When Yi Lin pushed open the door and entered, her face bloomed with the shyness of a little flower.
Around the table, there were twelve people, seated in a circle.
Just like the legendary "Round Table Knights".
But Yi Lin didn't think so, because the table by design could only accommodate twelve people.
The rest stood straight-backed and well-behaved at the side, not daring to speak out of turn.
Huh?
Poor Nolan was here too?
Impressive!
He actually survived.
Yi Lin originally wanted to greet Nolan, who shouldn't have survived, in a friendly manner, but due to the overly solemn atmosphere, she gave up on that idea.
A moment later, Yi Lin's gaze shifted from Nolan and returned to the most peculiar figure at the center of the Round Table.
The sight of a "person" in a splendid uniform, who cast a look this way the moment Yi Lin stepped into the conference room, greeted her.
