Artoria wants to read people's hearts

"Please forgive my passover, I just want a promise from you."

promise?

This is interesting.

Morgan reached out and wrapped the Holy Grail again, then took half a step back and looked at Galahad.

"Please speak."

After getting the answer, Galahad said, "It is said that the Holy Grail can fulfill any wish, but I don't know whether this is true or not."

"In any case, I only hope that Your Highness can properly handle the existence of the Holy Grail, and please don't use it in ways that are not in line with human morality and national interests."

He pursed his lips, "I hope you can promise me."

After speaking, Galahad stood where he was, quietly waiting for Morgan's reply.

To be honest, this guy does have a bit of fun.

A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, as if she didn't expect that what Galahad wanted was such a promise.

"...Then let's make a deal."

Morgan was silent for two seconds, then nodded with a chuckle,

"I promise your promise, and you have to promise me one thing."

She took the opportunity to say, "As long as you don't tell King Arthur about the Holy Grail, then I will agree to your request."

There's nothing to say no to, is there?

Because from the very beginning, what she wanted to do with the Holy Grail had nothing to do with human morality and national interests.

Having received Morgan's promise, the white-haired knight was obviously relieved, and his tense and erect posture also relaxed a little.

"Your Highness, thank you very much for agreeing to my request. I promise you that I will not tell about the Holy Grail."

In fact, when Galahad made these requests, he didn't hold out much hope.

After all, Morgan's witch name was too loud in the past, so he originally thought that Morgan would not agree.

But I didn't expect Her Royal Highness to be so talkative.

I have to say this is a great blessing. "

Heaving a sigh of relief, Galahad tilted his head, and then bid farewell to Morgan.

"In that case, I will take my leave first."

It was not too early now, and the sky was covered by clouds again at that time, and it looked a bit gloomy.

The white-haired knight has been delayed by Her Royal Highness for too long, what should be said has been said, what should be done has been done, and it is time for him to leave.

Watching the leaving figure of the knight, Morgan turned his gaze to the Holy Grail again.

Now that all the materials are ready, it's time to move on to the next step.

She walked to the table, and then put away the Holy Grail on the table.

This tricky thing can't be left here carelessly, she needs to find a place to hide it.

If Arturia finds out about this, then things will be troublesome.

You must know that the reason she gave at the beginning was just to ask Boss Knight and Galahad Knight to help her find some relatively rare magic materials.

"Tsk tsk."

Morgan shook her head, then raised her own eyebrows, her obscure expression was hidden in the deepest part of her eyes.

After hiding the Holy Grail, she narrowed her eyes contentedly, and then stretched.

"Next..."

Looking at the gloomy scenery outside the window, she muttered to herself, "Go and inform Mordred."

"Well..., and Boss, we need to inform him to come back quickly."

It's all a mess.

Life is not easy, Morgan sighed.

Chapter 99 How can I do things without Guinevere

Inside, Morgan lit a fire in the fireplace.

Seeing the flames flickering, she turned around, grabbed a handful of powder of unknown substance, raised her hand and sprinkled it into the fireplace.

In an instant, the color of the fire changed suddenly.

Red turns blue, blue turns purple, and then red again.

After that, a little light smoke slowly rose from the fireplace.

These light smokes floated in the whole room, like mist, everything was so illusory.

"what are you doing?"

Mordred stood behind her and asked, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Didn't you smell it?"

Morgan stood up and shifted his gaze to Mordred's face, which reflected the brown-haired blue-eyed girl knight.

"...smell what?"

Mordred frowned suspiciously, she looked around, then shrugged her nose slightly.

Light, a little sweet.

At some point, a sweet fragrance filled the room with light mist.

She took a sharp sniff, but the fragrance was extremely ethereal, seemingly non-existent, and it was really hard to tell.

"What does it taste like?"

His eyes widened in surprise, and Mordred's tone was full of curiosity.

"It's just some by-products when refining potions."

Morgan shrugged indifferently, and then sat on the chair in front of the fireplace.

