Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

Mordred was a little unimpressed by the system's evaluation.

He didn't think that just a"very delicious" evaluation would allow this basket of potatoes to receive blue excellent treatment.

"There must be something special about them."

Mordred casually took out a fist-sized potato from the basket and played with it.

Then, unable to figure out what was special, he lit a bonfire.

And half an hour later——

""Well, it smells quite good!"

Mordred dug the fully ripe potato out of the ashes and broke it into two halves.

The sweet aroma rose with the heat and penetrated into Mordred's nose, making him salivate.

This body was copied according to Artoria's genes, and naturally inherited Artoria's"big eater" attribute. However

, compared to Artoria's attribute of"I am not picky about food, I can accept anything I eat", Mordred is very picky about the types and tastes of food. Anyway

, he would never eat anything that looks up at the stars.

And now——

""Well, this thing is really delicious."

After tasting the potato, Mordred's eyes lit up instantly.

The fully roasted potato was sweet with a hint of burnt flavor. It was delicious and had a wild flavor.

For Mordred, this roasted potato aroused his yearning for delicious food.

How long had it been since he had eaten such decent food?

"Well, thanks to this body, I started eating that disgusting bread when I was a week old, right?"

Mordred recalled, licked his lips uncontrollably, and ate all the remaining potatoes.

"Well, this is the life that people should live!"

Mordred lay on the grass, silently feeling the warmth spreading in his abdomen, and smiled with satisfaction.

Obviously, compared to those cold and hard-to-swallow barley bread, this soft, sweet and fragrant baked potato is more in line with Mordred's appetite.

Moreover, there are more than just baked potatoes.

"French fries, potato chips, potato cakes, potato flour, potato balls... Well, it's getting better!"

Mordred thought happily - at this moment, he had already planned the use of every potato in the basket.

A good life starts with delicious food.

However, after planning the use of these potatoes, Mordred thought of another problem:

"Why haven't I eaten even one dish made with potatoes before?"

Was it because Morgan was deliberately treating him harshly?

Mordred didn't think so.

As for Morgan le Fay, you could say she was twisted, or you could say she was a lunatic. She was basically instilling ideas about the"throne" into Mordred all the time.

But at the same time, as a"mother", she was probably also very responsible.

She always brought some delicious food to Mordred - such as large pieces of mutton, and fruits that were hard to find in this season.

Even though the mutton had not been processed at all and was not delicious at all; even though the fruit was actually very sour and astringent, it didn't even have the effect of quenching thirst.

But even so, it couldn't cover up their advantages: these foods were really scarce.

"Even the barley bread was as refined as possible."

Mordred thought slowly and gradually realized a very important question:

"I'm afraid that the reason why my mother doesn't prepare food made from potatoes for me is not because it is not to her liking."

"It's because... there is no such crop as"potatoes" on this island, right?"

Only this reason is reasonable.

After Mordred thought of this reason, he instantly understood why this basket of potatoes could be rated as"excellent" in the system.

"Shouldn't these crops appear in this era?"

"This is really... an unexpected surprise."

Looking at the basket of potatoes in front of him, Mordred shook his head helplessly.

He knew that the basket of potatoes in front of him probably would not be able to be eaten as food anymore.

But... this was not bad.

He was looking forward to the time when the island fell into a famine due to the mysterious disappearance. What would his stupid father give in exchange for this high-yield and easy-to-feed crop?

"Anyway, I will never change the throne of Camelot."

"However, if I want my father to take maternity leave just by relying on these potatoes... that seems a little bit off."

"We have to find a way to add something else as a bonus."

At this moment, inspired by the basket of potatoes, Mordred suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to play this game with a hellish difficulty.

……

In the evening.

With the setting sun, Morgan, who had been busy all day, appeared in this isolated forest on time.

However, what surprised Mordred a little was that Morgan tonight actually carried a basket of food in his hand.

This was not a normal thing.

Normally, at night, Morgan would throw him directly into the dark forest and let him hunt by himself.

In Morgan's words, this was a kind of martial arts practice.

But in comparison, Mordred was more convinced that this was actually because Morgan did not understand the practice of swordsmanship, so he could only use this method to hone his martial arts.

Fortunately, this body copied based on Altria was still reliable.

The strong physique and the extraordinary magic power allowed Mordred to have the capital to fight against wild beasts in a very short time, and the ancestral intuition gave Mordred the ability to defeat those beasts.

After a month of tempering, Mordred is now the top predator in this forest.

However, what Mordred didn't know was that his rapid progress gave Morgan another illusion.

"It seems... it's time to move on to the next stage of training."

Morgan thought so and gave Mordred a bright smile.

"Eat quickly, my good child."

"After you're full, I'll take you to a fun place."

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