[Comprehensive] Enkidu

"Then, let's settle the matter like this."

The crossed hands are placed in front of the table. It is hard to imagine that these hands have experienced countless fights, and they are as elegant and delicate as an artist with hairpins.

Wang Qingyue's eyes followed all the Knights of the Round Table present, and fixed on his nephew Gao Wen.

"If there are no other objections, the meeting will end. Gao Wenqing will stay for a while later. I have something to arrange for you."

This is not the first time that this has happened. In recent months, or even earlier, Wang used to leave Knight Gawain after each round table meeting. As for what was discussed, the others did not know.

Everyone's eyes are full of warm blessings, only Mordred's eyes are full of eternal mist, staring at his elder brother without any warmth, even the same mother Gawain doesn't know Mordred's With his true identity, he naturally wouldn't understand his inexplicable hostility.

"Why did the king summon Gao Wen frequently during this time?"

When the Knights of the Round Table left the hall one after another, Tristan stretched, yawned and asked Lancelot, who was leaning on his shoulder with his hand.

There were no battles in the past six months. Except for Aggavin and Geraint who guarded the sea line, the other Knights of the Round Table who stayed in Camelot had no wars or extra work, and had a lot of free time. Tristan was getting lazy.

Lancelot has always been strict with etiquette, urging himself to exercise when he has nothing to do, and occasionally he will think of a foreign princess named Guinevere.

Guinevere is no longer called a princess. After the death of King Liao Dekuan last year, she launched a coup with lightning speed and has successfully ascended the throne to become queen.

[No one stops me from studying magic and forces me to marry. 】

The Queen was delighted to write this in her reply to Lancelot.

Withdrawing his thoughts from the woman he admired to Tristan's words, Lancelot pondered.

"I think Wang should plan to let Gao Wen exercise his abilities well."

"Exercising...ability?"

Bedivere asked suspiciously.

"The king did not marry a wife, nor did he give birth to an heir. If there is a suitable heir to the throne, only Gao Wen can be qualified." However, Gao Wen still needs strict training and hard work to become a qualified king.

Even if King Arthur is now in his prime, it is definitely not time to choose an heir.But no matter how urgent it is, a suitable successor is needed, which can not only appease the people, but also make the country more stable.

Even though I don't like the witch in the deep palace who caused accidents for them from time to time, I have to admit that Morgan has the most orthodox blood, and even Gawain has an orthodox identity. As long as King Arthur elects him as the next monarch, the whole country No one from top to bottom will have any objections.

"If Gao Wen becomes the heir, I will offer my most sincere joyful blessings."

Tristan sighed, his handsome face was even more sad.He didn't know why he was a little envious of this cheerful and unruly friend. His uncle was afraid of his blood and drove him out of the country. That king was definitely not as broad-minded as Arthur.

Fortunately, he was able to meet Arthur and every partner in the round table. Even though he was cursed by a sad fate, he still felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

They were all happy for their friend's future, only Mordred didn't participate in the discussion, those words made him feel extremely noisy, and there was a surge of malice that he had never understood in his chest, and he quickened his pace and quickly threw away the surrounding people colleagues one by one.

Their surprised eyes disappeared around the corner. Mordred covered his heart and hid in a hidden room in the corridor.

......feeling bad.

It was more sad than being reprimanded by his mother for failing to kill animals. On that day, his mother threw his food to the wild dogs. He didn't want his things to be robbed, so he killed one wild dog after another with his bare hands. The food was trampled so hard that no one could eat it.

As a result, he was seriously injured and his body functions almost completely failed.But he is also very happy, because he guards what belongs to him, even if he no longer wants it, it can only be destroyed by him.

King Arthur's throne is his treasure, and he is the orthodox heir to the throne.

No one can snatch what belongs to him, not even his elder brother who has the same blood.

One paranoid thought after another appeared in his mind, and Mordred suppressed and let out heavy panting, until the knights of the round table worried that his words would gradually disappear in their sensitive hearing, then he opened the door and walked towards Morgan.

"Oh, did my younger brother really do such a thing?"

Morgan stroked the delicate black rose in his hand, put it in a vase, and called Arthur her brother for the first time.

