American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 971 Father, I think you are more powerful than King Arthur!

Then, holding little Mordred in his arms, Peter turned around without hesitation, walked towards the dusty and rusty exit of the foundry.

As I walked out of the factory gate, the cool night breeze with the scent of earth blew in my face, blowing away the filth in the factory behind me.

He lowered his head and looked at the figure of little Mordred who was holding onto his clothes tightly in his arms.

Peter adjusted his hold slightly, making Mordred more comfortable in his arms.

The cold moonlight shone through the window of Peter's living room, spreading a layer of silver frost on the floor.

The embers in the furnace emitted their last warmth, baking the room dry and comfortable, forming two different worlds compared to the coldness of the abandoned foundry.

Peter carried Mordred up the creaking wooden stairs.

Then Peter walked in and gently laid her on the small bed with clean checkered sheets.

Peter spoke to little Mordred in a low and gentle voice.

He turned around and took out a thick and soft wool blanket from the closet, covered Mordred with it, and tucked the edges of the quilt carefully to ensure that no air would leak out.

Then Peter pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed.

Mordred was lying on his side, facing Peter's direction.

There was lingering fatigue, lingering excitement, the embarrassment of being discovered by her father, and a hint of cautious expectation.

Her little hands tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, and her knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

"Father..."

After a moment's hesitation, Mordred spoke to him quietly.

She suddenly felt that her question was a little clumsy. It was not a question a knight should ask.

Knights should only follow orders, and it is the king's responsibility to judge right and wrong.

Peter didn't answer immediately. He reached out and gently touched her forehead with his knuckles.

"You're very brave, little Morty."

Then Peter's fingers gently slid to her little hand that was tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, and his warm big hand covered her cold little hand.

"This intention, this will to protect, is not wrong."

Mordred's tense body seemed to relax a little.

She could feel the warmth from her father's palm.

"Just like tonight, if you stabbed with that sword, it would not only end the life of a villain, but also end a period of your life... perhaps it could have been just a memory of beautiful light and shadow."

Mordred's breath caught as he listened to Peter's words.

Then Peter gently squeezed her little hand, "You are still young, Morty, your world should have more sunshine."

Mordred didn't say anything, but Peter could feel that the little hand covering hers was no longer so cold.

Peter said softly, "You're too tired tonight."

"Father..."

Mordred's voice was filled with deep sleepiness, yet there was still a hint of stubborn reluctance. "Can...can you tell me a story? Like...like other children."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, with an almost coquettish request that she herself was not aware of.

She longed to fall into a dream listening to her father's voice.

Peter was slightly startled, then the corners of his mouth curled up.

"it is good."

Peter responded, his voice low and steady, "Let's continue with the story of King Arthur, shall we?"

Little Mordred was stunned for a moment, then moved closer to Peter.

"Father, can I ask you a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Who is better, you or King Arthur?"

Peter pondered for a moment, looked at Mordred's expectant eyes, and coughed.

"Probably her, because she's a legendary hero."

Although he wanted to say that he could touch her, Peter was humble in the end.

"But you just defeated Greg easily just now, Father. I think you are better than her."

"Maybe we can give it a try when we meet one day. Who will you support then?"

Peter pinched little Mordred's nose and asked him in a low voice.

"Of course it's you, father! I will protect you, father, and help you defeat King Arthur!"

Peter: "."

Half an hour later, Peter gently placed the book on the desk. He sat quietly beside the bed, watching the little figure on the bed breathing gradually become even and long.

The moonlight fell on little Mordred's face, bathing her in a faint glow.

Peter reached out and tucked the quilt around her again, making sure she was wrapped in warmth.

Then his tall figure stood up in the moonlight and walked to the window.

The little knight finally fell into a dreamless sleep while listening to the ancient legend about King Arthur told by Peter.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter got up and just went downstairs when he received a call from Chandler.

Chandler thanked him and briefly talked about Greg.

One evening, Grieg took his insect friends to what he considered an insect paradise - a burgundy Volkswagen Beetle.

However, he was unaware that the insects had been affected by radiation from Kryptonian fragments.

Inside the car, the insects fled in all directions, and soon gathered into a large swarm, attacking Glig.

After returning from the car, Glig's behavior began to become strange.

To prevent his mother from calling the police, he trapped her in a spider web and killed her.

What happened next is what Peter experienced.

Glig, who has been interested in Lana since childhood, wants to date Lana.

But Neil noticed that something was wrong with Glig and warned Glig to stay away from Lana.

It just so happened that Peter's car was behind Neil's.

Seeing that Peter rescued Neil, he realized that his plan could not be implemented without getting rid of Peter, so he attacked Peter.

"Anyway, Peter, you've been a great help."

Chandler thanked Peter again.

After speaking to Chandler for a few words, Peter hung up the phone.

Peter was a little surprised when he glanced at the little kid wearing a vampire costume passing by outside.

"Is there any festival coming up?"

Peter asked Jane as she came down the stairs.

"Halloween?"

Peter was slightly stunned when he heard that the annual Halloween was approaching.

Does time fly by so fast?

three days later.

The air was filled with hay, dirt, and a hint of... the coming, messy, sweet Halloween.

Peter stood on the porch, running his fingers over the worn wooden railing.

The farm has now been transformed into a bizarre festival stage.

"Bang! Crash—"

Peter turned around and saw a mess at the door of the barn.

Green slime with a suspiciously sweet smell was splattered all over the floor and even onto the wall next to it.

Azu stood in the center of the slime, the hem of his iconic blue uniform and shiny red boots completely ruined, dyed a disgusting yellow-green color.

A'Zu's handsome face was a little distorted, veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes that could emit deadly heat rays were fixed on Loki who was a few steps away.

"Feel sorry."

Loki apologized sincerely, "I was so careless, Zu, my hand slipped."

"Loki!"

A-Zu's voice was low and roaring, like a volcano about to erupt.

"You disgusting guy! You did it on purpose! How dare you stain my uniform?!"

Ah Zu raised his hand and roared angrily: "I will kill you..."

"enough!"

Peter's voice immediately stunned the two men.

Peter first glared at Loki fiercely: "Loki Padrick! Put away all of your 'little surprises' from Asgard right now! If I see them again, you will clean the cattle pens for a month!"

Peter's eyes were sharp and full of unquestionable authority.

The smug look on Loki's face froze instantly. He curled his lips and muttered something under his breath, but still snapped his fingers in annoyance.

The slime on the ground and walls disappeared quickly as if absorbed by an invisible sponge, leaving only a few dark wet marks and a strange smell in the air.