Shadow of great britain

Greenwich District, No. 18 Central Street, in a three-story building with an unremarkable appearance.

It was already dark, and through the faded blue curtains, one could see an oil lamp placed in front of the table in the window on the second floor.

Arthur, wearing a police uniform, sat in front of the case, his face lit by soft and warm yellow light.

From time to time, there would be noisy noises like couples quarreling and children crying next door.

At this time in the past, Arthur would always open the door and go out to relax.

Because his sleep has always been very light in the past few years, he can only sleep with a little peace of mind when everything around him becomes quiet.

But today was obviously different. He was neither irritated by the noise nor tortured by being unable to sleep for a long time.

Because he put all his attention on the task at hand.

There were two documents in front of him, one was the "Scotland Yard House Regulations" and the other was the "Police Instructions" which stipulates the principles and norms of police conduct.

He looked up at them from time to time, paused and pondered for a moment, then picked up the quill and wrote down his thoughts on the old newspaper aside. Only after he had considered the writing and drawing and concluded that they were correct, would he write them down. Like a printing press, the words are transcribed word for word on clean white ruled paper.

He turned over page after page of "Scotland Yard Internal Regulations" and "Police Instructions", and time passed like this bit by bit.

When he closed the last page, he looked up and saw that the kerosene lamp on the table had burned out and the sun had risen outside the window.

Arthur leaned on the back of the chair and stretched lazily. Suddenly, five slender fingers with black fingernails pressed on his desk and picked up the dozen or so pages of paper that he had compiled all night long.

Immediately afterwards, Agares' familiar voice with a hint of calmness in his madness spoke: "What a beautiful calligraphy hand. Arthur, if one day I return to hell, you might as well come and be my secretary."

Arthur closed his eyes and rubbed his face, and asked without thinking: "Agares, don't write me a bad check. By the way, what did you do last night? I didn't see you all night."

The red devil's laughter rang in Arthur's ears: "You are so dedicated to your work, I can't bear to disturb you. So I went to Windsor Castle to relax by myself. Arthur, do you know? That king of yours , is about to die, even his pee is purple!"

When Arthur heard this, he was stunned and said: "How did you know?"

"Of course because I saw him pee!"

Arthur said helplessly: "Do you still have this kind of hobby? What's so interesting about a fat old man?"

Agares laughed: "Although there is nothing interesting to see, I have to keep an eye on him.

He exudes a rotten smell that even crows can read. I followed the ravens raised in the Tower of London to find him last night.

Arthur, think about it carefully, a dying king, a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, a soul who has enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world, how can he be willing to die?

I guarantee that he will be willing to hand over half of his wealth and power, even if he adds his soul, in exchange for ten to five years of life. This is a pretty good deal!

Arthur, think about it again and stop being so stubborn. I only want my soul, and all the rest is yours. "

Arthur leaned back in the chair and smoothed back his hair, which looked a little greasy from staying up late.

"I have to say, Agares, I'm starting to get a little tempted."

When Agares heard this, his smile suddenly froze.

He first touched his forehead, then raised his hand to feel Arthur's.

The red devil asked doubtfully: "Are you not sick too?"

He looked out the window again at the rising sun and Arthur's slightly dark circles due to staying up late.

The Red Devil gave his judgment seriously. He pointed at Arthur and said, "You must be delirious due to lack of sleep. It's really not like you to agree so happily."

Arthur couldn't laugh or cry at Agares' reaction. He asked, "What do you think of me? I finally made up my mind to talk business with you, and this is your attitude?"

The red devil frowned when he heard this. He thought about it for a long time, then clapped his hands and shouted with a wild smile: "You want to deceive me? Arthur, you are too young to play this trick with me! I followed King Solomon back then... "

"When we invade Jerusalem." This time, before the red devil could say anything, Arthur had already taken the lead.

He complained: "Agares, can't you come up with some new words? After all, you are also one of the best scholars in hell. You are familiar with the mysteries of astronomy, mathematics, and languages. Can you speak with a certain level of proficiency?"

Because Arthur's performance today was so abnormal that Agares was a little confused, and he didn't even scold him back immediately.

Instead, he asked tentatively: "Have you changed your gender? You don't want to leave this shit basin by boat, and you don't want to continue living like this?"

"Can this shit basin be left by boat?"

Arthur twisted his sore neck: "To be honest, at this point in time, the North American colonies are not much better. If you go there, you can either find an unopened land to be a farmer, or you can start as a junior worker in a city factory. .

Although I hate it here, I still have some friends here.

Those who went to the North American colonies and were unfamiliar with the place not only had to start over from scratch, but also had to adapt to the environment again.

Besides, leaving because you hate it feels like a failure. How could I be content without turning it upside down? "

Agares looked at Arthur's sincere expression, and the corners of the red devil's mouth gradually curled up.

"My dear Arthur, you finally understand this."

Arthur picked up the already cool black tea and took a sip. He tilted his head forward slightly and asked Agares who was sitting on the table.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

When Agares heard this, the corners of the red devil's mouth were like a split pumpkin, grinning almost to the sky.

But his voice was still hoarse and a little fatally seductive.

He held up the manuscript that Arthur had been working on for three days and said, "Arthur, haven't you already figured out what to do?

As a well-known scholar of hell, I do not encourage you to ask questions with predetermined answers. I have no interest in answering fill-in-the-blank questions.

But as a high-quality trading client and a villain student that I carefully cultivated, Professor Agares is very pleased and satisfied that you can preview the upcoming courses in advance.

Think back to what you learned and experienced in your history course at London University.

As you did when you faced Sheriff Willocks, I admit that individuals may swing their sword at the strong. But at the same time, I also firmly believe that groups will always pick on the weak.

Therefore, it is impossible to change the outlook of the entire society and the long-standing evils of history with your own personal efforts.

What the group wants most is not freedom, but enslavement.

They crave obedience and surrender instinctively to those who claim to be their leaders.

The influence of leaders rarely comes from reason, but often comes from reputation and emotion.

Moreover, this kind of reputation and emotion only belongs to the individual and has nothing to do with your title or status.

As the Meditations you cited before the young court clerk said: People despise and flatter each other, each hopes that he is above the others, and each prostrates himself before the others.

The public does not have the ability to discern, therefore, they cannot judge the authenticity of things. Many opinions that cannot withstand scrutiny can easily be universally agreed upon.

What you need to do is to export your point of view to them, and use actions again and again to continuously deepen the impression of this point of view in their minds. When this repetition reaches a certain number of times, your argument will be buried in their hearts. Somewhere deep down, it became their creed that they regarded as truth.

They will never allow others to question their truth, nor will they allow others to hold what they consider to be fallacies. This kind of paranoid emotion is so deep-rooted that it is difficult to shake unless it is replaced by another extreme emotion.

When that time comes, you will become their god, and you can control a power more powerful than that of the wind and rain. Perhaps this influence will continue for centuries to come among your descendants. "

Agares's smile gradually faded, and his figure gradually disappeared from Arthur's sight. The curtains fluttered, a breeze blew by, and the manuscript was blown into Arthur's palm.

There was silence in the bedroom, and in Arthur's ears, he could only hear the faint whisper of the devil.

"Do it, Arthur. This will be the fundamental foundation for your greatness."