Shadow of great britain

On the road from London to the outside of the city, an ordinary-looking public carriage was driving.

Agares sat across from the carriage, frowning and looking at Arthur and the coffin beside him, shaking his head uncontrollably.

"Can you just ignore these nonsense all day long and just find a cemetery to bury her? Just to hold a funeral ceremony for her, you actually plan to step into a church you have never been to in your life?"

Arthur had no reaction to Agares' provocation. He lit his pipe and took a sip. When the smoke screen appeared, he was relieved.

"I've been to more ridiculous places than church in my life, and this is really nothing special."

The red devil pointed at him and glared: "Arthur, please understand, I am not complimenting you!"

Arthur put one hand on the window and looked at the scenery of the fields in the distance. He seemed a little careless about the conversation with Agares.

"Yeah?"

Agares said angrily: "You guys seem to be very arrogant? You are a fucking loser, how can you be so arrogant! You are a heroic epic drama, and you are acting in such a farce, don't you think Are you ashamed? Don’t you feel annoyed? Do you still want to perform on stage? "

Arthur said calmly: "Agares, don't be angry yet. In fact, everything you said is right, but I don't think my life is some heroic epic drama."

The red devil threw away the parchment roll in his hand angrily, and the pitchfork that he always kept in his hand returned to him.

He held a pitchfork to Arthur's throat and asked: "You kid denied all my arguments, but admitted that everything I said was correct? Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with my brain?"

Arthur raised both hands and imitated the French gesture and said: "Don't worry, wait until I finish speaking. Although I don't think my life is an epic drama, I do agree that my life is an epic drama. It has become a farce.

But, Agares, do you know the difference between comedy and farce? "

Agares frowned and thought: "Where?"

Arthur said: "The difference between the two is that farce is closer to tragedy than comedy in nature."

"Oh! My dear Arthur."

The red devil threw the pitchfork out the window, he put his hand on Arthur's shoulder happily and smiled.

"You finally started to reflect on your mistakes. Life has become a tragedy, don't you plan to change anything? I have been a devil for so many years, and I have seen too many tragedies. You should listen to the words of people like me who have experienced it, so Only in this way can the tragedy be prevented from happening again.”

Arthur shook his head slightly: "Why do you think humans are obedient? Do you know why humans progress? The reason why humans progress is because the next generation does not listen to the previous generation.

Therefore, even if life is a tragedy, I will play it out happily. Even if life is a dream, I must continue to live it out happily and not lose the passion and fun of the dream.

Having said that, Agares, your devil career seems to be more tragic than mine. Why do you think I should listen to you?

I was already a police inspector when I was 20. What were you doing when you were 20? I think you should listen to me more. "

"Hey! Arthur, fuck you!"

The red devil slapped the seat angrily, one eye was big and the other was small, he glared at Arthur and cursed: "Don't think that being a police inspector means anything great, that is, I am not in hell now, if I If you dared to talk to me like this when you were still in hell, I would have to tear you alive!"

Perhaps out of anger, Agares said without hesitation: "Besides, do you think priests will perform funeral ceremonies for an autopsy corpse? If they are willing to do so, then the archbishops of the House of Lords will not have to There was a huge quarrel over an Anatomy Bill.

If I remember correctly, the "Anatomy Law" drafted in 1828 was rejected by the archbishops several times in a row, right? "

Arthur nodded and said: "Of course I know that the bishops and most priests are unwilling to pray for the dissected dead, but this does not mean that all priests are unwilling."

"Don't you never attend religious activities? You don't even know a priest. Where can you find a weird priest who is willing to perform funerals for the dead?"

Arthur shook his head and said: "I still know a priest, and I only know one. But if he is not willing to hold a funeral for the dissector, then I'm afraid there won't be anyone in England who is willing to do this. A priest."

The red devil frowned and thought for a while. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and the red devil covered his mouth.

"Are you talking about that madman?"

Arthur shook his head: "He is not a madman, he is just an Oxford priest who agrees with Paine."

…

St. Mary's Church, Oxford University.

Pastor Newman was sitting in a pew in the church, quietly in a daze.

Ever since he came back from London, he had often fallen into this state of long exams, so much so that he couldn't even feel the passage of time. He clearly felt like he was just sitting for a while, but it was dusk in an instant.

He thought for a while and felt something was wrong, so he reached out to explore around him, trying to get the reading notes he had brought.

But he fumbled for a long time but found nothing. Newman frowned and looked to his side, where a familiar figure sat.

Newman opened his mouth in surprise, but before he could understand what was going on, he saw the small milky white coffin lying next to Arthur again.

"Mr. Hastings? Are you planning to convert to the state religion?"

Arthur leaned on the chair and lowered his head: "Mr. Newman, don't talk about anything else first. I need a quiet, undisturbed cemetery, and a funeral that can bring the deceased as close to God as possible."

Newman glanced at Arthur, then squatted down and gently moved the coffin. He just looked inside and closed his eyes in pain.

"What on earth is going on? Why would such a young child..."

Arthur said nothing, just took out a newspaper from his arms and handed it over.

Newman quickly scanned the newspaper headlines, and as he read further, you could see his hands shaking.

Then, Newman let out a long sigh and agreed without even thinking about it.

"Okay, Mr. Hastings, where is this little girl's family? I will discuss all these procedures with them as much as possible, including the enshrinement, farewell, service, and burial. When will they be free to come?"

Arthur was silent for a moment, and he didn't know how to explain this issue to Newman.

"They...may not be able to come. Just think of me as this little girl's family."

Newman said in astonishment: "Why?"

Arthur said calmly: "Because the factory does not have any holidays."