Shadow of great britain

After parting ways with Elder, Arthur walked slowly towards Scotland Yard along his usual patrol route.

He turned a blind eye to the hawkers occupying the streets on both sides of the road. Only when the shop owners strongly protested, he would reluctantly politely persuade the hawkers to leave.

This is a philosophy that Arthur only learned after working at Scotland Yard for half a year.

The policing area under the responsibility of the Metropolitan Police has a population of 1.5 million, the largest in the world, and one-tenth of these 1.5 million people are directly or indirectly engaged in mobile retail business.

The prisons around London were already overcrowded, so it was impossible for Arthur to put everyone in prison.

Even if the ships of the Royal Navy can travel all over the world, can defeat the Dutch and Spanish Armadas, and defeat Napoleon's fleet in the Battle of Trafalgar, the Royal Navy is also unable to exile all London hawkers. Go to Australia.

To arrest or not to arrest, Arthur will always face this difficult choice in the past six months.

Fortunately, from now on, he no longer has to face this dilemma.

Agares drooped his head like a defeated rooster. He followed Arthur step by step, unable to cheer up at all.

Arthur also noticed that his friend was not in a good mood, so he asked: "Agares, what's wrong with you? Look at your stinky face, you look like a defeated Frenchman."

"Arthur! You are going to ask me to accompany you to the sea to watch whales. What kind of expression do you want me to make? Am I going to laugh?"

After Agares said this, he ran to a fish stall and squatted down. He looked at the half-dead herring on the table with a look of disgust, then covered his forehead and sighed.

"How many virtues have I accumulated that have led me to this situation? In the next few years, will I have to eat with this ugly little thing covered in mucus?"

Not only did Arthur have no sympathy for Agares' complaints, but he also wanted to try his best to correct the devil's wrong values.

"Agares, what you say is disrespectful of the history of this country. For a long time in the past, the Royal Navy relied on the ugly little things you said.

In order to promote the mercantilist policy and encourage the development of fishery and shipbuilding industry, Henry VII issued the "Fish Eating Law", which mandated that fish must be eaten every year during Lent and Fasting Day.

By the time of Elizabeth I, the scope of Fish-eating Day was expanded to three days a week. Eating fish is the responsibility and obligation of every king's subjects. "

Agares was so angry that he conjured three torches out of nowhere, and while hopping on his feet, he performed colorful ball acrobatics similar to those of a circus clown to provoke Arthur.

"Use the laws of Britain to kill the Duke of Hell, Arthur, you have such great authority! I just won't eat it, what can you do to me?"

Arthur shrugged: "According to the law, if you don't eat according to regulations on fish-eating days, the lightest punishment is six hours of shackles, but your attitude is extremely serious, so I advocate a sentence of ten days' imprisonment. But, that’s all in the past. Now no one cares whether you like to eat or not.”

"No one cares about me? Then why are you bringing this up?"

Arthur replied seriously: "Because you just called me an outstanding graduate of the University of London this morning, I plan to show you my excellent academic qualities. Although this thing is usually in the Metropolitan Police Department's It won’t be used in daily work, but in order not to disappoint you, the main sponsor, I think I have to give you some explanation.”

"I don't need you to give me such an explanation! If you really want to give me an explanation, then use your clever little mind and think of other solutions besides floating on the sea."

"Unfortunately, Agares, it's too late. If you had honestly sent me to Oxford or Cambridge to study, or if I hadn't encountered an economic downturn when I graduated, maybe I would have had other options.

But now, I only have one way to go: the sea. Agares, you brought this upon yourself. "

"Oh! My dear Arthur." Agares begged in a condescending tone: "If I apologize now, is it still too late?"

Arthur pointed to the police badge on his hat and asked: "If an apology is useful, what else do the police do?"

"Damn it! Then you are determined? In that case, why don't you take off your disgusting clothes? Haven't you already paid your salary for this week?"

Arthur said: "This is called starting with caution and standing on the last duty. As long as I haven't formally submitted my resignation, I will still be a member of the London Metropolitan Police."

"Oh, Arthur..." Agares picked up a handkerchief and pretended to wipe away tears: "I almost believed your lies. What are you planning to do, you heinous little bastard?"

Arthur glanced at him: "I have been disgusted by this place for half a year, can I just leave so lightly?"

"Oh! That's right!" The devil showed an excited smile: "What are you going to do? Burn down Scotland Yard, or stab your fucking boss with a knife?"

"neither."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to put a knife through Scotland Yard and put some fire under my boss's ass."

"Isn't this all the same?"

"No, Agares, you don't understand, this is not the same at all."

Arthur suddenly stopped and stood at the intersection of a crowded street.

Behind him was the noisy, dirty and rotten East End of London.

But the world in front of him completely changed.

Rows of neat houses and clean streets, splendid medieval buildings with Gothic spiers, and the surrounding exquisitely designed modern houses are integrated. Gorgeous reliefs and dark and strange fences set off each other. There are gorgeously decorated buildings everywhere near Parliament Square. Carriages and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies.

The essence of the entire United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland is condensed in an area of ​​less than three miles. To the east is the London Parliament Building, which represents the national legislative body. To the north is Whitehall Street, which is lined with administrative agencies. To the west is the Supreme Court of Great Britain. To the south are Westminster Abbey and St. Margaret's Church, which symbolize the Anglican Church.

All this was in sharp contrast to the dark and dirty scene behind him, which was dizzying.

And Arthur's destination today is also located here.

His gaze drifted north through the dense crowd.

4 Whitehall Street - London Metropolitan Police Headquarters.