Chapter 520: Tolia's Mother's Class Is Open

Tolia’s mother’s class is now open!

My child's grades are always bad, what should I do?

Quickly use the Merlin brand EX curry stick, it is a precious weapon and you will always have peace of mind. Mothers must remember it!

What? Are you saying that your mother doesn’t know how to teach you?

Hmm... I can't save him, I'll just wait for death and say goodbye.

Without even a moment feeling guilty about being caught, the enthusiastic melon-eaters immediately rushed to the scene and started asking questions.

Question 1: Doesn’t the famous King Arthur know how to teach children?

"——It's not that I don't know! It's just because Merlin has taught too many things and I don't know where to start!"

Artoria waved her hands to drive away the imagination that popped up in Shuo Yue's mind, trying to save her respect: "For me, concepts such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and advanced calculus for elementary school students are difficult. In other words, I don’t even know where to start!”

As we all know, although Mei Liang lacks the emotions that humans should have, he only has a lot of love for Artoria. How could he not teach anything during the thousand years that Dumao stayed in Avalon? Seeing the nightmares of the world with clairvoyance, even if you tell a story casually, it will be enough for the listener to benefit a lot.

It is no exaggeration to say that today's idiots can easily get a few doctorate certificates, but because of the long time accumulation, Artoria is very proficient in all knowledge. Even if she teaches how much one plus one equals, she can still By the way, it is extended to the Fibonacci sequence.

But the question is, can students who need to be taught even one plus one really understand what a sequence is?

"Sure enough, that old bastard Merlin is the most useless." Shuo Yue flipped through the encyclopedia curiously. Beside him, the envy in Jeanne's eyes almost overflowed.

As expected of the legendary kingmaker, that’s great. I also want someone to teach me knowledge...

A village girl who couldn't even do Leticia's exercises prayed so sincerely.

"Ha—that means Master, you have been watching from outside the church!"

On the other side, Mordred grabbed Lion Jie by the collar, bared his teeth and turned as red as an apple: "Asshole, do you have any conscience! I am locked up here to protect you! Let's go! Come on, hurry up!”

"But I think you had a lot of fun..." Lion Jie raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, to be honest, knowledge is an equally important weapon for a king. What's more, your father is very busy right now. Are you sure that the teachings I have made for you will just go away like this?”

Shishi Jie is worthy of being an old father. In just two sentences, he not only did not step on Xiao Mo's minefield, but also successfully expressed her inner thoughts.

This is my father. If he is not fighting, he is on the way to eat! Artoria, who would not even look at her during her reign (the same was true in Chaldea), now on the eve of the decisive battle, she abandoned the proper camp confrontation and seriously planned to educate her!

After realizing this fact, Mordred almost burst out laughing. But what's interesting is that she didn't turn around and leave. Instead, she worked hard to increase Dumbao's anger value while staying in the church honestly. Here, I didn’t leave without saying anything.

As for Artoria, it was even more interesting - before Sakuyue and others came, she held the curry stick five times, swung Avalon three times, and wanted to use the liberation form and the rifle more than ten times... but Until now, she still looked angry, and the Noble Phantasm had not fallen on Mo Zai once.

"It's almost like a parent-teacher meeting..." Shuo Yue couldn't help but twitching her lips when she heard Jeanne d'Arc or Leticia's muttering.

"Do you feel disillusioned? King Arthur and Mordred in the ancient legend did not get tense after meeting, and of course they did not appear to be happy. They only had trivial quarrels - yes, it was like the rebellious period that can be seen everywhere. A child is like an old father whose father’s love arrives late.”

This is not something Sakuyue would say. His tone should be more sarcastic and ruthless.

Leticia looked back in surprise, only to find that Arturia puffed out her cheeks, grabbed the young Destiny by the scruff of his neck, and led him towards the confession room.

"Follow me quickly, Leticia!"

"Eh? But, Lady Saint..."

From the corner of his eye, Shishi Jie caught sight of Artoria and others leaving, so he changed his attitude and suddenly said:

"So, what do you think, Saber?"

Lingxia took her hand and signaled Sieg and Astolfo to come over, clearing a clearing for Lion Jie and Mordred. Facing the sharp gaze under the Master's sunglasses, Mordred felt as if he had been seen through. Yes, he hesitated for a long time and then said:

"Nothing...Master, do you still remember last night?"

"Yesterday? We left Mirenya Fortress and drove to Sighisoara overnight." Shizi Jie recalled doubtfully, "Does this have anything to do with today's situation?"

"Absolutely, I suddenly figured it out on the way." Mordred's eyes were empty. She looked at Lion Jie's puzzled face, but a hazy scene was reflected in her eyes.

It was on a desolate country road, and the car speakers were playing country music with a certain gloomy atmosphere. However, in the silence, Mordred did not feel the awkward atmosphere.

Regarding this situation, Mordred couldn't help but feel a little incredible. During her lifetime, she had never been in such silence with someone other than herself. Either the other person ran away, or walked away, or they hated each other to the point of almost killing each other—mostly one of these three situations.

