Artoria wants to read people's hearts

Chapter 83 Which one is better in plastic surgery technology?

Mordred actually didn't think much of his status as a Knight of the Round Table.

So when Artoria suggested that she go to the round table selection again, she immediately shook her head and refused.

but.........

After that, the father told her so.

"Mordred, you have to know that you have been transformed by Morgan's magic."

The father with picturesque eyebrows and eyes has a clear and noble demeanor.

Artoria stood in front of her and said seriously and solemnly, "In the eyes of outsiders, you are just a little-known little person now."

"No one knows you, and no one has seen you."

When she saw Mordred's puzzled gaze, she smiled, "If you don't show your ability, how can I, as a king, summon you and let you stay by my side. "

"This is really too weird, isn't it."

Arturia fixed her eyes on her daughter:

"After all, as the king of Britain, why would I keep a stranger who suddenly appeared by my side, and why would I entrust such a stranger with a heavy responsibility?"

With a gentle tone, she explained the twists and turns to Mordred one by one.

"So now you must have a past identity on the surface."

"After much deliberation, only the Knights of the Round Table are the most appropriate."

"But......."

Mordred frowned, she curled her lips in displeasure, and then said, "I don't like those fellows of the Knights of the Round Table."

While speaking, she raised her finger and pointed to her head.

"I always feel that they are one by one, and their brains are not normal."

"........."

Hearing what Mordred said, the corners of Artoria's mouth twitched unconsciously, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

my silly daughter.......

How did you tell the truth so easily?

Speechless, she was thankful that there was no one else around except Mordred and herself.

If an outsider heard this, what would they think?

"Don't talk nonsense outside."

She coughed lightly, then reprimanded Mordred in a low voice.

"You will continue to hang out in the Knights of the Round Table in the future. If this gets to the ears of other knights, maybe they will teach you a lesson."

Artoria lowered her voice, scaring Mordred in front of her.

"If you get beaten up and cry, don't come to me and cry, I'm ashamed."

"cut."

Mordred shrugged indifferently, with a nonchalant expression on his face, "I'm very good, those guys can't beat me at all."

Arturia sighed helplessly, thinking that the child's old habit of talking big had happened again.

"Mordred, you'd better have a snack."

She urged again tirelessly, "You have to remember your new identity, you are no longer Mordred."

Like a worrying old woman, she said earnestly, "You have to make changes in a series of things such as fighting style, behavior, and speaking style."

"Don't worry, Father." Mordred patted his chest with a bright smile.

"Don't you worry about me? My acting skills are the best."

Best fart!

Artoria rolled her eyes helplessly when she heard this.

With your poor acting skills, you wouldn't even be able to squeeze into the circle of third-rate actors in your previous life.

"...Anyway, if someone suspects me, I won't help you anymore."

That's it.

Artoria shook her head tiredly, she might as well trust this brat one more time.

On the side, Mordred, who was still smirking and touching his head, probably had no idea that her own reputation in the heart of her father had reached such a dangerous point.

If she knew, she probably would have turned into a pitiful big golden retriever again now, right?

"all in all......"

Arturia looked up at her daughter's new image, then tilted her head slightly distressed.

The current Mordred has long been completely different from him. His long brown hair is braided and draped obliquely on his chest.

The original green pupils have now turned into sky blue, and the heroic face has become very soft.

At this time, Mordred had already shed the silver-red signature armor, and she was wearing the most common female knight armor.

No matter who it is, Artoria can pat her chest and make a promise.

When seeing this lady, absolutely no one would equate her with Mordred.

There is no doubt that Morgan's magic is very successful.

But the success of all these makeovers has a prerequisite.

Arturia couldn't help raising her eyes, and took a deep look at Mordred.

The premise is that the child Mordred will not kill himself.

She is really scared, Artoria thought sadly.

According to Mordred's carefree personality, if one accidentally makes some small movements, and then people become suspicious when the time comes, it will be really troublesome.

She opened her mouth in the end and exhorted again worriedly.

"All in all, please be careful with everything!"

"Oh! Please trust me, father!!"

Dredd returned Arturia with a bright toothy smile.

The more you say that, the more worried you become...

Was my daughter that stupid before?

Artoria couldn't help complaining crazily in her heart.

She couldn't help but began to deeply doubt whether there was something wrong with her genes.

It should..., probably no problem, right?

But it's not certain, he and Morgan are close relatives.

Well.......

Forget it, this question is too difficult, Artoria once again chose to give up thinking.

After all, things have come to this point, and we can only take one step at a time.

"So......"

She looked away, then changed the subject.

"It's about you joining the Knights of the Round Table in the future, so we've decided."

"As for the others..."

"In these two days, I will forge an identity for you, and you can just wait with peace of mind."

Speaking of identity, Artoria paused for a moment, and then she looked at Mordred with probing eyes.

"Have you thought about a name for yourself?"

"—Huh? Name??"

Mordred was taken aback for a moment, she looked at her father innocently.

That stupid look, you can tell at a glance that you haven't thought about anything.

Chapter 84 is Mordred, not a dog!

OK, OK!

Artoria sighed helplessly.

You shouldn't have too much hope for Mordred, you already know this.

"Let me give you a name."

She no longer has a temper, so she said this in a flat voice.

"em..."

Arturia bowed her head in thought for a moment, then said,

"What do you think of the name Aurora?"

"Great!"

Mordred cheered, looking satisfied with the name.

"........."

Arturia looked at Mordred's joyful face in silence.

I wondered if even if I named her Goudan, she would still clap her hands and say 'Yeah'......

no......

Arturia shook her head quickly, and got rid of this dangerous thought in her mind.

so close!

I am the great King Arthur, how could I have such bad thoughts?

"Father?"

Mordred watched his father suddenly become dazed with a dull expression, and hurriedly reached out and waved his hand in front of her eyes, and this action indeed brought back Artoria's mind.

She blinked, and her eyes focused on Mordred again.

"Okay, stop waving."

Artoria coughed a little embarrassedly, and spoke again in order to divert her attention.

"The matter of identity can be done in two days. You should go back and practice your behavior."

"Wait until a week later, and I will arrange for you to appear."

Having said this, she reached out and pushed Mordred's shoulder, and then drove her out of the room.

Amid Mordred's bewildered expression, Artoria smiled at her.

"See you later, dog...cough, Aurora."

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A week later, Camelot.

On the streets in the early spring evening, the weather looks gloomy and cool.

The owner of the hotel, Jackson, walked slowly to the door, then stuck his head out to look at the sky.

The wind was whistling on the street, and layers of black clouds hung low in the sky.

The wind swept through the wind and sand drifted in the air, making Jackson sneezed a few times.

"This damn weather, it looks like it's going to rain soon."

While muttering, he reached out and tried to close the door of his hotel.