I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"Mother, mother! What did you eat this morning?" the girl asked.

"Mm. Apple puree, bread, and milk." She said with a smile.

"Ah...? Are these again?" The girl flattened her mouth and said with a look of disgust, "I don't want to eat these."

"Then what do you want to eat, Mordred?" She put down the knife and apple, picked up the girl, and looked at the girl tenderly with those holy blue eyes.

"M..." Mordred thought for a while, finally looked at the apron propped up on his mother's chest, and said, "I want to eat my mother's milk!"

"You're past the age of breastfeeding, don't mess around." She shook her head and refused without hesitation.

"M... I know. Then I have to sit on my mother's shoulders!" The girl said with a smile.

"This is fine, but you have to sit still."

"Hmm!"

She sat the **** her shoulders, then picked up the knife again and made breakfast.

The girl sat on her shoulders, humming a little song, shaking her body, and when she was about to fall accidentally, her hands subconsciously grabbed her mother's long golden sideburns.

"M..." The corners of her eyes were so painful that she couldn't help but twitch, trying to control her tone, and said: "Mordred, stop making trouble. I'm very hurt!"

"Oh..." The girl stopped making trouble.

She made breakfast, put it on the table, and put the **** the chair.

The girl was quickly destroying the food, and she was sitting aside, just looking at the girl tenderly with those holy blue eyes, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Mother, mother. Don't you want to eat?" the girl asked.

"You eat first," she said.

"Yeah!" The girl smiled and continued to fill her belly.

In fact, she is also quite hungry, but she is not sure if the child will have something to eat if she eats first.

But it should be said that he is indeed a child who has inherited her lineage. He is only three years old, but his appetite is already very big.

In the end, she just ate an apple to fill her hunger.

After tidying up the mattress, looking at the big moist map on the mattress, she had a headache.

"You are wetting the bed again, Mordred." She was a little distressed.

"This... this is also something that can't be helped. Who calls me a child? I can't control it at all! When I dream of water in my dream, it comes out. Moreover, such a big map is not everyone. It can be drawn! You have to praise me, mother!" The girl puffed up her cheeks. This is not ashamed, but proud of it, and I don’t know who I learned from.

There should be no such talented person among the people that this girl has contact with.

She had a headache, but she still washed the bedding and dried it in the manor. This was the girl who was so energetic that she did not look like a child to go to Taylor Beer's administrative hall to complete her government affairs that belonged to the lord.

When Taylor Beer's pedestrians saw her, they all greeted her, everyone with a smile on their lips, and they were doing work.

No one has any doubts, all the corners of their mouths are filled with smiles, looking forward to a bright future.

Of course, the eternal king had already taken away Britain's lament, along with himself.

He took away the sigh, but left hope and goodness on this land.

After the king left, the dynasty also operated very steadily.

On the external front, the surrounding countries did not dare to covet the dynasty and chose to surrender and pay tribute.

Even the mighty conqueror Attila who trampled and ravaged the European continent, although he often committed small-scale infringements, but after being repelled, he did not dare to easily engage with the dynasty, and has strictly guarded the division of the eternal king with them. The boundaries of power.

As the lord of Tyler Bill, she handled Tyler Bill's government affairs, and the energetic child was running around.

She doesn't worry about who the child will be bullied.

Although she was still very young, the dragon's factor made her more powerful than ordinary people.

With this child's temperament, she is usually pretty good if she doesn't bully others.

It's true.

I really don't know who the character of this child is inherited from.

Today, it is customary for her to take the child to apologize to the parents of the boy who was bullied so much.

"Obviously he was the first to provoke me, why did I apologize in the end?" The girl was very dissatisfied.

"But you beat him to tears."

"Who told him to laugh at me as a child without a father!" the girl yelled dissatisfied.

She didn't speak anymore, her heart was full of guilt.

She is full of love for this child, and she tries to enrich and make up for this child with her love. But this is the only thing she can't make up for.

Fortunately, although this child is sometimes wronged, he is a heartless and carefree person.

I was aggrieved with my mouth flat a moment ago, but I went to chase the butterfly a moment later.

The running energy made her a little afraid of the child falling.

At night, after cooking dinner for the child, she washed the dishes and put on a new layer of bedding.

"This is the last mattress. The others have not been dried yet. If we wet the bed again this time, we will have to sleep on a wooden board tomorrow." She reminded earnestly.

"Hehehe... Then I will sleep in my mother's arms, and the only one sleeping on the board is my mother." The girl said with a grin.

She has a headache again, this kind of rascal style... How does this child grow crooked?

Lying on the bed, the girl tossed over, unable to sleep, looked at her, and said, "Mother, mother. I can't sleep, you can tell me some stories."

"Okay. That was a journey of lilies, the young eternal king..."

"I don't want to listen to this." The girl squashed her mouth and said: "It's this story every time. I want to listen to other things."

She was worried. "I don't know many stories, Mordred."

"That--," the girl rolled her eyes and said with a grin: "You can tell me the story of you and your father. You always say that he died in battle. How did you meet him?"

"Well...mu, it was in a manor..." She told her story in the manor, deliberately concealing some directional information.

"This story is really good." The girl said with a grin, but she was a little strange in her heart. Why does this story sound a bit like the previous story?

The girl didn't know, but gradually, she felt a little sleepy.