"What do you think of the throne?" Again by the sad thing in advance, Morgan's mood suddenly fell again.

Although Qi Wuce felt a little guilty because of this scarring thing, after thinking about it for so long, he probably understood the crux of Morgan's problem - failing to inherit the throne.

Morgan wasn't the kind of person who was very keen on power, as Qi Wufu, who had spent a decade with him, knew all too well. Since it wasn't for the rights, at least things weren't that bad.

"I don't really care much about the throne, and the reason why I'm sad is entirely because my father didn't consult me at all and arranged the throne under the sense of betrayal......" Morgan confided to Qi Wuce without reservation.

As Morgan confided in him, Qi Wuce was relieved. That's all there is to it, and Morgan will figure it out for himself in the next question.

If you don't care about the throne, then the anger and grief caused by being betrayed by your father are really not worth mentioning.

After all, Uther had been dead for so many years, and Morgan didn't have to continue to grieve or anger at a guy with only bones left.

Although Qi Wuce wanted to directly say something like "Your father has been dead for so many years, why bother with a dead man", such words made Morgan directly understand the problem.

But reason told him that this would indeed make Morgan figure it out. But he certainly had to learn a lesson from Morgan.

As expected, Morgan quickly fell into deep thought after saying that. Qi Wuce was not in a hurry, just sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Morgan to figure things out.

After a moment, Morgan looked up. The flawless emerald eyes of Artoria were once again highlighted.

"Well, it seems that senior sister has figured it out."

Qi Wuce breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, comforting and enlightening a person was more of a headache than studying the magic of flying to the moon, but fortunately, this is the end of the matter.

"Thank you, my dear junior brother." Morgan got up and kissed Qi Wuce's forehead lightly.

Morgan's sudden attack made Qi Wuce a little helpless for a while. He wanted to follow this instinct to dodge this move, but he could only stop dodging considering that Morgan was still in a bad mood just now.

"The rice is cold, let's eat first, senior sister. Remember to have a good rest tonight, so be it, junior brother, I will leave first. Qi Wuce, who was kissed on the forehead by Morgan, was a little flustered, and hurriedly left Morgan's room after saying goodbye.

Looking at Qi Wuce, who was leaving, Morgan covered his mouth and chuckled, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Day 2.

As always, Qi Wuce got up very early, because he had to prepare all kinds of props, he didn't even eat breakfast, so Qi Wuce picked up some things in the material library and went to the underground workshop.

Recovery potions, antidotes, anti-magic metal bombs, smoke grenades, flashbangs, poisons, potions, and traps to be blended, as well as other special utility items.

Although these props can be replaced by magic tricks now, there is no harm in making extra preparations. After all, for Britain, which is full of mystery, there may be a time when magic will not come in handy.

It took Qi Wuce a whole day to make props, and it wasn't until the night that Qi Wumo walked out of the workshop.

"Senior brother, you seem to be very tired, come and rest here."

In the living room, Morgan was drinking tea while holding the Demon Dao Book to study, and she was very happy to greet Qi Wuce after seeing him come out.

"It's Senior Sister, don't you sleep so late?"

Qi Wuce glanced at the clock on the wall that had been made in his spare time three years ago, and it was showing twelve or sixteen midnight.

"I'm not that tired today, so it's okay to go to bed a little later."

"Hawkers, senior sister, if you're not afraid of premature skin aging or dark circles or something, then staying up late is indeed not a problem." Sitting beside Morgan, Qi Wuce touched a teacup and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Senior brother, your mouth is really pleasing to girls." Except for a woman who does not regard herself as a woman, there is no woman in this world who does not love beauty, and Morgan is no exception.

It is precisely because of this that when he first heard Qi Wuce's words, Morgan subconsciously panicked and almost didn't even hold the teacup steady.

"It's just a casual remark, anyway, senior sister, didn't you also come up with a lot of magic tricks for maintenance?" didn't care about Morgan's irony, Qi Wuce shook out Morgan's research on beauty products.

I think that at the beginning, he also used Morgan's formula to concoct a lot of beauty potions to exchange benefits for those extravagant British women.

"Speaking of which, Senior Sister, how are your research on android technology and illusion doing?"

The conversation between Qi Wuce and Morgan always starts with the study of magic, and they often talk about it before drifting to other aspects.

"It's progressing well, but I'm still bothered by some technical troubles with androids."

"Distressed? It makes me happy to say it. ”

The words were blurted out subconsciously, and when Qi Wuce, who was in a state of fatigue after a busy day, realized that he had said the wrong thing, it was already too late.

"Senior brother, if you don't want this mouth, senior sister, I can tear it up for you."

Morgan's speed of action is always faster than speaking, and when she finished saying this, Qi Wuru's entire face was almost torn into a circle by the pair of devil's claws.

After a while, under Qi Wuxue's desperate efforts, Morgan finally let go of his hand. Sisters are always creatures that are big demons, even senior sisters are no exception.

Resistance is not daring to resist, it is impossible to resist in this life, quarreling and not daring to quarrel, is to quickly beg for mercy, in order to save his life.

"So what's the problem? If you say it, I might be able to help you solve it, Senior Sister. Rubbing his sore face, Qi Wuce felt that he couldn't even speak after Morgan's devastation.

Morgan stared at Qi Wuce, his heart was full of regret for the other party, her junior brother was good at everything, she was handsome enough, her martial arts were strong enough, and she could do housework. But it's perfect, and what is missing is a mouth that can't be cured, and if it collapses from time to time, it can make people so popular that they smoke in seven holes.

"Well, I seem to be in a difficult position about how to make human beings gain their own consciousness." There is enough qi, but the question always has to be asked.

"Is it a mistake in the elements that make up the soul that causes the artificial person's self-consciousness to be blurred?"

When Qi Wuce said what the problem was, Morgan was suddenly surprised and couldn't help it.