Shadow of great britain

Arthur and the sailors had a verbal exchange, but due to the language barrier, both sides could only express their strong aggression through various gestures.

Seeing this, Agares couldn't help covering his mouth and said with a smile: "Oh! Arthur, do you still think it is a good thing if human beings all speak the same language?

The Bible says that the reason why the Tower of Babel was not built was because God made human beings speak different languages, so that human beings could not communicate with each other, so they went their separate ways.

But I have to tell you that this is not the case. God will not interfere in human affairs.

The Tower of Babel was not built entirely because of human beings. They were suspicious of each other, formed cliques, and divided groups. Equality and cooperation often only existed in a fantasy world.

Human beings always like to attribute good things to themselves and blame all bad things on God.

Whenever some disaster occurs, they shout that it is a punishment from God, never mentioning their own reasons.

And every time they want to do something, they use God as a banner, claiming that it is God's will.

This is hypocritical human nature. If you treat them well, they will think you are weak and can be bullied. If you treat them poorly, they will think you are strong.

The problem with this world is that smart people are always full of doubts about the truth of the world, while fools always hold on to false beliefs and firmly believe it.

Arthur, do you believe that as long as you pull out your gun, you can scare these idiots right away? "

Arthur glanced at the red devil, and he retorted: "Come on, Agares. People who continue to speak harshly after being pointed at a gun probably have brain problems. The first premise of a person's being a human being is that he must You have to live, otherwise it is not a human being, but just a corpse. So, is there any necessary connection between whether or not to draw a gun and what you said?"

Agares didn't care when he saw Arthur didn't listen to him, he just sighed.

"Look, Arthur, just keep lying to yourself. But I don't blame you. After all, I understand that lying is also human nature. Most of the time, you don't even dare to face yourself."

Arthur ignored Agares's inducing words. He knew exactly what he was here to do today.

If you pull out your weapon at this time, you may scare the target away from him.

And there is a reason why he wants to use his native language to have "cordial and friendly communication" with the sailors.

Sure enough, after scolding the sailors for a while, he felt that someone seemed to be targeting him.

It was a young lady wearing a sky blue pleated skirt, a visor on one side, and a lace parasol.

Perhaps it was because Arthur had learned too much chemistry knowledge from Faraday during this period. Most people would feel pity for such a charming lady, but he couldn't help but start chemical analysis.

It can be seen from her milky white snowflake skin with almost no blemishes that she must have used a lot of highly toxic cosmetics containing excessive amounts of arsenic and lead.

It can be seen from her gorgeous blood-red lips that this is definitely a color that can only be dyed by rouge lipstick with a very high cinnabar content.

And those big, watery eyes also made Arthur look a little unnatural.

The last time Arthur saw such big pupils was in the comics.

Based on the recent fashion trend among London ladies, it can be basically judged that she definitely dropped Belladonna eye drops, which are poisonous enough to kill.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary men, this is a touching lady who makes them willing to bow down under her pomegranate skirt.

But in the eyes of amateur chemist Arthur, this lady is also a periodic law of elements walking on the earth.

Just as Arthur was observing the lady, the other party was also observing him.

She turned away shyly and walked around the corner, throwing down a lace handkerchief in her hand.

Arthur rushed forward and kicked away the sailors who were about to strike first. Before they could react, he smeared the soles of his feet and ran away.

"Fuck! Get that kid!"

"That little girl belongs to me. She flirted with me several times before. If you are sensible, please hand over your handkerchief!"

"Fuck you, she just asked me to take care of her business! Look at your face, wrinkled like a sun-softened jellyfish skin, can she like you?"

The sailors, who had not seen a woman for several months, were like Spanish bulls in heat under the stimulation of male hormones. They chased Arthur all the way with red eyes.

However, the bustling crowd hindered their progress. Seeing that they could not catch up with Arthur, these over-energetic sailors started fighting on the spot.

After a few heavy blows, someone's nose was stained, and someone lost half a tooth.

Arthur, who got the handkerchief that sailors coveted, hid in the shadows of the street corner. He carefully unfolded the handkerchief, only to see a winding stone arch bridge embroidered on it, and there were still traces of the handkerchief on the edge of the stone arch bridge. A seductive red lip mark.

Arthur couldn't help but nodded when he saw the handkerchief.

The counterfeit businessman Martin really didn't lie to him. The signs and techniques were all right. This was the usual modus operandi of the 'Cambridge brothers'.

Seeing that he had helped this time, Arthur decided not to ruin his business until Mr. Martin opened a tavern in the future.

Agares stuck his head out from behind Arthur and took a look. The red devil couldn't help but burst into evil laughter: "Oh, it seems that someone is about to have an affair."

Arthur just snorted from his nose: "Are you sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something approaching him.

Two delicate arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and the girl's voice sounded behind him along with the seductive fragrance.

"Sir, do you want to play? I'm very cheap."

Arthur turned around and looked at the girl who only reached his chest. He smiled and took out two bills from his pocket and rubbed them on her face.

He used his strong Chinese accent, which he had practiced for more than ten years, to speak out word by word.

"Play, of course, play. You make me happy, the reward, the salary, is big."

When the girl heard this strange accent, she couldn't help but feel a trace of unconcealable joy in the corners of her eyes.

She held Arthur's arm and pressed against his chest, trying not to let Arthur see her expression clearly.

Taking advantage of the height difference between the two, the girl took advantage of the situation and winked at the little boy guarding the street corner.

After the little boy received the signal, he walked and disappeared at the end of the alley with his hands in his pockets.

When the girl saw him leaving, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then she began to talk and laugh while nestling in Arthur's arms, and her slender little hands began to become unclean.

"Sir, your accent doesn't sound like a local. Where did you get off the ship?"

Arthur gently held the wrist she put into his pocket and said: "Don't touch my things. If you want it, make me happy, and then I can give it to you. I am British, but, by birth In India, so the accent sounds like curry."

"India?" the girl said in surprise: "Then you must be running a spice ship, right? The income of sailors on ocean-going ships is pretty good. You must have made a lot of money after this trip, right?"

Arthur didn't answer directly. He glanced at the girl's blushing face, and then patted the bulging trouser pockets: "I told you, it makes me happy. The reward and salary are all big."