The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Because of that person's disappearance, many decisions were stuck in a certain key link. Various departments didn't know who they should look for next. As a result, there were more headless flies in the entire castle and frequent traffic accidents.

Mordred, like Gajeres, impulsively wanted to leave Camelot and act independently.

However, it was suppressed by Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain and Sir Ramorock.

"Are you trying to make the kingdom built by your Royal Highness finally collapse?!"

It always feels that the gentle and gentle Sir Lancelot showed such a serious look for the first time, "The most important thing now is to activate the emergency system to suppress the riots. Now the king is fighting the invaders, we can’t give He troubles!"

But what should that person do?

Although rationally accepting Sir Lancelot's arrangement, Mordred emotionally found it unacceptable.

"With Guiwei's character, she will be fine for the time being."

In private, Sir Lancelot explained to him like this, "The top priority now is to solve the problems that may occur, so that we can free up time to search for her whereabouts. All this requires information from various departments. Cooperate."

After a slight pause, Lancelot's expression became unusually firm, "I won't let her have something to do. So... now what I need most is time!"

Seemingly not understanding.

However, Mordred also knew that as the main member of the Knights of the Round Table, he could not leave Camelot without authorization.

That is the bondage called "responsibility".

It's just... very unwilling?Always want to do something for that person...

"Mordred."

Then Mordred heard someone calling his name like this.

Who?

Looking up, what I saw was the image of a woman reflected on the water, like a phantom.

Long black hair, green eyes, and a cyan pattern on the forehead like eyes.

"..."

The trembling feeling spread throughout the body the moment he saw that person clearly.

Some suppressed memories came to life in my mind.

How can you forget?How can I forget...

This person...is...is...

"You have done a good job. It is really hard to successfully enter the core part of Camelot."

As if not seeing Mordred's flinching, the woman showed a smile that was close to twisting, "I didn't expect you to be able to do this. It really makes me feel relieved as a mother..."

You are not my mother!

Mordred was roaring in his heart, and at the same time, he was panicking for the memories resurrected in his mind.

How to do?What should he do?

If we continue according to the plan of this woman named "Morgan", that person... that person will be in danger!

"Your mission is over, so next is what I have to do."

With such a sentence, Mordred only felt that his consciousness began to blur.

There was another voice and another thought, which was gradually invading his mind—it belonged to the thought of the woman named "Morgan".

No...this way...no...

Although he tried his best to resist, the function that was engraved into the body when it was made still forcibly suppressed the resistance belonging to "Mordred"'s own thinking.

To inform her... to tell her to be careful...

Any thoughts, ripples in the boundless chaos, and finally returned to peace.

mother……

Intermediate·No Part·End

Chapter 51—Sunny Thunder

So I sighed again, as expected, no one would look for an orthodox knight to fall in love...

Otherwise...Look, the little squid is the best proof.

Having said that, I really can procrastinate the plot. I was thinking about letting Xiao Lanhua come out in this chapter, but in the end Xiaobai ran out and Xiao Lanhua just showed a shadow...

Far-eye ing

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——Although I know that the sky thunder is everywhere in this world now that it is impossible to guard against...

——But I didn’t expect that I would be struck by lightning...

The sense of time passing is very wrong.

Trapped on the high tower of the forbidden demon, my calculation of the day basically can only rely on the rising of the sun and the simple accumulation of straight characters. For me who has always been lazy, it is not one thing to insist on drawing straight characters every day. An easy thing.

Morgan has always maintained the work of persuading if there is no such thing as if there is no persuasion, and Mylangert will often visit the tower from time to time.

But in the same way, it is no less difficult than picking pearls from the mouth of a deep-sea mussel that perceives the danger to get news from the outside world.

But fortunately, Myranget's attitude towards me is quite satisfactory, so life is not very sad.But from Morgan’s occasional self-satisfaction, I have a faint feeling.

Moreover, this vague premonition has become more and more serious in recent times.

Really, what are the knights of the round table garrisoned at Camolot doing now?

Don't tell me that they can't even make the most basic decisions after leaving me!Calculated based on the density and penetration of the intelligence network that Percival and Gareth had in their hands, they should have been able to find this place long ago?

However, based on the time available to me, four or five months have passed, why is there still no movement at all?

The entire kingdom system of England should be functioning normally...

Those greedy aristocrats should have no guts to reach out to Altria’s rations...