Type Moon: I, Mordred, Are So Filial

　　It's just a little pity.

　　Although she can also be classified as a "Magician of the Age of God", she was born by touching the tail of the Age of God.

　　She is the last great magician of the Age of God.

　　However, she couldn't have a good learning environment like other magicians of the age of gods.

　　By the time she was born, the gods of Britain had almost returned.

　　In the face of the extremely thin mystery, she could only learn the magic of fairies through some tricks.

　　Therefore, in theory, the magic she learned was not formal - it could even be called a sidekick.

　　A true magician of the generation of gods should have obtained power directly from the gods (roots).Where do you need to use your own brain to learn and research?

　　Well, of course, this may be an exaggeration.

　　But the truth is always the same:

　　"If there is a billion in savings at home, who wants to get up early every day to earn a few thousand yuan a month's salary?"

　　"Similarly, if he is in the root, which magician is willing to work his whole life, or even the strength of countless generations of descendants, to open a path to the root."

　　Looking at Vivian in front of him, Mordred thought with a sigh.

　　He hadn't noticed it before, but now, after Vivian's introduction, he suddenly realized it.

　　From the point of view of a magician, his mother... is really a very, very important person.

　　Important enough to be introduced in a single chapter in a magic history textbook.

　　But at the same time, it is precisely for this reason.Mordred looked at those small colored crystals with more eagerness.

　　At this moment, without Vivian's introduction, he already understood the specific function of these small colored crystals:

　　"It is the residue left by the root tentacles in this land, which contains the power of authority belonging to the gods."

　　"Although it's only a tiny grain, it's just a drop in the ocean for the real root, and it's not worth mentioning at all."

　　"But... that's also the root of the real thing!"

　　"When I touch these small crystals, is it the same as touching the root?"

　　"Or, if there are enough of these small crystals, I can force a god to come out?"

　　Mordred looked at the small crystal blocks of different colors in front of him, and his head gradually became hot.

　　He didn't know the meaning of creating a god, and he didn't even know what role the created god had.

　　But his subconscious told him that it must be a cool thing.

　　And for a bear child... cool or something, isn't it already the ultimate pursuit?

　　"Decided."

　　"I must create a god!"

　　Mordred thought confidently and said all his thoughts without hesitation.

　　——But it was met with Vivian's eyes that looked at the mentally retarded.

　　Vivienne had reason to suspect that Mordred probably had an episode of the bear child attribute, and began to talk nonsense here.

　　After all, the root residues cannot be pieced together at all, forming a real root tentacle again.

　　——Even if it is the residue of the same origin!

 …  

　　Speaking of which, the properties of this thing are actually very similar to magnets.

　　It was originally a complete magnet. If you forcibly split it into two halves, you will never be able to put it back together.

　　The same goes for root residues.

　　Before separation, they were indeed the same individual.

　　But after separation, they themselves have quite a strong independence.

　　There is no problem in digesting and absorbing the energy contained in these residues.

　　But if you want to keep the rules in these residues and make them re-integrated - Vivian can only say that this is simply a dream, a wishful thinking!

　　Not to mention Mordred.

　　Even if you call the former gods, or even call the two restraints, it is absolutely impossible to do such an excessive thing.

　　Because this has already involved the most basic constitution law of this planet - the kind that no one can interfere with it.

　　However, at the very end.

　　When Vivian, who was trying to persuade Mordred, suddenly realized that this little brat was serious and didn't mean to joke at all—

　　"Ugh."

　　She sighed suddenly.

　　"I'm so smart... Who am I with to give birth to such a stupid and stubborn son?"

　　"It's not inherited from me anyway, it's not inherited from me anyway, it's not inherited from me anyway." Yi.

Chapter 117

　　The next day, early in the morning.

　　After a warm and solemn farewell to the commoners in the city, Mordred, the first Knight of the Round Table, drove a carriage carrying Guinevere himself and drove towards the south of the British Isle. past.

