As soon as the plane arrived in the UK, it began to rain in the sky. Under Lin Moyang's talking skills, Carlo couldn't wait to behead this "sensible and obedient, and knowledgeable Chinese young man". However, Carlo should have a hard time understanding a middle-aged killer like a traditional British man, and he doesn't know that he is within the attack range of this kind of person.

The flight altitude of the airliner began to decrease, and the huge silhouette of Heathrow Airport could already be faintly seen below.

Carlo leaned against the window, looking sideways at the misty tower below. "We're almost there, let's enjoy our journey. When the plane stops, I'll sneak away, or the young people won't know what their expressions will be when they see me. Carlo patted Lin Moyang's shoulder like an elder, "It's raining down there, take this." Carlo shoved a black umbrella into Lin Moyang's hand. ”

As he spoke, the plane suddenly slowed down, and with a jolt, the plane had landed on the runway of Heathrow Airport. With this turbulence, the plane gradually became noisy again, and the passengers who were originally resting or reading books to pass the time put away their things and looked towards their gift boxes. Lin Moyang didn't know why Fenglong didn't hand over the old godmother directly to himself for consignment.

The plane taxied for a while and then stopped, and with a jolt, the passenger aisle docked.

Carlo patted Lin Moyang on the shoulder again and said, "Call me if you have anything, you will definitely encounter some trouble if you leave your hometown and come to such a place alone." With that, he put his hands together and uttered a spell in his mouth. A soft aura of light blue spread out from his hand, and the light surrounded Lin Moyang and spread towards the entire passenger plane. The movements of the passengers who were passing by by the halo paused slightly, and then they began to continue their actions with their luggage or walking towards the exit.

Carlo smiled, "What if someone overhears the two of us talking?" so I changed their memories a little, and they just remember that they got on the plane and went to sleep. The corners of Lin Moyang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't see that this old man was quite ruthless, no wonder many people said that they felt confused when they took planes, especially international flights. The co-authorship is related to a certain magician on the flight who talks a lot and is afraid of leaks.

"Uncle go slowly!" Sueyang waved goodbye. Sue watched Carlo disappear through the hatch. Whether he is taking the high-speed train or other means of transportation, Sueyang does not like to crowd with others, so he holds the small suitcase in his arms and sits quietly on the seat and waits for the other passengers to get off the plane first.

As soon as Carlo got off the plane, a call came in on his mobile phone. On the plane, Carlo is still used to adjusting his mobile phone to airplane mode, and it can be seen that the call has been trying to connect since just now.

Carlo pressed the connect button, and a Chinese voice came from the other end of the phone. "How's it going?" asked Blade Dragon, anxiously.

"Of course, but Brother Bladedragon, shouldn't you teach him these things?" asked Carlo curiously. What kind of luck, what kind of fateful arrangement, it's all nonsense, and the only reason why Carlo was able to sit next to Moyang was that the tickets of these two people were originally set by the same bastard.

"How could the sword be handed to the brave man in the first place? He knew these things in China, and they had a very different effect on him when he knew them on the plane to England. Fenglong said proudly on the other end of the phone.

Carlo smiled noncommittally, and Carlro, who left the cabin, suddenly changed his character of chatting about his daughter controlling the middle-aged uncle, and he was personable. Many young girls who also got off the plane were attracted by the charm exuded by this handsome middle-aged man on the phone. Carlo replied, "I'm still not as good as you when it comes to understanding people, brother. When will you come back to the UK? I've got a nice Chinese chef so you won't have to eat British food next time you come. But is British food that bad?"

Feng Long's laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Of course, it's not me who insults you, when it comes to food, my Chinese sons and daughters are confident that they will not lose to anyone." ”

Carlo replied, "Then I look forward to your return." Your Excellency 'Blade'. ”

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency the Light Chaser. ”

The exit of Heathrow Airport was full. They have people at the university reception desk who pick up and drop off international students, and wives and children who welcome their returning husbands. Overall, it is a place for reunions and greetings, affectionate hugs from long-absent couples, and friends from across borders clasp hands tightly.

And in the midst of this bustling crowd, there is a maverick existence. The man, dressed in a handmade black trench coat, stood in the middle of the exit, like a proud boulder splitting the entire flow of people. The whole person is smooth like a piece of jade, tall and like a green pine.

All the girls at the exit were quietly staring at this man, and all the men were jealous of this man. This is a person who can be seen as extraordinary at a glance.

The man was at the age of a kindergarten teacher, full of ambition and high spirits. Beneath the sun-kissed blonde hair hides turquoise gemstones. Such eyes are like the abyss, and like the blue sky under the blue sun.

