Mr. Gareth picked up Lancelot at the airport, but he did not immediately return to the hotel where they were staying.
At Lancelot's request, they went to an uninhabited place in the suburbs.
"That should be about enough, Lancelot?"
"Let's leave it at that." Lancelot nodded. She then spread her hands slightly and began reciting something... Light slowly radiated from her body.
This was the incantation for calling forth the Armor of Inheritance of the Twelve Knights.
Mr. Gareth did not know why Lancelot had suddenly begun reciting the incantation. A moment later, Lancelot had transformed into a knight clad in black armor.
She said directly, "Gareth, don't just stand there. Call forth the Armor of Inheritance, too."
"You... You want to spar with me before tomorrow's tournament?" Mr. Gareth asked instinctively.
Lancelot said directly, "The two of us joining forces will let Farrell sense the restraining power of the Round Table Protocol if he's nearby... I want to see him."
"What did you say?!"
Mr. Gareth was instantly stunned.
Mr. Gareth naturally did not conceal the major incident of encountering Farrell in the Forbidden City from the Queen of Britain. However, Her Majesty the Queen had given no further orders, merely telling Gareth to keep a close eye on him.
But Farrell had disappeared again on the eve of the Summit Conference, and Mr. Gareth had been completely clueless these past few days.
The so-called Round Table Protocol was an oath established when the Twelve Knights of the Round Table were founded... But this oath actually had no substantial binding power.
It was more like a signal.
When the signal appeared, any of the Twelve Knights nearby had to follow the ancient oath and provide support to their companion. Of course, there was no punishment for refusing.
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