　　According to the plan set by Arturia in advance, they need to arrive at the southern border of Camelot first, meet Tristan and Bedwell stationed in the south, and listen to their opinions on the matter.

　　Then turn west again, head to Liao Dekuan Kingdom, and complete negotiations with other kings who are also headed to Liao Dekuan Kingdom.

　　However, if it is said to be a negotiation, in fact, it is just going through the motions.

　　According to Artoria, all the details had already been negotiated by another Knight of the Round Table, Lord Lanmalock.

　　As for Mordred, the meaning of his existence is nothing more than a mascot placed on the table.

　　This is also the reason why Artoria herself is reluctant to go there in person.

　　But of course.

　　In addition to this, the reason why Artoria let Mordred meet those kings actually has another meaning:

　　"This is my son, who will (may) inherit the Camelot King's business in the future. You should take this opportunity to get to know each other first, so as to avoid embarrassing fights if you don't meet each other in the future."

　　Simply put, this is an opportunity to help Mordred to brush his face and increase his reputation.

　　For Mordred, this is also a very important signal.

　　Because this means that Artoria has officially accepted and recognized the identity of his successor, and began to wholeheartedly cultivate him in the direction of the successor.

　　"Huhu, my father has finally become my shape."

　　Along the way, Mordred bragged about it with Guinevere a lot.

　　To be honest, among so many people, Artoria is definitely the most stubborn, stubborn, and most difficult person to attack Mordred has ever encountered.

　　She doesn't eat oil or salt, she doesn't eat hard or soft, and she has a set of values ​​that belong to her - the kind that normal humans can't understand at all.

　　It is a very good thing to be able to talk with such people.

　　And Mordred not only kept talking, but even used his actual actions to gradually change Arturia's concept, causing it to undergo a huge change in silence.

　　Mordred has reason to think that this is a pretty remarkable thing.

　　"No matter how hard I try, the father and king should be able to realize that he is insufficient, and then pass the throne to me."

　　"At that time, I will let you be the princess of Camelot, how about that?"

　　Mordred, who was carrying the carriage, said to Guinevere with a smile.

　　There is no need to worry about CC - Mordred's status is that of the Queen of Britain, and even the Queen of the Roman Empire, and there is no conflict with Princess Camelot of Guinevere.

　　However, his statement made Guinevere, who was sitting in the carriage, instantly flushed:

　　"spit!"

　　"You are shameless, and I want to be shameless!"

　　She laughed softly and scolded, and the sound like a silver bell kept coming from the carriage, and she moved forward with the carriage.

　　……

　　The carriage was not very fast.

　　This was because Guinevere had to be taken care of and the road should not be too bumpy.

　　In addition, Mordred is not very skilled in driving a carriage, and he will always involuntarily go to those inaccessible and beautiful places to drill.

　　In a sense, it was actually more of an outing.

　　Also, the food on the carriage was plentiful.

　　Mordred asked for a lot of wine and candied fruit from Vivian - this was a gift they brought to those kings, but they didn't expect them to end up in their own stomachs.

　　In this way, the burden on the horses was reduced, and Mordred and Guinevere had a great time playing, which could almost be regarded as a perfect travel plan.

　　It's just that the trip was a little delayed.

　　The itinerary that could have been reached in three days, forced Mordred to delay it for seven days.

　　It was not until the evening of the seventh day, when it was dark, that Mordred took Guinevere leisurely and rushed to the place where Tristan and Bedwell garrisoned.

　　From a distance, this is a somewhat dilapidated city.

　　The mottled city walls silently tell the suffering that the city has suffered, but when Mordred walked into the city, he found that the city is now empty.

　　Except for the place where the soldiers lived, all the other houses were crumbling and looked like they would collapse at any time...  

　　Along the way, Mordred didn't even encounter a few living creatures.

　　"The city is literally dead."

　　Mordred said so.