Is the Death Row Plan really perfect? Or rather, is there really a need for the so-called Death Row Plan?
Gareth contemplated the future of Old Dunling, but suddenly realized the envisioned future had long strayed onto the wrong path, advancing triumphantly down a dark road, and he no longer had the chance to save it.
"Probably... you know, I'm not very good at planning things," Percival said earnestly, as she was only good at executing commands, "Whatever you say, I'll do it."
"Can you execute my orders absolutely loyally?"
Gareth looked at her, he wasn't Arthur, but as the guardian of the Broken Dome, he also had the authority to command the Knight Commanders.
"Of course," Percival couldn't understand why Gareth was suddenly asking this, "Isn't it obvious?"
"Absolutely loyal, without a shred of doubt, even to the point of blind loyalty?"
Gareth continued to press, his eyes burning, eagerly wanting something from Percival.