The young man stood in the middle of the crowd like that, with a warm and polite smile on his lips all the time, and both young and old would melt into the warm smile and fall under his charm.

"Knight's Light" Green Bein. The grandson of former Round Table member "Lancelot" Gauld Bein, the most popular son of the new generation. He is like the sun reflecting his peculiar personality charm, so that all the new generation is happy and convinced to listen to him. And he himself is so gentle, in the women's dormitory of the magic college, the girls always talk about him casually, with a wistful smile on their faces.

Green is here today for the rumored "Tyrant's Apprentice".

"Are you here too?" said a cold female voice from behind Green. It was like raindrops hitting the marble steps.

Green felt a chill behind him, but he smiled wryly and turned his head to salute. "Yes, Your Excellency 'Galahad'. The woman known as Galahad didn't reply, her eyes kept looking at the exit.

"Galahad", she is not a new generation, because there is not a round table member in the new generation. Her real name and face are unascertain, because even now, a silver mask tightly envelops her face. The mask is covered with dense and delicate patterns by etching. It is a magical item that can make her face appear ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, who will also subconsciously ignore her. Otherwise, such a hot woman still wears a strange mask, and the paparazzi would have heard the wind a long time ago.

Aside from the icy eyes that peeked out from under the mask, and the sound of the sign, Galahad didn't reveal anything that could be called a human recognizable feature, if her perfect body counted. Galahad's voice is bitterly cold, and unlike indifference, Galahad's voice can give warmth to the ice that has not melted for thousands of years. Emotionless, toneless, not even pauses and stressful word changes, it's like an artificial speech synthesizer stuffed under a mask. What came from under the mask was never words, but a cold wind blowing from the ice crevices of Antarctica for thousands of years.

So even Green subconsciously shuddered. However, in the etiquette of a knight, whether it is facing a woman or a member of the round table, this action is extremely rude. So Green bowed down and apologized.

Galahad didn't care about this kind of thing, whether it was etiquette or so-called personality, it was difficult to see in this woman. She is a walking ice sculpture in her own right, and there is no need for an ice sculpture

"The master's order is that I should confirm this man myself. Galahad replied.

Green expressed understanding. Because as a candidate for the Round Table Council, he knew that there were two members of the Round Table, Galahad. The prerogative of Councillor Galahad is that the parliamentary seat is shared by two people. The other Galahad barely appeared, and according to the old man of his own family, the other Galahad was a monster of the same level as the Blade Dragon. It's just that Green has never seen it, but this female Galahad, Green has seen it twice.

"Yo, isn't this our 'Last Knight' Lord Green, why didn't you bring a servant today?"

Green frowned, it seems that all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods have gathered at this airport today.

Even if the person who says this does not see him, he can make people feel his thick ruffian. In fact, the same is true of the man himself. Green knew who the owner of the voice was, even without looking back. Carter Alexander. The notorious lineageists, the Alexander family was actually an ordinary magical family, but after blending into the aristocracy through secular business, they became fanatical advocates of the bloodline. And this Carter is even more despised by most people for his image as an upstart.

No honor, no faith, no bearing. In order to show his difference, he frantically attacked other half-blood wizards, and almost became a stain on the pure-blood wizarding world. Like most gangsters who get rich, this family clings to other clans, showing the appearance of a minion, but also dictating to the half-blood wizards. And this Carter also established the so-called "pure-blood brotherhood" in the wizarding world, tangled up a large number of children of nouveau riche families who have mixed with the aristocracy in modern times, and swaggered in the wizarding world.

If Green is the sun of the new generation, this person is undoubtedly an abyss that even the sun can't reach.

Green turned, still smiling politely at Carter. Whether it was a commoner or a beggar, whether a king or a nobleman, knights were to be treated equally. This is the ancestral motto of the Bein family. Someone will never be angered by his character, but judged only by his proven crimes.

Carter is still in that nouveau riche outfit. Last time at the alumni party of Merlin Academy of Magic, Green, who was still in school, had the pleasure of meeting this nouveau riche, when this upstart and a group of witches were making a loud noise at the party, lifting the girls' skirts, and openly satirizing the origin of the teacher who spoke out to stop him. At that time, Green remembered this disgraceful fellow.

"Yo, no? You kid still brought a female servant? Okay? No wonder you want to come alone this time, I can't imagine that your kid, who is a model of morality, still has this hobby? Come, turn around, let me see what type you like?" Carter was followed by his small group of "nobles", all of whom were unlearned wizards. Galahad didn't pay attention to Carter's clown, so Carter only saw Galahad's back, and he only felt that even if he only looked at it from the back, this must be a stunning woman, and when he said this, his heart was sour.