"Don't you think it smells good? Although the fragrance is sweet, it has a sense of tranquility, and it also has the effect of calming the nerves."

As she spoke, she pointed to the chair opposite her, signaling Mordred to sit there.

A pair of forest-like eyes looked at her with a half-smile, which made Mordred feel a little uncomfortable.

Shaking her head, she sat on the chair opposite Morgan, and took another careful sniff.

Of course, the ending is still the same.

Except for some fragrance in the room, she still didn't smell anything.

"Forget it, it's like playing the piano to a cow."

Morgan was a little speechless, she sighed lightly, and no longer expected her stupid daughter to give any interesting insights.

I always feel underestimated.

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Mordred curled his lips in displeasure.

However, this matter is indeed somewhat difficult for her.

Although she is a woman, Mordred has never touched any rouge and gouache at all.

She danced with knives and swords all day long, and she really didn't have any research on these things.

What should I do if I don't want to continue to be underestimated?

Then change the subject.

She coughed lightly, and looked at Morgan with blue eyes, "You came to me today, what is the matter?"

Just at noon today, she received a message from Morgan.

He said that he had something to discuss with her, so he asked Mordred to go find her tonight.

So tonight, the girl knight arrived as promised.

Morgan knew exactly what his daughter was thinking.

However, there were indeed some serious things to talk about today, so she just hooked the corners of her lips, and then replied in line with Mordred's words.

"I just want to tell you that the Holy Grail is now in hand."

The faint fire light crossed Morgan's face, making her expression a little unreal.

"!!!"

The news first surprised her for a moment, and then

A sudden sense of joy.

Joyful emotions hit every inch of Mordred's body, her eyes widened in excitement, and an astonishing radiance glowed on her beautiful face.

"Is what you said true?!"

She stood up and asked hurriedly, as if she didn't quite believe her ears.

"of course it's true."

After receiving Morgan's affirmative answer, she finally showed a happy smile, as if the desert had finally welcomed the nourishment of nectar.

"That's really great." She paced back and forth in the room excitedly, "Since this is the case, can we continue with the next plan?"

"I came to you for this."

The light smoke in the house floated in the sky, like the feathers on a bird, shining silvery white under the light of the fire.

"I know you are very excited, but please restrain yourself a little bit. Such emotions are not conducive to our next discussion."

She waved her hand, and the light smoke coiled around Morgan's hand like a snake, getting higher and higher, and then gradually rose into the air.

And her voice was also like smoke, with an illusory beauty and a poetic haze.

She was right.

Mordred knew this clearly, so she had no choice but to suppress the joy in her heart, and after taking three deep breaths, she sat back on her chair again.

"I've calmed down."

Mordred pursed his lips and forced a blank expression, but anyone could see the joy and joy in her eyes.

"......"

Morgan blinked, feeling a little unsure.

But it doesn't matter, because she doesn't care whether Mordred is really calm or fake, as long as she can sit down and listen to herself, that's enough.

So Morgan just nodded indifferently, and then continued.

"In the next few days, in order to implement our plan, I need to retreat in the magic workshop for a period of time."

"You know it." She spread her hands, "This magic trick is not a joke, so I have to keep improving."

This is a matter of course.

Mordred nodded solemnly, and then asked, "Then do you need me to do anything?"

"I do have something for you to do."

Morgan said, with a sly smile flashing in his eyes, "Just like you asked me for help, we also need to find another person to help us."

Under Mordred's astonished eyes, she said slowly, "I have a letter here, you take it and hand it to the queen, after she reads it, I believe she will cooperate obediently of our plan."

queen? ? ! !

Hearing this, the pupils of Dredd's eyes trembled.

She never expected that Morgan was talking about that woman.

"Are you crazy?!"

Without even thinking about it, she directly opened her mouth to refuse, "If she tells the father about our plan, then all this will be over!!"

However, for her questioning, Morgan just smiled mysteriously. "Don't worry, she won't talk."