan straightforwardly reached out and lifted off the cloak of the condemned prisoner who was following them.

Under the cloak, there was a face exactly like hers.

Under Mordred's surprised eyes, Artoria knelt down and looked at her daughter seriously.

"Mordred, you have to keep in mind what I'm going to say next..."

Accompanied by the conversation of the three in the dungeon, there was a faint noise from the depths of the woods in the distance. It was the sound of birds vibrating their wings when they returned to the forest.

Wait until the moon moves slightly and hangs high in the sky.

Arturia and Morgan and the cloaked man behind them.

At the beginning, three people went in, but at this time, three people still came out.

And three days after this incident.

Mordred was beheaded in public.