"Cole?"
Arthur looked at the leading lunatic, stared at that familiar face, and couldn't help but speak. He never expected to see him here, but thinking about it, it made sense — this guy has always lived in Black Mountain Hospital.
Old Cole also noticed Arthur, his excited face suddenly stiffened. He walked towards Arthur with enthusiasm, like two old friends who knew each other well.
"Your Majesty! I didn't expect you to personally come to the battlefield."
Old Cole knelt on one knee in front of Arthur.
Arthur was taken aback, then smiled helplessly and talked to himself.
"Yeah, you've gone mad."
After the helpless smile, Arthur's expression became serious. He also chose to join this ridiculous performance, issuing orders.
"Prepare for battle, Mordred."
This long-shelved title didn't wake much sanity in Old Cole. He remained immersed in his self-woven beauty, excitedly firing his aluminothermic rifle.
