Somewhere outside the Camelo Royal City.

In the room, Morgan Le Fey is ready to produce.

After confirming that the child in her belly began to develop, she chose to abandon some and leave Camelo. Before leaving, she left a letter to that good sister. The general content was to not look for me, anyway, you can't find it.

And today is the day when Morgan LeFiet was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to this child destined to destroy Britain.

The magic tutu for maintaining physical strength is carried on the wrist, and the tutu for healing and pain relief is also prepared. At the same time, a large amount of food is also reserved. Morgan LeFie is ready.

A sharp moan came from her mouth. Although she had had four births, the pain was still unbearable.

After a while, Morgan LeFei finally finished giving birth.

The exhausted Morgan LeFiet looked pale, her lips were chapped, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken.

But she was very excited. She held the crying baby girl up and shouted loudly: "Modred! Just call it Mordred! I will not give you the shameless surname Pandragon! You belong only to me, and I created the lion destined to destroy Britain!"

She smiled wildly, cried, grabbed food from the side and stuffed it into her mouth.

A vicious light flashed in his eyes: "Arthur...Artolia..."

...

In the Kingdom of Fisher, Princess Elaine also ushered in production.

But these days, Fisher Kingdom welcomed a special guest.

The guest's name has been forgotten by young people and is only occasionally mentioned among older people.

That's Annuo.

Anno sat in King Fisher's room, his strong body was like an iron tower, and just sitting there without moving would put endless pressure on people.

King Fisher had some guesses about Anno's purpose, so he was very nervous, and the cold sweat on his forehead seemed to be pouring water.

He was very clear about this person's strength. Now many people are discussing the strength of the Knight King Arthur and the Lake Knight Lancelot. However, among those who have experienced those wars, the strongest person in Britain is always the father of Lancelot - the chalk knight, Anno.

"King Fisher, you know, what I want to do." Annuo picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and said this sentence inadvertently.

King Fisher was shocked and said, "Aha, how could I know what Annuqing is coming?"

Annuo glanced at King Fisher, drank all the tea in the teacup, and slowly put down the teacup.

It made a very loud sound.

Anno's long black hair had turned into long gray hair. His eyes were sharp and he stared at King Fisher: "Before the Irish War, my son, Lancelot, came here once as a diplomat."

"Ah!" The king was so scared that he was sweating in his cold sweat in front of the knight.

Annuo did not continue to beat around the bush: "Take me to see your daughter."

“I need to see my grandson.”

His eyes were bright, like a sharp sword.

King Fisher sat weakly on the chair, gasping for breath, and it took a while to recover.

Annuo's momentum just now was like a mountain, and he even felt that he was about to be crushed into a meat pie by the mountain.

Swallowed, he stood up with the table, looked at Annuo, and smiled awkwardly: "An, Annuoqing, I, I will take you to see my daughter now."

His legs trembled and opened the door for Annuo, leading the way himself.
Chapter completed!