The city of London, once known as the fog, is now overcast, and the pedestrians on the road are also in a hurry, both gentlemen and ladies have placed black umbrellas in their hands or under their armpits, ready to guard against this dim and damp weather, and perhaps in the next second, the pouring rain will envelop everyone in it.

In the Lambeth borough of the city of London, at the entrance to Windsor Castle on the banks of the River Thames, stands an old Gothic vertical building, where many British monarchs have chosen their final burial grounds, and it is not only because of its appearance that it is full of historical deposits, but also because of its culture and the major events that have happened to it.

St George's Cathedral, the heart of Puritanism, is the only building in London where the name is found, although there are other hospital schools in London that bear the same name.

The evening sun shines through the colorful colors of the stained glass of the cathedral renders the empty and cold hall, showing a solemn and solemn atmosphere, and the knights' medals and sword flags hanging in the inner hall of the church reflect the colors of metal in the bright light.

Each of them was a hero of England, of course, and so was he now, but he had not yet been canonized in this church, and there were not many places in modern England that needed knights to protect, and he lacked a piece of merit.

Yes, this handsome man, who looked to be about thirty-five or sixteen years old, and no longer looked young, was one of the three major factions in England. The leader of the chivalry', one of the three pillars that ruled the whole of England, of course, although he did not look young, but this gentleman who had groomed his neat blonde hair was holding his head up, showing off his sword-like handsome appearance completely, coupled with the dull armor that reflected the glimmer of metal, if it was at other social occasions or balls, I am afraid that there would be countless ladies and nobles who would have a romantic evening with him with fascinated eyes.

Now, at about seven o'clock in the evening, as the nun on duty fumbled in the dim space to turn on some switches, the huge chandelier that seemed completely out of place in the classical hall suddenly lit up, and the light of modern technology dispelled the gloom in the church hall and the shadows brought by the night.

"Coming here in this tin can, it doesn't seem like you have any sincerity in negotiating?"

The girl wearing a long skirt with complicated and intricate patterns pushed open the door of the front hall, her face was as soft and lovely as a baby, if she turned sideways, she could see the gorgeous blonde hair like a waterfall behind her was folded twice by a huge hairpin and neatly carried behind her, looking like a princess, like a noble lady, like an empress, but not like a religious person, those so-called pure and ethereal, peace of mind and indifference, from her body at all.

"I can already smell the smoke of gunpowder, and since war may start at any time, then we, the knights of England, will naturally take our own weapons and wear armor to protect ourselves......"

He didn't finish his sentence, but very ingratiatingly threw the rest of the relationship to Lola Stuart, the puritan-looking supreme bishop of the Puritans, who in the final analysis were only two of the three major factions in Britain, and the 'royal faction' was the symbol of true Britain and an important force that could determine the future direction of the country.

"So, hasn't the royal faction arrived yet?"

This group of guys who can achieve the position of leader is not a human spirit, although Lola Stuart looks like a simple girl who does not know the world, but in fact, she has been like this for more than a hundred years, and the long life brings long-term insight and long-term patience, the girl-like Supreme Bishop is holding a pergola, and it is very funny to look outside the door of the church, just a few words, and the topic is led to the royal family who has not yet arrived.

"If the members of the 'royal faction' don't arrive, then what we have negotiated is nothing more than a piece of paper, haven't they told you what is going on?" ”

The handsome knight master walked up to Bishop Lola from under the sword hanging from the wall, and of course, the heavy metal boots made a dull sound on the marble floor, and the nuns on duty next to him were all focused on the knight's back—for fear of being trampled on by him.

"Her Majesty is currently using the 'royal faction' to gain deep control over the police and parliament, and they need to maintain stability in the country, and they don't have time to focus on it for the time being, so ......"

The Knight Master bowed his head slightly in front of Bishop Lola, not as a sign of submission, of course, but because Miss Lola Stuart was a little too short compared to the tall Mr. Knight. The church is greater than the royal family, the knights are greater than the church, and the three pillars of England are like a colossal chess rule, which are connected with each other to maintain stability.

"So, is it still under our control about what happened on that plane?"

As she spoke, the Celestial Chief's gaze remained fixed on Lola Stuart's eyes, and even a blink of her eyes could not escape the Knight's sharp gaze, but unexpectedly, the Puritan Supreme Bishop did not ponder, but shook his head slightly, and then vetoed the Knight's Chief's question.

"Not sure. ”

"Of course, we can be fully prepared, after all, it is at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, and anything may appear, for example, please ask your knightly gentlemen to clear a runway for an emergency landing or something. ”

Lola Stuart also seemed to sense that her height seemed to be difficult to suppress her momentum in the negotiation, so she explained while reaching out to the reception table next to her.

"Thirty minutes ago, I got word from the Wind Ahead, and she told me that the Water Behind was on the same plane as the Fantasy Killer, and I don't think that ordinary hijackers can outperform a saint who has only twenty saints in the world. ”

With that, Bishop Lola pressed down on her gorgeous dress, sat down at the first seat of the reception table, and then finished her final exclamation with a smile as gentle as that of Yamato Nadeshiko.

"Isn't it!"

"With William here, it's really enough to see the end. ”

The Knight Master was silent for a while, but finally let out a long sigh and agreed with Lola's opinion, William, as one of the few friends of the Knight Master, believed in the other party's abilities just as the other party believed in him.

"Then wait for our hero!"

Lola Stuart chuckled.