Channing Airport.
Scores of men in smart suits and shiny shoes appeared at the airport entrance.
“Quickly!”
“Hurry up!”
The bystanders stood in awe as the smartly dressed and well-trained men in suits spread a long red carpet out along the entrance.
They then stood on either side of the carpet to await their guest of honor.
The other travelers stood back, not daring to approach.
At this instant, a score of luxury cars filled up the airport compound. In the lead was a vintage Rolls-Royce. It boasted a registration plate of SA88888.
The onlookers cheered.
“Isn't that Aron Lauf, the richest man in Alberesque?”
“Yes, it really is him!”
“Who is he waiting for here?”
The onlookers gossiped. Aron exited his car, hand grasping on a walking cane of white gold.
His men stood along the red carpet, staring intently at the inside of the airport, as though impatient for someone of great importance to arrive.
All of a sudden, a tall and pale young man with a handsome face strode out. He had a large entourage behind him.
Not only did he give off a regal air, but his features were striking and commanded obedience.
His princely aura was accentuated by the way he looked around in disdain.
Who is this?
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