Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

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　　Not far away, Artoria's figure had already appeared in his field of vision.

　　If you don't say it, you won't have the chance to say it.

　　So, he stood up straight from the ground.

　　Then, feeling that he was not tall enough, he climbed onto a stool to ensure that everyone could see his face by looking up.

　　"Everyone, listen to us..."

　　Mordred said with a big tongue, as if he was drunk.

　　Everyone was worried that this amiable Highness would fall off the stool. ,

　　But Mordred said he had no problems and refused the help of those enthusiastic citizens.

　　He stretched out his hand and pointed at the bison, who had been brought back by Skaha and Vortigern, and who were now sitting in the corner, waiting to be distributed.

　　"Everyone, we know that everyone's life... is really hard!"

　　"Father, the king is also a pain in the ass."

　　"But let's think, it's better than relying on ourselves."

　　"Do it yourself, and have enough food and clothing."

　　This is a fairly classic statement.

　　So much so that when Mordred said these words, everyone present became quiet and silently stared at the prince who was exceptionally dazzling even in the dark, wanting to see what he could say. What amazing words.

　　And it turns out that Mordred did not disappoint them.

　　"No, everyone, have you seen these cows?"

　　"To tell you the truth, we prepared these cows for you."

　　"It's very hard for you to farm, but these cows are easy to use. One person can almost top ten people, or even dozens of people's labor force."

　　"But they're pretty easy to care for - just keep them in the grass."

　　"So, we thought, we can give you these cattle to help you grow the land and relieve the production pressure."

　　"But, don't get excited yet."

　　"Let's agree in advance that these cows are lent to you by me carrying my father on my back."

　　"After a year, you have to pay it back."

　　"I don't care what kind of cows you use - calves, grown cows, even cows that are dying of old age."

　　"All in all, how you borrowed it in the first place, you will have to pay it back later!"

　　"Otherwise, I, who can't write off the account at the father's side, are afraid that my butt will be beaten into eight pieces."

　　Mordred said seriously.

　　It made the people below laugh out loud.

　　However, in addition to laughing, they also seemed quite moved.

　　There is no doubt that Mordred is using the "pretence" of drunkenness to give them legitimate benefits.

　　Borrow a cow out, and return another cow a year later.

　　In the middle, you can earn a year of labor time for nothing, no matter how you think about it, you will not lose.

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　　Not to mention, if you can get a cow and take the opportunity to give birth to a few calves...

　　"Your Highness, I want one, mother!"

　　There are wise ones who have begun to raise their hands and take the best heifer from Mordred.

　　Some are a little more conservative and can only get one bull.

　　Of course, more people are slow to start and fail to get even a single hair.

　　But they also got a consolation prize from Mordred - ten potatoes.

　　"I don't care what you do with these ten potatoes. Anyway, today next year, you have to ring these ten potatoes for me."

　　"Otherwise, I'll bury you in the soil and fertilize the potatoes!"

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　　Mordred said "domineering" - between the words, there is already a tyrant's demeanor.

　　But the civilians who got the potatoes didn't care.

　　Some people even dared to joke to Mordred:

　　"Your Highness, aren't you afraid that we will run away with these things?"

　　In the face of this problem, Mordred behaved quite generously.

　　"Not afraid."

　　"Anyway, in the future, everything on this island will become my private property."

　　"Unless you can cross the sea and run to the other side. Otherwise, even if you flee to the horizon, you will be cultivating the land for me."

　　"But, of course."

　　"If you really have the ability to cross the sea to the other side by yourself, then I don't recommend you to farm."

　　"It's better to come to me to sign up for the army - when I get those messes sorted out, I'll take you to the other side for a big vote!"

　　Mordred said excitedly.

　　To be honest, he was not thinking about continental Europe for a while.

　　Don't forget, now is the time of the turbulent times of the Western Roman Empire.

　　Instead of taking this opportunity to make a name for himself on the European continent, he would instead be a mayor on this small broken island, and play intrigue with a group of village chiefs in the name of [King] all day long?

　　It's better to go home directly, the wife and children are on the kang head, forget it.

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Chapter 77

　　Chalk City, in the Royal Palace.

　　"Is it cool?"

　　This was the first word that Artoria said to Mordred after he had brought him back from the crowd.

　　At this moment, Arturia's face was frosty, her big blue eyes were as sharp as knives, and she looked like she could pull out a curry stick to kill anyone at any time.

　　She had been mad at Mordred.

　　She didn't know why Mordred said such a bastard - but this so-called gentleman's words are hard to follow.

　　At this moment, when what Mordred said has become an established fact, even she, the real King of Camelot, can't outright deny Mordred's promise to those subjects.

　　Because it involves the decency of the royal family.

　　For the royal family, it doesn't matter how much disagreement they actually have within them.But if it is external, it is necessary to be consistent.

　　And now, since Artoria has become Mordred and given him a title, it is tantamount to admitting that he is a member of the Camelot royal family.

　　In this case, Mordred's attitude basically represents the attitude of the royal family.

　　Jun Wu joking - this sentence is definitely not just casual talk.

　　But of course.

　　If it is really a last resort, Artoria can stand on the city wall again and announce to everyone that everything last night was just Mordred's nonsense.

　　But if she really does this, she must take into account the prestige of the royal family and the loss of popular support.

　　At such a high price, even Arturia would never try it lightly.

　　Not to mention, she still has reason to suspect that Mordred was definitely not talking nonsense before.

　　She had seen and even experienced Mordred's schemes with her own eyes--that full of evil intentions, once made Arturia feel that Mordred was simply the most evil person in the world.

　　"Tell me about it."

　　"What the hell are you trying to do?"

　　Taking off the blue quilt she was wearing, Arturia leaned her entire body against the back of the chair, posing as if listening intently.

　　This made Mordred cry out with satisfaction in his heart.

　　"My father has also grown up."

　　"It's about to become my shape."

　　He thought with a smile.

　　According to Mordred's understanding of Arturia, she should have hung herself up and beat her to get rid of her anger before asking why.

　　But now, Artoria actually skipped the [beating] step, and at a glance it was obvious that Mordred's actions were meaningful.

　　"This shows that my father trusts me even more!"

　　"It also shows that I have always done well and won the favor of my father!"

　　Thinking of this, the expression on Mordred's face became even more proud.