Chapter 88: Respect the Legend

"Mordred..." Annuo listened to Lancelot talk about what happened during this period, murmured this familiar name, and thought carefully.

He doesn't have many memories of the past years left, but a few of them are firmly remembered.

One of them is that Britain was destroyed at the hands of Mordred.

The magnificent palace built by King Arthur was destroyed by his son.

"Can you take me to see that knight Mordred, Lancelot?" Annuo's hair and beard became more gray, basically turning gray, and the black ones were gone.

Mordred was Morgan's son, and it was Morgan who ordered the destruction of Britain.

His eyes were filled with pain.

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"Sir Mordred." Lancelot greeted Mordred who was doing knight training.

"Sir Lancelot." Mordred put down his sword and replied breathlessly.

"Someone wants to meet you." Lancelot smiled kindly at his junior.

"But... I'm training." Mordred's energetic voice had a hint of embarrassment.

"Well, it's my father who wants to see you." Lancelot spread his hands, "You said you always wanted to see him."

"Is that Annoqing who wants to see me?!" Mordred responded in surprise.

The person she admired, her father Arthur, was naturally the unshakable first, and the second was Annuo, who dedicated his life to Britain.

As for her mother Morgan Feller, who had always instilled in her the idea of ​​destroying Britain, Mordred loved but did not respect her.

"My father is over there, come with me." Lancelot took the initiative to lead the way.

Mordred hurriedly followed.

She saw Annuo from a distance.

An Nuo was sitting on a bench, still wearing the same precious armor that he had for decades.

He is calm and quiet, like a wall or an ancient tree. Although he is calm, just looking at him will give people a sense of security.

He lost his youthful energy and took on the light of the setting sun.

Mordred's eyes hidden under his helmet looked at the old knight, shining with the sight of an idol.

"You, are you Annuoqing? You sit in the seat of disaster, perform the duties of the iron wall, have experienced countless wars, and cooperate with the king to kill the demon dragon Vortigern!"

As if meeting the little girl of her idol, Mordred trotted up to Annuo, jumping up and down.

Annuo looked at the active Mordred in a daze.

This is not an action that a knight should make, but more like - a child?

He observed the knight who was wrapped tightly in armor and thought in his mind.

He stood up and patted Mordred on the shoulder (Anno is 187cm, Mordred is 154cm): "Young knight, since you have chosen to be the king's arm, then work hard to fight for Britain."

Mordred responded to Annuo excitedly: "Yes! I understand, Annuo!"

After the two talked for a few more words, they separated.

Annuo couldn't help but sigh that the child born from Morganfeller, who had been gloomy since childhood, and Artoria, who had been well-behaved since childhood, was so lively.

How strange.

He looked at Mordred's leaving figure and thought silently.

Lancelot came to Annuo's side and sighed: "Mr. Mordred truly respects you, father. It feels a bit like the little girl Gareth treats us."