Shadow of great britain

On the embankment of the Thames River, Arthur was wearing a messy white shirt, holding a wine bottle in his hand, looking at the Thames River full of garbage and the sinking sun in a daze.

The figure of Agares floated next to him. The red devil pinched his nose in disgust and complained to Arthur.

"Damn it! How long do you plan to sit here? The smell here is almost as good as the dung farm where Baal eats!"

Arthur raised his head and took a sip of wine and asked, "Who is Barr?"

"You don't know Baal? Then maybe you will understand if I change his name. You should know Beelzebub, right? That is Baal's alias."

"Are you talking about the fly guy?"

"Oh, Arthur, your answer is too good for my taste."

Agares laughed loudly and said: "Yes, it's the Lord of the Flies! However, such an unseemly devil can actually control hell. And someone like me who is cultivated, knowledgeable, understands music, and is proficient in many foreign languages Don’t you think it’s ridiculous that a gentleman devil wants to be exiled to the world?”

Arthur smoothed his messy hair: "No wonder you are here. It turns out it is because you are against Barr."

Agares stretched out a hand and put it on Arthur's shoulder: "That's right. Just as Scotland Yard cannot tolerate outstanding talents like you, hell cannot accommodate outstanding geniuses like me. We are in the same boat, my Little brother."

After speaking, he pointed to the wine bottle in Arthur's hand: "Give me a sip too."

Arthur looked around until he confirmed that no one was paying attention to him, then pushed the bottle in front of Agares.

"Be careful, don't let others see it."

Agares picked up the bottle and took a sip, then let out a loud burp.

"This wine is not good! I remember when I followed King Solomon to invade Jerusalem..."

"Forget about King Solomon, my ears are ringing with cocoons."

Arthur asked: "You have lived for so long, don't you have any other stories to tell me? You can't have done any serious work since King Solomon, right?"

Agares heard this and said angrily: "What's wrong with not having done any work? When I followed King Solomon into Jerusalem, I finished all the work in my life."

He was afraid that Arthur wouldn't believe it, so he reached into his trouser pocket and took out a handful of small colored balls.

He pointed at the colored balls and said: "Arthur, do you see what this is? These are all souls, which I have accumulated since then. Otherwise, with your passive and slow work efficiency, I will not be able to work for a few years." I already starved to death before."

Arthur glanced at the expressionless faces on the surface of the colorful ball, and sighed helplessly: "So you have so much food reserves. Then why do you still force me to find souls for you every day?"

"Arthur, I'm a devil! My pleasure lies in torture, not in eating.

These souls have been tortured by me for thousands of years, and they have become fearless. Now I have no interest in playing with them.

Unless I'm extremely hungry, I usually don't even bother to take them out and look at them.

And even if I eat, I also want to eat fresh food. Will you eat rotten food? "

"A devil is so picky. No wonder you can't find a suitable contractor."

"Arthur, you can't disrespect my profession. It's a very old profession. And those in our profession insist on staying open for a thousand years and staying open for another thousand years. Even if we don't find contractors, we can't look for contractors randomly. It's better to be lacking than to be in vain." .”

"Then you may have found the wrong person this time. I have no interest in attacking Jerusalem."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Arthur leaned on the railing, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and sighed: "I want to go home."

"Then we can leave now! Yorkshire is not that far from London."

"No, Agares, you don't understand, I come from the future."

Agares frowned and thought for a long time, then asked: "Is this a bad joke today?"

Arthur shook his head: "No, the joke is later."

"Then you continue talking, I'm listening."

Arthur looked at the barges on the Thames and said: "In the future, all the ships of the Royal Navy will be added together, and there will only be 97 ships left."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"But that's not the worst."

"Then what's the worst?"

"The worst thing is that the French have 98."

Agares burst out laughing when he heard this, and he was out of breath from laughing.

"Arthur, you must be crazy. Didn't the Royal Navy destroy all the French naval power in the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805? How long would it take them to have so many ships? A hundred years? "

Arthur swung the bottle and put the last bit of wine into his mouth: "One hundred years? Two hundred years!"

Agares finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Arthur was still in the mood to joke.

"Arthur, you are really moody. I thought you were going to commit suicide by jumping into the river just now. You have been making trouble for a long time and nothing has happened to you."

"Who says I have nothing to do? I have something to do. Now I am eager to go to the future. I have really had enough of staying in this cesspool."

"Is the future good?"

"The future will never be worse than the present!"

Arthur took the wine bottle and smashed it into the Thames from a distance.

Plop!

Black waves rolled up on the river, and a foul smell hit his face along with the waves on the water.

Agares quickly pinched his nose and cursed: "Arthur! I have to give you a piece of advice! If you damn well know that the cesspool smells bad, then don't stir it up with bottles!"

Arthur clapped his dusty hands, stood up from the railing and said, "I'm happy to."

"You really don't listen to advice." Agares floated around beside him: "You have already resigned, so what should we do tomorrow? Do you have a plan?"

Arthur responded casually: "Smoke, drink, and then go to the market to buy a rabbit and keep it at home."

"Then do you still want to find a random woman on the street to get married?"

"We'll think about it depending on the situation."

Agares pinched his waist and stopped in front of Arthur: "Arthur, this is not your plan. You are just going against Scotland Yard's internal regulations."

When Arthur heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

He touched his chin and thought for a while, then asked: "Agares."

"What's wrong?"

"Teach me to do something bad."

"Oh, my dear Arthur." Agares let out a burst of laughter. He rubbed his hands and said, "You must have misunderstood me. I never teach people to do bad things."

"But aren't you a devil?"

"Devil is just a nickname given to me by people of different faiths, and they also call me Satan.

do you know? In ancient Hebrew, Satan simply meant "hostile", but later people made it more concrete.

In the earliest times, any pagan god could be called Satan.

In the very distant past, I was also the supreme god that some people believed in. Do you think I will teach my followers to do bad things? They treat me well, and of course I can't harm them. "

Arthur was a little curious when he heard this. He always retains a strong interest in these unknown areas.

He asked, "Then what do you teach them?"

Agares narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I don't teach them anything, I think they are all good people, so I just tell them to follow their hearts and give them what they want.

Whether it's wealth or power, I'll give them whatever they want.

I always trusted them and thought they would do good things with these things.

But you know, I was disappointed with the results.

That's why I took away their souls as punishment for their misbehavior.

I never thought I was doing bad things, I was always doing good things.

I make a beggar rich overnight and live a decent life.

And let the homeless become the king, give birth to a lot of children, and enjoy the feeling of home.

Did I do something wrong?

Arthur, it was never me who was bad, but those who were blinded by power and wealth.

You can look at yourself. You have also received help from me, but have you committed any evil deeds?

You punished the university professor who sexually raped female students and saved a child's life. You did a lot of good things with the help I gave you.

The same thing is good if it is in the hands of good people. In the hands of bad people, it's bad.

Think about the way those people in the court looked at you today. In their hearts, you are simply the savior, you are their god.

Arthur, for social groups, they must have a god, otherwise there is nothing to talk about.

And you already have the necessary conditions to become this god. "

Arthur stared at Agares' smiling face, and then said after a long time: "Agares, you want to give me the ecstasy soup again."

"How is that possible, Arthur." Agares smiled broadly, and he looked absolutely fake: "I am sincerely helping you!"

Arthur reached out and patted his shoulder: "But, thank you very much today. Regarding Mrs. Peel, I owe you a soul. I will take action when I find a suitable target."

"Oh, my dear Arthur."

Agares stretched out his half-meter-long tongue and licked his dry lips. His saliva almost soaked Arthur's shoe uppers: "You have obviously found the target, haven't you?"