C2586 Victory over King's Horse(39)

One hour later.

"Phew." I'm so tired. Bedivere sat on the bench, panting. He took a sip of Photon Coke to moisten his already dry throat.

"What can be saved from one hundred and fifty people …?" Only twelve people. The Dark Elf youth Desmond, who was watching the long interrogation from the sidelines, ridiculed yet did not lose his manners as he smiled and said, "As expected of artificial men