Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　When they really saw that group of high-spirited soldiers lined up in a row, escorting the carts of grain and grass to the warehouse.These starving people couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations.

　　They don't know where the food comes from, let alone whether the food can be used for themselves.

　　But, at least, there is food now.

　　As the saying goes, if you have food in your hands, don't panic. The appearance of these foods at least solves the worries of these people.

　　Meanwhile, on the other side.

　　Mordred looked at the dusty Vortigern and greeted her with a smile:

　　"It's hard work, second uncle."

　　His words were sincere.

　　After all, even he himself knew how excessive it was to let an old man cross the ocean and play the villain on the other side of the sea.

　　However, there is no way.

　　At this stage, Mordred could not find anyone more suitable than Votigen.

　　She has enough strength to deal with all crises.

　　She has a ferocious appearance, and she can often play a multiplier on tasks such as extortion and extortion.

　　In addition, the more important point is that she used to be the king of Britain.

　　No matter how ugly the name of the "Bie King" is, it is at least a genuine, officially recognized king.

　　Therefore, when Lao Fu went to France to ask for help in the name of the government in exile, no matter how disgusting the local lords were, he had to pinch his nose and admit it.

　　Who made them beat Vortigern?

　　For Mordred, this is actually the best stopgap measure.

　　There is no way, who made his father want both face and inner child, both want food, but he doesn't want to give people a handle.

　　In this case, it is really appropriate to let Vortigern play the role of this "villain".

　　To put it bluntly, the more Vortigern's approach goes too far, the more those French people will worship Arturia, who can defeat Vortigern.

　　However, it is a little regrettable.

　　"Such a method is only a stopgap after all...it can't be used again."

　　Looking at the truck after truck of grain, to be honest, even Mordred himself felt that his second uncle's cutting of leeks seemed to be too much.

　　A whole ten boatloads of food - the ghost knows what method she used to extort these things.

　　Even if the relatively prosperous France lost so much grain all of a sudden, it could be called a "year of disaster", right?

　　Mordred thought silently.

　　However, what Mordred did not expect was—

　　"Do you think there is no limit to what anyone can do like you?"

　　Votigeng gave Mordred a white glance, showing no sign of appreciation at all.

　　"To tell you the truth, half of these grains are sent by others."

　　Votigeng said indifferently.

　　But Mordred could hear a little smugness in this indifferent voice.

　　It can be seen that Vortigen himself is very proud of being able to obtain the ten major ships of food in such a short time.

　　And this time, Mordred could not understand.

　　"Sent?"

　　He raised his head, looked at Vortigern with a suspicious look, and showed a look of disgust on his face:

　　"You don't know how to use the dragon trick, do you?"

　　"Your whole body is on the skeleton? Does anyone else look up to you?"

　　"..."

　　Votigeng said that she really wanted to use a mouthful of dragon breath to spray this little bastard to death.

　　But...well.

　　Looking at Frostmourne in Mordred's hand, Votigen was still very decisive.

　　"Actually, it's not a gift... Well, I still put in a little effort."

　　After calming down the irritable emotions in his heart a little, Vortigern explained the cause and effect to Mordred.

　　"In the beginning, I did extort a lot of food according to your order."

　　Votigeng said so, the words "according to your order" said such emotions, but it made Mordred roll his eyes.

　　But in the next instant, Mordred had no time to mind these things.

　　because--

　　"However, when I gradually went deeper into the mainland. Someone took the initiative to find me."

　　"Not only did she have no fear of me, but she invited me to do him a favor."

　　"She promised me that she would give me a lot of food as a reward after the event was completed."

　　Votigeng continued.

　　She didn't say what the person asked her to do - but with the situation in front of her, Mordred easily guessed the truth of the whole incident.

　　"She invited you to a war, didn't she?"

　　Mordred raised his head and looked at the truckloads of food in front of him, feeling filled with emotion.

　　Otherwise, we must not underestimate the heroes of the world.

　　In this world, some things are both dangers and opportunities.

　　And those who can bear the title of "hero" often have the ability to turn danger into opportunity.

　　For example, this is the case now.

　　Using the food that should have been consumed in exchange for an absolutely guaranteed victory - whether it is for Mordred's side or for the side that provides food, this is a fortune no matter how you think about it. buy and sell.

　　And there is no doubt that the person who can make this decision must be the hero of the world.

　　But then again—

　　"who's that person?"

　　Mordred asked curiously.

　　Listening to Votigeng's description, this person seems to be still a woman?

　　Are the French going to be led by women again?

　　Mordred thought with a smile.

　　however--

　　"Clovey."

　　"Her name is Clovis."

　　Votigeng answered honestly.

　　Of course she had no need to deceive Mordred.

　　But what she never expected was that after hearing this name, Mordred actually took a breath, as if he heard something quite shocking.

　　"Clovis...is the place where you participated in the war called Soissons?"

　　"Well, probably - that's about it.".

Chapter 104

　　Clovis, a very common name.

　　Soissons, a very ordinary place.

　　However, when these two ordinary things are linked together, what constitutes is a magnificent era in the long history.

　　In the AD year, the leader of the Franks of Salion, Hilderick I, died and was succeeded by his daughter Clovis I, who was only 15 years old.

　　Today, five years later, the [-]-year-old Frankish War Mother has already decided her status as a Frankish king through a world-renowned battle, laying the foundation for the prosperity of the Merovingian Dynasty.

　　【Battle of Soissons】

　　This battle was the founding battle of the Merovingian dynasty.

　　According to legend, in this battle, when facing the enemy several times his own, Clovis not only did not have the slightest fear, but also rushed to the enemy line first.

　　And the Franks who followed her, after seeing how brave their commander was, put their own lives and deaths aside, and fought bravely to kill the enemy and move forward bravely.With inferior troops, the rotten Roman army was beaten to pieces.

　　——The above are the records of the historians about this battle.

　　Just, now.

　　Looking at the Vortigern in front of him, Mordred suddenly felt that this history might need to be re-examined.

　　The Frankish Warmother who was born in the Ardennes may indeed be brave, but she is definitely not the type of bravery.

　　On the contrary, in the face of the sudden and unexpected threat of Votigen.She was able to turn passive into active so quickly and use the food that was destined to be lost to gain greater benefits for herself—this kind of scheming may seem very common in hindsight, but in the circumstances at the time, it was right and wrong. A man of great courage and courage cannot make such a decision.

　　"The pose of a queen!"

　　Mordred sighed like this, but there was a hint of envy in his words.

　　He couldn't help but think again, if only his father could have such courage.

　　In that case, he would be able to be a prodigal son of a bitch waiting to die in peace, and defeat Arturia's industry in peace.

　　Why is there any need to make the relationship with the mother so stiff for a little bit of profit like now?

　　Meanwhile, on the other side.Vortigern also brought Mordred another piece of news.

　　"Cooperation~〃?"