Green didn't even have time to stop Carter when he saw Carter grinning and put his hand on Galahad's shoulder.

The air froze instantly, and Carter's outstretched hand stopped in place. Even the small group that had been laughing shut up. As Carter's hand reached halfway, Galahad turned.

Carter broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, and even his head crashed. I never thought that this woman would actually be Galahad! The legendary member of the Round Table who used a mask to hide his true face and had no feelings? His behavior just now can be described as a huge faux pas, if it were those magicians who cared about their faces, they would probably have already begun to think about how to atone for their sins. But Galahad's rumored reputation is as bad as a dragon. If it was replaced by Feng Long, he didn't care if it was a public place or not, even if he gave everyone present a brainwashing spell later, Feng Long would kill him on the spot!

Carter's mind was racing and he was thinking about how to apologize, when he saw Galahad turned away and ignored himself.

What is this? Is he already doomed to die, or is Galahad not taking himself seriously at all? Carter suddenly felt a wave of anger. Why could Green stand with Galahad and not even attract Galahad's attention?

"Don't die!" Green said silently in his heart, but the moment Galahad turned his head, Green also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Galahad's lack of affection has allowed Carter, a stunned young man, to pick up a life. It's also Carter's luck, if his hand touched Galahad just now, it would have been another story. For there was more than one Galahad, and the other Galahad was, according to the old man, a pure merchant and a rational machine, who regarded all his men as his own possessions and tools. The other Galahad, on the other hand, would never allow anyone to tamper into his property without permission. In comparison, although this female Galahad is cold, she still has at least a little compassion and pity, compared to another Galahad.

After this turmoil, at least the gangsters of the "Pure-Blood Brotherhood" were completely quiet. Green sighed, hoping to quickly find out the "round table agent" of the new generation from the bustling crowd, and quickly put an end to this farce that was getting out of control. However......

"Yo!!!! senior!!! you !! hurry!!Stand up the banner !! "Reality always doesn't let Green stop, it seems that the people who came to pick up the airport today are far more than just cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods." The girl commanded a few young men who followed her to erect a large red banner. It was written in bold in fair Chinese italics: "Welcome to the Chinese agent senior to come to London for academic exchanges!" The girl rushed directly to Green, who was a little suspicious that this little one was a rabbit in her previous life, otherwise how could she look like an energetic person jumping up and down every time she saw her.

The current president of the student council of Merlin School of Magic and Magic, Kailine Silbey. Energetic Genki girl representative,Born in California,Idol figure among half-blood wizards (self-proclaimed)。 Idols, I guess......

Probably she is also a representative of the wizards of the new era, that is, it symbolizes the transformation of wizards from gloomy to energetic.

"Wow...... Isn't this the 'Rat King', the famous beggar prince Carter?" Sylbey only then noticed the petrified Carter behind him.

"Shut up, dead rabbit!" Carter looked at Sylbe, his eyes red like rabbits. It was this lowly half-blood wizard who snatched the position of student council president from his own hands, and made his glorious resume less important. And since this dead rabbit became president, his "pure-blood brotherhood" has inexplicably experienced a decrease in funding and a bad reputation. And this rabbit looks harmless to humans and animals, but it is a dueling maniac, every time she is caught doing something bad, she always has to be coerced by her to launch a duel with the "honor of nobility", and then he is beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.

The young men pulled up the banners and stood honestly behind Silbey, glancing with disdain at the gangsters behind Carter.

"Why are you here? And who taught you how to make this banner. Green asked, a little curiously.

"Your Excellency Fenglong, the last time he came to visit the school, he added my Facebook, and then yesterday he sent me a message saying that his apprentice was coming, let's treat it well, I quickly asked the best Chinese staff in the foreign language department to study the way Chinese receive people, I heard that Chinese people like such banners. I found someone to make one, but I caught up. Senior, are you here to pick you up too?" replied Silbe innocently, and as he said this, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his white arms, and tried to make a muscle-baring pose.

"Well, after all, our family still owes His Excellency Fenglong a great favor, and I should be here. Green replied. Sylbe recalled: "Speaking of which, I just saw Senior Ma Ao outside, but he stayed in the laboratory for too long, and he suffered a little heat stroke halfway through, I really don't know how he could be on the side of the road with a dying expression on the side of the road when it rains so coolly, I asked two students to take care of him outside, and he should come in when he adjusts." ”

Green was slightly moved: "He really should come, as a member of the 'Sword of Damocles', this is the proper etiquette." ”

Sylbe suddenly laughed and said, "Look, isn't that one?"

Green followed Silbe's finger to the exit, and Sunny's face became a little strange.