"You are the eldest brother, and you will be the eldest brother forever!"

The world of young people has always been so simple.

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Same airport, just another terminal.

Mr. Gareth has arrived early...after receiving the Queen's secret order.

Because we had never considered what would happen in the [Contest of Power], this time the [Knight Agency] only had Gareth, a descendant of the Twelve Knights, leading the team.

It is actually related to the serious shortage of manpower in Britain. You must know that not long ago, a series of extraordinary events with extremely negative impact occurred in Britain.

The twelve knights scattered throughout Britain were busy putting out the fire.

This time, under the secret order of Her Majesty the Queen, Lancelot was able to come to support, which exceeded Mr. Gareth's expectations.

After all, among the twelve knights today, Lancelot may not be the strongest, but his overall strength can definitely be ranked in the top three. The most important thing is that Lancelot has a relatively stable character!

Smiling and serious in his work, Lancelot is a breath of fresh air among the Twelve Knights who are filled with drug addicts, problem children and even psychopaths.

And women! Women! Women!

"Lord Gareth, the time must have come, why haven't you seen Knight Lancelot yet?"

"Perhaps something went wrong while picking up the luggage. It's still too early to wait and see." Mr. Gareth said calmly.

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As a loyal and righteous knight, you should not be greedy for enjoyment, so even if you are traveling on official business, taking economy class is a virtue.

Even in noisy and crowded environments, you can practice inner peace.

...Her Majesty the Queen said so.

Lancelot believed her even though she was more skeptical. This was simply because Her Majesty the Queen was stingy...

"It shouldn't be checked in."

Standing in front of the conveyor belt, Lancelot sighed quietly... She was not dressed as a deacon at this time, but simply wore a more leisurely dress.

It looks like a model, and no one would associate it with the Twelve Knights of Britain's [Knight Agency].

Finally, the suitcase appeared in Lancelot's sight... She was a little irritated by the wait, walked over quickly, reached out and picked up the suitcase directly from between the two aunts.

But at this moment, another hand with a white glove also grabbed the suitcase's lever.

Lancelot frowned subconsciously and looked at the owner of the white-gloved palm.

He looks like an extremely ordinary guy, in his early thirties, with round eyes, messy mid-length hair tied up casually, wearing a loose cotton shirt... slightly yellowish

appearance.

"This suitcase should be mine... Look, my name is written on it." The man smiled slightly and said, "I think our suitcases are probably the same. Fortunately, there is no confusion."

Lancelot snorted lightly.

She had already seen the note stuck on the suitcase. It was indeed not her name, but it read: Pulin.

"That one should be yours." The man pointed his finger... The conveyor belt slowly brought out another identical suitcase.

As he said that, the man took the initiative to lift the suitcase that had come out. After looking at it casually, he smiled and said: "Lancelot...Miss, that's a very special name."

"Thank you." Lancelot nodded calmly and immediately picked up his suitcase.

"You're welcome." The man smiled slightly, then said goodbye, then pulled his suitcase and slowly walked into the crowd of people leaving the gate.

Lancelot found that this man was really quite ordinary, and she couldn't even remember what this man looked like... He was the kind of man who would not be found in a crowd very quickly.

The only thing I remember seems to be the white gloves on the hands of this man named Pulin.

Thinking about it, Lancelot took out the phone.
Chapter completed!