Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　"My father and me, and I once again broke up Lungominiad."

　　"..."

　　Vivian could see it, the bear child in front of him was clearly using chicken feathers as arrows.

　　Lungominiad - does she really think she doesn't know what that is?

　　Like the kind of holy spear that bears the heavy responsibility of maintaining the surface of the world and can only be drawn out when it encounters a crisis of world destruction, can it be used so casually?

　　Vivian had [-] reasons to believe that even if she didn't pay this tax, Arturia would never use Lungominiad in such a place.

　　There is no doubt that it was a defilement of the holy spear.

　　But Mordred didn't care about that.

　　He could even find the [-]th reason to pull the holy spear out of its anchor successfully.

　　"The mystery of this world is gradually fading...Utopia has become the only secret place that exists on the British Isle."

　　"Therefore, I have reason to think that the ideal country has become the greatest source of unrest in the British Isles."

　　"I suggest that the father directly inserts the holy spear into the ideal land - in this way, the future troubles can be relieved."

　　"..."

　　Seeing Mordred's righteous words, as if he was really doing business on business, without any personal affection, Vivian took a breath.

　　She really didn't know how bad her future self could be.

　　To give birth to such a bad son? ? ?

　　And after a moment.

　　When Vivian took a sip of hot water and calmed down a little—

　　"Let's pay tax."

　　She said resignedly.

　　Even if Vivienne knew that Mordred was just intimidating herself, the existence of Rangomiad was real.

　　And Arturia, who owns Lungominiad, is indeed not a "King of Humans" in the general sense.

　　It is the [King of Britain] who is standing on this mysterious and only remaining island, and commands all living beings.

　　In a word, the protection fee that should be paid still has to be paid.

　　"But so what?"

　　"We have less than [-] fairies in our ideal hometown - based on each person's tax of one silver coin a year, even if all of them are added together, they won't be able to pay much head tax in a year!"

　　Vivian thought proudly.

　　Anyway, compared to the [-] gold coins in arrears, such a little tax is not worth mentioning at all.

　　"Just treat it as a fee!"

　　The little abacus in Weiwei's heart was beating loudly.

　　However, what Vivian didn't think about was.

　　Just when she calculated a rough account and planned to write off the account with Mordred using an IOU——

　　"Well, a goblin really only needs to pay one silver coin a year, that's right."

　　"But... (Li Zhao) Who told you that there are only a thousand fairies in the ideal village?"

　　Seeing Vivian's increasingly frightened face, Mordred smiled and asked Qing:

　　"Yes, mother, I think you have already thought of it."

　　"Restricted by the rules of the ideal village, the goblins in your ideal village will die every day, and will be reborn on a new day."

　　"In other words, in your ideal country, a thousand new fairies are born every day."

　　"And these thousand new goblins will all have to pay taxes."

　　"What? You're saying I'm making a fortune?"

　　"I was originally the king of the dead - is there any problem with making money from the dead?"

　　Taking out the Frostmourne that exudes chills, Mordred's face showed a very cheerful smile.

　　Today, he has taught his mother new knowledge again!

　　He is so filial! .

Chapter 100

　　Camelot Palace, in the living room.

　　Vivian's eyes widened, looking at Mordred with a look that was both helpless and pitiful.

　　She never imagined that her own son could be so brazen and shameless.

　　Throughout the ages, the one who can pull down his face to collect taxes from fairies should be the number one.

　　And this kind of clever and aggressive tactics made Vivian even angry and didn't know who to send it to.

　　"tyrant!"

　　"You will definitely be a tyrant in the future!"

　　She protested in dissatisfaction - but unfortunately, such devaluation had no effect on Mordred.

　　Instead, in a sense, it might still be an honor.

　　"Then I have to thank the fairy queen for her praise."

　　An understatement made Vivian's face turn blue and white.

　　But Mordred ignored the frightened Vivian, still reporting the bill to her with a blank expression.

　　"One silver coin for one person, ten gold coins for a thousand people."

　　"A month is three hundred gold coins."

　　"A year is three thousand six hundred gold coins."

　　"Calculating this way, only [-] gold coins in ten years. Actually, it's not much at all."

　　"It's far worse than the repair fund of [-] gold coins!"

　　Mordred said with a smile, I don't know when, two identical contracts appeared in his hands.

　　The Book of the King of Great Britain and the Goblin.

　　On these two contracts, someone wrote nearly a hundred clauses in pretty small print—this was all prepared in advance and premeditated.

　　"Come, mother, sign it."

　　"As long as you sign it, I will recognize the bill of [-] yuan. Even if I sell iron, I will pay you back within ten years."

　　Holding these two contracts, Mordred said sincerely.

　　But Vivian shook her head desperately, and even stretched out her hands to reject Mordred to show her firm resistance.

　　"No, no, no, no."

　　"Absolutely not!"

　　She retorted firmly, and pulled out her legs and ran outside the door, as if she wanted to escape from here.

　　She will definitely not be fooled by this!

　　The tax of [-] gold coins that year didn't sound like much - but if she signed this contract, who knows what kind of excuse Mordred would come up with to cheat her.

　　Therefore, this paper contract must not be signed.

　　Vivienne can't push the goblins into the fire pit and make herself a sinner in the ideal country.

　　however--

　　"Eh?"

　　Just when Vivian turned around and wanted to leave, she suddenly discovered a fact that made her even more alarmed.

　　Why did her body suddenly not obey her orders?

　　Moreover, not only did he not listen to her orders, but he took the initiative and walked into the house.

　　"You, you unlucky child, what have you done to me?"

　　Looking at the contract book that was getting closer and closer, the panic in Vivian's eyes became stronger and stronger.

　　At this moment, she has realized that she is being manipulated by a force majeure.

　　In front of this power, she can't even pray!

　　"No, Madam Queen, you don't think that this body, which was originally created by me, can escape my control, right?"

　　Mordred asked suspiciously - looking at the look in his eyes, he was much more surprised than Vivian.

　　Leave a back door or a secret door in the designed program... Isn't this common sense for programmers?

　　And those programmers in later generations are not much different from these magicians in the age of God.

　　"What? Don't you magicians have such a tradition?"

　　Mordre (bcef) asked rhetorically.

　　She was speechless when she asked Vivian, she didn't know what to say.

　　Magicians, of course, have such a tradition.

　　However, Vivian never thought of it.One day, he will be planted in the hands of a bear child who doesn't understand magic at all.

　　And at the end of the last.

　　When Vivian bit her finger and solemnly pressed the handprint with her own magic power on the two contracts——

　　"Okay, the business is over."

　　"Empress mother, what other wishes do you want to realize, may you tell me together?"