But she didn't even look at the boy standing in the dark corner, compared the position of the flower, and adjusted it to the most perfect arc, with a gentle smile that Mordred had never seen in her tone.

"That kid, Gao Wen, hasn't seen me since he lost his temper with me, and he didn't even know that such a big thing happened."

She didn't expect that Arthur would choose Gawain as his successor despite the fact that she had been against him for so many years. Even though she still couldn't understand this half-brother, it was the first time she admitted him At least did one thing right.

"But mother, you once said that you want me to be the next king."

Morgan's curse still rings in Mordred's mind, and she orders him to take Arthur's place, but the witch seems to have long since forgotten.Like an ordinary woman, she was moved by her son's outstanding achievements, but this son was not him.

"Don't you like the game of playing knights? Wouldn't it be good to continue like this? After I kill Arthur and let Gawain succeed you, you can continue to play this game and serve Gawain."

Morgan finally looked at Mordred squarely, and the child she conceived by magic looked at her with an incomprehensible expression.

Because he was in her room, he took off the helmet that concealed his real name, and that face became more and more similar to his father as the years went by, making her see in a trance the King Arthur who had just come to the throne to face her aggressively and neither humble nor overbearing.

It made her feel...disgusted.

"Mother, your words are so cruel."

Compared with Arthur's clear blue eyes, the color of Mordred's eyes is deeper, like densely packed aquatic plants wrapped around the bottom of the water, devouring the surrounding vitality, no matter how weak the light is, it cannot be separated out.

Morgan was taken aback for a moment, and then a gloomy anger appeared on his face.

"Why, you still want to talk back to your mother? I created your life, I raised you, and your mission is to end Arthur's dynasty. Even if you can't do this kind of thing well, you still want to take the throne, not to mention you have no The ability to govern."

From the very beginning, Morgan had no intention of letting this son, who looked exactly like her younger brother, inherit the throne. She taught Mordred only the ability to kill.

Compared with other children, Mordred knows all her darkness, her true face without any warmth, and gradually changed from a kind child who once harbored weakness to a cold appearance. How could she trust her back to her? On her son, who is the same as her, God knows that one day he will suddenly stab her while she is not on guard.

"I can study, I'm no worse than my brother, why do you think I can't do what he can do?"

Mordred moved closer to Morgan, trying to grab his mother's shoulders.Before he could get close, the pampered woman's slender and beautiful hand waved away the first close movement between mother and child.

"Do not touch me."

The witch's voice was colder than ice, and there was a faint sarcasm in it.

"Mordred, think about it, you are just a short-lived artificial human. Even if I give you this opportunity to compare you with Gawain, you will not live for that long. Be a good king, huh, no kidding It's..."

She has never regarded Mordred as her son, but it is just a replica of her and Arthur's blood. If she has more Arthur's blood, she can create many people who recognize themselves obediently and treat themselves as tools "Mordred" will not cause the current out-of-control situation.

Morgan nodded slightly, looking at this son who also flowed with the blood of King Arthur, admiring his uncontrollable painful expression, as if one day he could see the final outcome of the proud young man who claimed to be able to save Britain and seize her throne.

Something fell from his eye socket.

It was crystal clear, as if the raindrops in the sky had fallen on the dry land, the difference was that with the falling of these liquids, somewhere in the heart, the faintest light there had been extinguished with the cold wind that hit the evil words.

Is he... crying?

Mordred raised his hand blankly, staring at the weightless tears in his palm in bewilderment.

The witch's room had just been closed through a door, and it was not until the last moment that his mother left him with an indifferent and indifferent back, and he realized that she was not bad at expressing, but that she really didn't "love" him. "Emotions.

Why is he crying?

Probably because the mother's room was too dark, and she couldn't accept the stress reaction caused by the harsh sunlight outside.

Mordred couldn't remember that his body was fully adapted to the situation, and frantically searched for a reason to escape like a child.

To be alive, for Mordred, perhaps it is not a lucky and happy thing.

But it has to be proven.

Father's love, mother's love, there is always something that he has not lost, and he can hold it firmly so that it will not be snatched away by others.

He wanted to be the proud son of King Arthur, and as the result of the proof, the supreme throne.If he could be recognized by King Arthur, even if he died at the last moment of this thorny road, he would have no regrets.

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