I have never let my guard down against anyone, and no one has ever opened their hearts to me. The so-called life, the so-called knight, and the existence of myself named Mordred, she always thought that it should be like this.

"...I say."

"Well, what's wrong?" Hearing the rough response of the master, he was not very angry. There were very few cars on the road, and even the music that seemed a bit noisy originally became a simple existence that emphasized silence.

"...Hey, I'm asking you what's wrong?" Lion Jie made a surprised sound. To be honest, I just called him and didn't ask any questions.

So, what did I intend to ask just now?

"Ah... I forgot what I was going to ask."

"Although humans often have such situations, can servants also be like this?"

"It should be, after all, this is our second life, although we don't need to eat and sleep."

"That's obviously the case, but I see that you can eat a lot--"

"Stop making a fuss, it's not because you're hungry, but because you're curious about the taste."

"As expected of someone born on the Dark Island of food."

"Please don't say such bad things that I can't refute, Master."

Boring, boring to the extreme, but even so, I continue to talk about boring topics.

I'm really happy, at least to the extent that I can think "I should be happier if I have wine to drink." Why didn't I talk to others like this when I was alive--it's natural, because my father didn't do this.

So I, who want to inherit my father's business, naturally won't do something that my father refuses.

But, what my father didn't do is so happy. Did my father not talk to people because he was happy? Or did he not talk to people because he was unhappy? Or do they think it is an unnecessary act? Perhaps - all of it.

The goal that my father is looking at is too far away. He has devoted all his efforts to build a peaceful country. Although the knights under her command have also devoted their efforts, they seem too short-sighted.

It is as if letting the villages in the territory dry up is a ruthless and cruel act... They cannot get rid of this concept and cannot see the victory behind it. That is also natural, because "If you don't let the territory dry up, you will lose" is just an assumed future. Maybe you can win even if you don't let the villages dry up? Once you think like this, your distrust of the king will take root in your heart.

...Because it is not others, but yourself as a rebellious knight who incited them with such words.

The king is aloof and lonely, this is a matter of course, and it is an undoubted fact. But... as long as you talk well, maybe it will be better; if you open your heart and deepen your understanding of each other, maybe you can open up another different path.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly silent?"

"Stop talking so much. Of course, as a king, you have troubles that others don't understand."

"Okay, okay, I, the court magician, will just shut up."

Hearing what Lion Jie said, Modred's mind flashed with the image of Lion Jie Jie Li wearing a suspicious robe and with a back bent like an old man, and he burst into laughter.

"It doesn't fit at all! No, Master! First of all, you should start with this face and repackage it."

"Hey, hey. Don't say anything about my appearance, okay? Don't look at me like this, I've always been very concerned about this face."

Hearing this, Modred couldn't help but be a little surprised. Although it was a trivial matter, she had a deeper understanding of Lion Jie Jie Li.

Just by living together for a few days, she knew a lot about someone. If she was willing to talk to others before she died, how much would she know?

If she could talk to the king, would she know more about the king?

It was clearly a past event that had long been thrown into the distance, but she still couldn't forget it.

It was as if the goddess of fate had seen her chaotic thoughts, so now, she stood here and saw her father's serious look, her father's angry look, her father's helpless and even somewhat doting look...

In Britain's remaining knight career, Mordred had never seen Altria express such rich emotions, and that was why she was greedy for this feeling, reluctant to leave, and unwilling to leave.

On the other side, Altria didn't notice Jeanne quietly following behind her. She dragged Shuoyue to the corner, clasped her hands together, and said in a nearly collapsed tone:

"Although I know you are not in a good state, please help me, Lord Shuoyue!"

Daimao meant that Assassin's Shuoyue personality had changed, and the guilty Shuoyue thought that the matter between him and Ta Miao had spread... inexplicably felt guilty.

He didn't need to help. The assassin was not the real body, so he could stay out of it and watch the father-son drama leisurely, and at most make a few comments. What's more, the decisive battle was tomorrow, and helping something that was useless in the war was not in line with the assassin's principles.

But facing Altria's rare "collapse" and "pitiful" expression, Shuoyue unknowingly followed Mordred's footsteps.

After all, who can say no to a silly furry that's flirting with you?

"I understand... I will help you, or rather, us."

"Huh?" Leticia, who was hiding at the door, was stunned when she found Shuo Yue appearing in front of her, casting a shadow on her shivering body with a kind smile.

"Miss, you don't want the teacher to think that you have given back all your knowledge, right?"

Such a strange name was discovered? !

Leticia and Jeanne were startled at the same time, and then they were pulled out of the door by Shuo Yue. Involuntarily, she heard Shuo Yue shout:

"Lingxia, contact Amakusa. How can you let this kind-hearted saint go by for such a thing as education!"

In this way, when Shuo Yue deliberately wanted to make things worse, on the eve of the decisive battle, both red and black were involuntarily involved in a father's re-education of his children.