Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"Let me bring you to familiarize yourself with the environment here."

　　Mordred took Guinevere's hand and led her around the castle.

　　The first thing that caught Guinevere's eyes was a rather magnificent old tree.

　　The trees are thick, and the canopy is so large that it can be called exaggerated.

　　Next to the big tree, there is a simple stone table and stone benches on both sides.

　　"I plan to put a bed here in the future."

　　"In this way, we can rest here."

　　Mordred suggested so—but it caused Guinevere to roll his eyes.

　　She always felt that after following Mordred, her integrity seemed to be gone forever.

　　After crossing the big tree, Mordred led Guinevere forward and came to a clearing.

　　"This is the training ground."

　　Since Morgan also accepted the existence of Skaha, Mordred no longer has to sneak up to find Skaha.

　　They made such a training ground near the castle for his day-to-day needs with Skaha.

　　What is worth mentioning is that in this training ground, there is also a set of special cooking tools - brought by Skaha, it looks very particular.

　　Not far from the training ground is a river.

　　And after crossing this river and walking forward for another ten minutes——

　　"Eh?"

　　Guinevere suddenly felt her eyes go black.

　　But it was Mordred who suddenly covered her eyes with his hands.

　　"Shh, come with me."

　　Mordred buried his head in Guinevere's ear and said softly.

　　The air from her nostrils tickled Guinevere's heart.

　　"I'll show you a big baby!"

　　,.

Chapter 43

　　After three minutes.

　　When Mordred put his hands down from Guinevere's eyes, to be honest, Guinevere was a little disappointed.

　　"No, what about the promised big baby?"

　　"I'm ready, will you show me this?"

　　Guinevere lowered her head and looked at the large green "weed" in front of her, with a very obvious doubt on her face.

　　With her eyes, it is natural to be able to see what Mordred should be planting here - but if she wants to go further and distinguish what these things are, it is a little powerless.

　　Of course.

　　As a noble princess, a pampered princess, she doesn't need to understand these things.

　　Born rich, she just needs to learn how to enjoy herself.

　　But Mordred was different.

　　Someone once said that the rabbits of the Chinese Dynasty are a race that engraved the word "farming" into their genes and their souls.

　　No matter where you are, when you see a large wasteland, you always want to focus on something.

　　In this regard, Mordred is no exception.

　　"Here's the potatoes, here's the fennel."

　　"There are two pepper trees here!"

　　In front of this field, which is probably less than an acre, Mordred is very proud to introduce the types of these crops to Guinevere.

　　In order to open up this field, he spent a lot of thought.

　　From the selection of plots to the reclamation of the fields, the sowing of seeds, the daily watering and weeding... All are done by him.

　　Even, in order to make these little things grow better, Mordred also specially asked Morgan for some magic medicine that can increase the fertility of the soil and make the plants grow rapidly.

　　Looking at the two pepper trees that had grown up almost overnight, Mordred felt more and more that his mother was really in the wrong business.

　　On the other hand, Guinevere didn't really want to hear what Mordred had to say.

　　But out of cherishing Mordred, she still tried her best to listen carefully.

　　Because you like it, so I like it - the so-called love house and Wu, which is probably the case.

　　"Exactly, these things are about to mature. Later, we will have a big meal to eat."

　　As Mordred spoke, he ran to the edge of the field.A potato seedling was dug out of the soil with both hands.

　　And when Guinevere saw with her own eyes how many potatoes were under this potato seedling.But he was directly taken aback by such a crop that he had never seen before.

　　"one two three four……"

　　A total of seven fresh potatoes.

　　Among them, three potatoes are larger, each about the size of two fists.

　　The other four potatoes are smaller, about the size of a fist.

　　"How do you eat this stuff..."

　　Guinevere looked at the dirty potatoes that had been dug out of the ground with a hint of hesitation on her face.

　　Girls, always like things that look more beautiful.

　　It's like those fairy tales - the stories say that they grew up drinking the dew from the leaves and eating the fruit of the trees.

　　But it was never said that they grew up eating what grew out of the soil.

　　And Mordred was in love with these potatoes.

　　"Bake it, fry it, boil it...you can eat it whatever you want."

　　Mordred said quickly and took the material directly.Take these potatoes and start a fire near the training ground.

　　The roaring flames turned the dry wood into black-red charcoal—and when the flames were completely gone, Mordred threw the potatoes directly into the pile of charcoal.The fire pit was then covered with soil.

　　The simplest ingredients, the simplest way to cook.

　　Under the combination of the two, the one produced is the most... um, it is actually not very delicious.

　　But mostly hungry.

　　Mordred dug the baked potatoes out of the pit, cut them open with a knife, and placed them on a plate.

　　Finally, add a pinch of salt for a simple seasoning, and you're done.

　　"Come on, let's eat."

　　Mordred handed the plate of baked potatoes to Guinevere.

　　Guinevere's brows furrowed slightly, and she stretched out two fingers with a frown, and lightly pinched a piece of baked potato.After some hesitation, he closed his eyes and tried to taste the taste of this baked potato.

　　In contrast, Vortigern's performance was much happier than Guinevere's.

　　She directly picked up a large piece of potato with her hands, and threw it into her mouth, ignoring the burnt skin on it.

　　This is the way of eating that belongs to the "dragon".

　　"Well, it's not too bad."

　　Guinevere tasted the taste of this potato, and her eyebrows, which were already frowning together, gradually stretched out.

　　She is really hungry.

　　Because of the quarrel with Gareth, she has been sulking since yesterday afternoon and hasn't eaten anything.

　　Although the two pieces of chocolate can provide her with some calories, they are not staple foods and cannot provide her with a real sense of satiety.

　　And after eating a piece of potato, Guinevere, who felt unsatisfied, ate two potatoes in a row, and then breathed a sigh of relief:

　　"full."

　　Sitting on the grass, she gradually relaxed her body and closed her eyes gently.

　　The things that happened last night made her exhausted physically and mentally.

　　But before that, her mental loading was actually tight all the time, and she didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

　　And now.

　　The heat from the abdomen made Guinevere temporarily forget the "panic", coupled with the subconscious that "has reached the safety zone", it made Guinevere gradually relax his guard.

　　A strong drowsiness struck suddenly, causing Guinevere to fall asleep unconsciously.

　　"She slept soundly."

　　Votigeng glanced at Guinevere who was sleeping, with a very disdainful expression on his face.

　　"With her qualities, is she worthy of being the princess of a country?"

　　"It's ridiculous."

　　Votigeng said sarcastically.

　　As a tyrant who had ruled the Isle of Britain for ten years, she saw the value of these potatoes at a glance.