Chapter 275: Secrets and Revelations

Morgan's face turned crimson in an instant.

"Lustful thoughts, laughter... Do you want me to wear a cheongsam? And then, in the palace... completely bare underneath?" Morgan exclaimed, her voice filled with embarrassment and disbelief as she addressed Lott.

This man has a serious face, but his heart is full of indecent thoughts! How shameless!

"Control yourself!" Morgan snapped at Lott, glaring at him furiously.

Lott was genuinely bewildered now. "Can you hear what I'm thinking?"

"Of course, do you think I'm making this up?" Morgan replied, looking at him with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

Seeing Lott's expression change to one of concern, Morgan quickly added, "You don't have to worry. I can't constantly peek into your mind. There are limitations..."

She hurriedly explained the constraints of her ability to eavesdrop on his thoughts. "For example, I've used up all my chances for today. Unless your emotions fluctuate wildly, I can't sense what you're thinking right now."

"That's a relief! Otherwise, if I ever went to Merlin for advice or, say, enjoyed some music, you'd catch me in the act!" Lott said with a playful grin, patting his chest.

Even though he didn't know why Morgan could hear his thoughts, he didn't want to hide anything from her. After all, it wasn't as if he was thinking about anything inappropriate... Well, except maybe those occasional romantic thoughts about his wife.

"Hmph! Don't you dare!" Morgan's eyes widened as she heard Lott's teasing remark. "If you even think about it, I'll shut down every brothel in Camelot!"

"Hey, we're not even in the Middle Ages yet! Isn't it a bit early to be pushing for modern anti-vice policies?" Lott retorted, half-jokingly.

He might not indulge himself, but brothels were a common pastime for many single men, especially someone like Merlin, the notorious old bachelor. It wasn't like he was encouraging it, but still...

"Anti-vice? What is that?" Morgan asked, her curiosity piqued by Lott's strange words.

"Huh? Didn't you hear that in my thoughts? I didn't say that out loud," Lott responded, confused.

"You didn't," Morgan confirmed, shaking her head.

"..."

Lott decided to probe further. "You don't know about my origins, do you?"

"Your origins? Aren't you King Lott of Orkney?" Morgan asked, puzzled.

"No, that's not entirely true," Lott said with a sigh, realizing his identity as a time traveler had remained hidden from her until now.

"So, what do you usually hear?" Lott asked.

"A lot of things, like your plans and even complaints about Camelot. That's why I've been able to handle things so well," Morgan explained.

Lott nodded, understanding now why Morgan always seemed one step ahead. "You really had me fooled!" he said, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

Seeing Morgan's expression turn apologetic, Lott quickly waved his hand. "It's fine. I have a secret to share with you, too. We all have secrets, and it's better to be honest about them."

With a deep breath, Lott revealed, "I'm a traveler from another time and place."

Morgan looked at him, a little confused. "A traveler? Like Ritsuka Fujimaru?"

"Something like that, but I'm more of a soul traveler," Lott explained, nodding. "I came here and took over King Lott's body."

"Oh..." Morgan nodded slowly, accepting the information without much shock.

To her, this man was her husband, no matter where he came from or who he used to be. That was all that mattered to her.

"So, where did you come from?" Morgan asked curiously.

"China, from the 21st century," Lott replied.

Morgan's eyes widened in realization. "So that's why you make such delicious food! Only a great country like China could create such exquisite dishes. And those divine books you have are written in Chinese characters. I was always curious, but I never thought you were from there."

"Yes, I'm from China," Lott confirmed proudly. "I've always been proud of my heritage."

Morgan smiled. "Is that so? Well, then, you'd better keep making those amazing dishes, or I might not acknowledge it!"

"I've got a cheat skill, so it's easy to satisfy you," Lott joked.

Since they were being honest with each other, Lott decided to tell Morgan about his unique ability, the "plug-in."

"Your plug-in?" Morgan raised an eyebrow. She recalled how Lott always seemed to acquire rare artifacts or items. "So, when you said you were going out to fish, you weren't fishing?"

"Well, I call myself a fisherman, but you're right—I never really caught any fish," Lott admitted sheepishly.

Morgan looked at him, half-amused, half-skeptical. "Is that the truth?"

"Of course!" Lott insisted. "If you want, I can take you with me next time."

"Alright, I'll hold you to that," Morgan said, her curiosity piqued.

A few days later, Lott's abilities were recharged.

"Great! I can go fishing again. This time, I'll take you along," he said, grabbing Morgan's hand enthusiastically.

"Okay," Morgan agreed with a nod.

As they stepped outside, they ran into Gawain, who was training nearby. She noticed her parents with fishing rods in hand, ready to head out.

"Mother, are you going to let yourself get influenced by Father like this?" Gawain asked, her voice full of concern.

She couldn't believe her mother would consider such a frivolous activity! If Morgan started fishing too, Gawain would be left handling all the kingdom's affairs on her own. This couldn't happen!

"I'm on official business, not going fishing!" Morgan said sternly, tapping Gawain on the head.

"You don't look like it," Gawain muttered under her breath.

"Watch your tongue!" Morgan warned, giving her daughter a playful knock before leading Lott away.

With fishing rods in hand, Lott and Morgan arrived at the Long River.

The river had grown wider, and the fields and forests on either side were vibrant with life, painting a picturesque scene like something out of a fairy tale.

Morgan took in the beauty around her, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "The air and magical energy here are much purer than outside," she said softly to Lott.