Chapter 947

Arthur stopped and looked sideways. A boy in a royal Knight's suit stopped him with a sword.

The moment he saw the boy, Arthur's pupils narrowed, his green eyes became deep and terrible, and a strong storm accumulated.

"Step back!" said Mordred coldly, "take another step forward and watch your head."

The boy's clear and pleasant voice had a fierce momentum. He had a killing intention in his eyes for the strange man who rushed into the palace.

The Knights gathered around with swords and dared not approach. Ten years later, those who guarded the palace were not the Knights before.

They didn't know Arthur, but they were frightened by Arthur's momentum at the beginning and didn't dare to approach him easily.

But how do you look... The prince is a little like this strange man?

Is it an illusion?

Arthur didn't take the threat of a little boy to heart. His green eyes looked straight at the woman sitting in the seat.

His dear sister, she has a child!

Heartache, rage, want to kill all the people here.

Arthur clenched his hands, held back the anger in his heart and asked, "who is he?"

Mordred was smart since he was a child. When he heard Arthur's words, he remembered that his mother had said that his father had come back, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

"Bold, how dare you disrespect the queen!" Mordred cut out with his sword.

Arthur ducked slightly from Mordred's attack and grabbed Mordred's collar with his backhand. Although he was very angry, he didn't intend to hurt the child.

After the rigorous training of knights, Mordred is now an excellent little knight.

Arthur didn't try his best to deal with Mordred. He flashed back to avoid Arthur's action and stabbed him again with a sharp sword. Arthur avoided again with a look of surprise in his eyes.

It was too late to investigate why the little boy was so excellent. He calmed his thoughts and fought with the boy wholeheartedly with an attitude of respecting his opponent.

Pet Yu looked at the scene of his father and son "falling in love and killing each other" not far away. His red lips slightly put on a smile and waved his hands to hold back the knight.

No matter how excellent Mordred was, he was a little boy who had never been in actual combat. Arthur got serious and caught him in less than half a minute, took the sword from his hand and held his hands.

"Let me go!" cried Mordred in shame and indignation.

Seeing the rumored father for the first time, Mordred was in a very complicated mood.

Having no father since childhood, he longed for his father to come back. His mother said that his father would come back one day. Year by year, he was very disappointed.

So he loved and hated Arthur.

Arthur twisted Mordred's arm and brought him to the pet.

"Whose child is he?" Arthur asked in a low voice.

In fact, he had an answer in his heart, but he still couldn't believe it. Merlin didn't tell him that she gave birth to a child for him.

All the way to the king's city, he didn't inquire carefully about the queen. He only heard the people abusing and shouting slogans to drive the witch out of the king's city.

Pet stood up and walked over, reaching out and touching Mordred's head to appease his anger.

"What do you think? Whose child will he be?"

Arthur was slightly stunned, grabbed Mordred's hand and unconsciously sent it away, with his deep eyes staring at the pet.

"Morgan..." his voice was mixed with a trace of hoarseness.