"Woo-a-aa-aa! This also makes it impossible to live??? Mordred angrily broke the pen in his hand in two and slammed it on the table.

The paperwork in front of Mordred was piled up, and it was shaken by the pen that Mordred threw on the table, and it began to fall to the ground like snowflakes.

No wonder she had such a big temper, the last time she met her father, Mordred, who was idle in her own residence, was assigned a clerical job, sorting out and reviewing some inconsequential documents. I don't know what Artoria thinks, she can make such a play.

There's nothing to say about Mordred's charge, but it's hard to ask her to do these things.

"Really, I'm quitting!!" Mordred couldn't stand such boredom. What's more, her writing skills are really a bit scummy.

The handwriting in the twists and turns of the song, Mordred himself could not see what he had written. Written and scribbled, scribbled and drawn, one by one the black bumps crumbled together on the paper.

It was embarrassing, and the more Mordred thought about it, the more she felt that it was Merlin's old coward who was doing the bad. I guess Merlin is snickering at this moment with his magic observation.

…………………………

"Hey, Mordred, I've been sent to inspect your ......," Merlin smirked and pushed open the door to the room where Mordred worked. I was about to explain the reason why I came and mock Mordred by the way, but as soon as the words came out, I stopped by.

"Hmm~ the aroma of roast chicken." The tip of Merlin's nose twitched, and the ghost came out of nowhere.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by the thick aroma of roast chicken.

"Connoisseur~" The roast chicken in Mordred's hand turned to heat the chicken evenly, "I often create a few handfuls of chicken~"

"Come on, come on, try it, our British roast chicken is delicious (Xinjiang dialect)" Mordred waved the roast chicken in his hand, beckoning Merlin to come over and eat together. It's like a Xinjiang guy selling mutton skewers on the street, just as enthusiastic.

"What am I here for?" called Mordred such a mess, Merlin himself forgot what he was here for, "No matter what, eat chicken and eat ******** chirp." "Merlin eats with a mouth full of oil." Alas, it's so fragrant~"

"No, you're in the house...... Let's chirp, chirp...... How did the chickens come about...... Let's chirp, chirp...... How to roast the chicken??? Merlin asked, slurring, eating.

"......" Mordred did not answer, and buried her head in eating the chicken wings in her hand, as if she wanted to skip the matter.

"I ...... I remember! I'm here to inspect your work! By the way, the taunt ......" Merlin accidentally slipped his mouth and quickly covered his mouth.

"I'll just say who has a brain cramp and arranged this job for me, it turned out to be you!! ~~" Mordred drew his sword with a thud and put it on Merlin's shoulder.

"No, no, no, you're mistaken, I... I'm—" Merlin couldn't make excuses in a hurry, "By the way, what about the paperwork you reviewed?" ”

"Whoa!" Mordred gestured to the roast chicken.

"What does it have to do with rotisserie chicken? I'm talking about paperwork! Oops, I was wrong, can you take the sword away first? ”

"No, I mean, this chicken is roasted with paperwork." After Mordred finished speaking, Merlin took a closer look at the ashes under the roast chicken. I was eating and eating just now, and I didn't notice that the fire that was lit by the Mordred roast chicken was ......

"Ahhhh It's over, it's over! Merlin panicked.

"Don't panic, there's something even more panicked!" Mordred said unhurriedly, as if she wasn't worried about burning the paperwork. "You have eaten this chicken, and when the time comes, I will tell the king that you are an accomplice. You can't run away unless you use magic to fix these papers. ”

"That is."

"Let's work hard!" Mordred gave Merlin a thumbs up in encouragement. She wouldn't tell this bastard that she came up with this trick because she had destroyed all the paperwork.

Mordred wanted to work hard at first, but who made her inherently unfit for such a job. Writing and writing, the words on the paper have become black balls. I can only throw the pot to Merlin and let him cheat with magic, go back to the source, and restore these documents.

Merlin: This is not an innocent lying gun. Asking Mordred to deal with the paperwork was originally proposed by her to Artoria, wanting to see Mordred make a fool of herself. This is exactly the cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution is unpleasant.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Merlin couldn't talk about Mordred, and when she saw Mordred's triumphant smile, how could she not understand?

"Woo hoo, woo woo woo la, bala bala bala, hey hey hey!" Merlin recited the incantation for a long time before he could restore a piece of paperwork.

"Aren't you a national teacher? Aren't you awesome? Mordred asked.

"It's been too long since I didn't use a spell, and it's a little rusty." Truth be told, Merlin is all in close combat.

"Then you can do your own work." Mordred smiled and moved away, "When you're all ready, don't forget to help me write the paperwork." ”

…… Merlin wanted to cry without tears.