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

The"business" that Mordred mentioned was naturally referring to the debt of 300,000 gold coins.

However, to be honest,

Mordred really did not expect that this mere debt of 300,000 gold coins would actually come to this point.

In Mordred's opinion, isn't it just 300,000 gold coins? Isn't the relationship between them as mother and son worth these 300,000 gold coins?

Even if Vivian really intends to settle accounts with him and his son, Mordred is not afraid at all.

Don't forget that Vivian's body was created by Mordred using the"Perfect Artificial Life Cultivation Device".

It is a creation from a fourth-level civilization, a legendary item, the kind that cannot be bought in the system store.

It must be worth at least 18 million, right?

Mordred thought so, and he had no intention of getting serious with Vivian from the beginning.

However, what Mordred never expected was——

"This body is priceless!"

"It can't be measured by money!"

In front of Mordred, Vivian turned her waist and put on a conceited look.

But Mordred understood the implication of Vivian's words.

"The meaning of something that cannot be measured by money... is that it is worthless?"

""Mother, are you so stingy?"

Mordred said helplessly.

He really didn't expect that Morgan could be so stingy when he was young.

And about five minutes later.

When Mordred finally realized that he couldn't reach any agreement on money with this stingy mother in a normal way after trying every possible way to persuade her.

"Okay, mother."

"Then I will have to talk to you about the taxation of the fairies in Utopia."

Mordred said expressionlessly.

He looked like"I am just doing my job, please don't embarrass me, mother."

Vivian stared with her eyes and opened her mouth, showing a look of doubt about life.——

"Taxation?" she asked, her voice rising an octave.

""What does the taxation of your human kingdom have to do with our utopia?"

Vivian asked in confusion, staring at Mordred with a rather unfriendly look.

She had reason to suspect that this unfilial child in front of her must have come up with a lame excuse to forcibly seize her property.

However——

"But my father has Rungominiad."

Mordred continued.

His expressionless face was exactly the same as that of Altria when she was handling official business.

"We have lived on this land for generations - even before the founding of Camelot."

"But my father has Lungominiad"

"There has never been a precedent of collecting taxes from us before!"

"But my father has Lungominiad"

"Can't you say something else?"

"My father and I, and I once disintegrated Longominiard"

"……"

Vivian could see that the naughty kid in front of her was clearly using chicken feathers as a token of authority.

Rongomyniad - did he really think she didn't know what that was?

Could a holy spear that was responsible for maintaining the surface of the world and could only be drawn out when the world was in danger of destruction be used so casually?

Vivian had ten thousand reasons to believe that even if she didn't pay the tax, Altria would never use Rongomyniad for such a purpose.

There was no doubt that it was a desecration of the holy spear.

However, Mordred didn't care about this.

He could even find the thousandth and first reason to successfully pull up the anchor of the holy spear.

"The mystery of this world is gradually fading... Utopia has become the only secret place that exists on the British Isles."

"Therefore, I have reason to believe that Utopia has become the greatest source of unrest in the British Isles."

"I suggest that Father directly insert the Holy Spear into Utopia - this way, the trouble will be solved."

"……"

Seeing Mordred's righteous words, as if he was really doing his job impartially, without any personal feelings, Vivian took a deep breath.

She really didn't know how bad she would be in the future.

How could she give birth to such a bad son? ? ?

And a moment later.

After Vivian drank a sip of hot water and calmed down a little,——

""Just collect the tax."

She said resignedly.

Even though Vivian knew that Mordred was just threatening her, the existence of Rhongomyniad was real.

And Altria, who owned Rhongomyniad, was not a"human king" in the general sense, but the"King of Britain" who stood on this mysterious island and commanded all life.

In a word, the protection fee should be paid.

"But, so what?"

"There are less than a thousand fairies in our Utopia. If we calculate based on the tax of one silver coin per person per year, even if we add them all up, we won't pay much head tax in a year!"

Vivian thought proudly.

Anyway, compared to the debt of 300,000 gold coins, such a small amount of tax is not worth mentioning at all.

"Just think of it as a handling fee!"

Vivian's mind was calculating.

However, what Vivian didn't expect was that just when she had worked out a rough account and was about to use the IOU to settle the debt with Mordred,——

"Well, it is true that a goblin only needs to pay one silver coin per year."

"But... who told you that there are only a thousand fairies in Utopia?"

Looking at Vivian's gradually frightened face, Dredd smiled and asked back:

"Yes, mother, I think you have thought of it."

"Restricted by the rules of the utopia, the fairies in your utopia will die every day, and will be reborn in the new day."

"In other words, in your utopia, a thousand new fairies are born every day."

"And these 1,000 new fairies all have to pay taxes."

"What? You said I was making money from the dead?"

"I am the King of the Dead - what's wrong with making money from the dead?"

Taking out the cold Frostmourne, Mordred showed a very cheerful smile on his face.

Today, he taught his mother new knowledge!

He is so filial!