shadow of britain

Chapter 152 The Devil's Philosophy

It has been raining continuously for two days in London. Arthur is sitting in front of the desk in the bedroom, drips of water are hanging on the outer window glass of the room, and the inner window is covered with a thin layer of mist.

He stretched out his hand to wipe off the moisture on the window, and only then could he barely see the maple leaves drifting in the wind in Hyde Park not far away through the water droplets.

Agares held a crystal clear goblet in his hand. Judging from the crystal clear bright red wine in the glass, this glass of wine must be of great value.

The Red Devil is like a refined medieval aristocrat. First he put his nose on the edge of the wine glass and gently sniffed the aroma of the wine, then took a sip of the sweet and sweet wine, and finally poured the wine little by little. He poured it down his throat, and when he felt the scorching heat rising in his belly, he closed his eyes and let out a slight sigh of relief.

Agares put the wine glass beside Arthur, and said cheerfully: "Arthur, although I seldom praise others, I have to say that the French fat man's taste in red wine is really to my liking. Since he After living under one roof with us, our standard of living has literally risen from heaven to hell!"

Arthur rubbed his face, his hair was disheveled, he was only wearing pajamas, because he had not taken care of himself after getting up today because he had asked for leave from Scotland Yard today.

Arthur put one arm on the back of the chair, squinting at the red devil: "According to you, the living conditions in heaven are not as good as hell? It seems that there is indeed a problem with the promises made by the pastors to believers. Do good deeds for a lifetime, and die I can’t get a good home in the end, it seems that going to heaven is not a blessing, but a curse.”

"Oh! my dear Arthur."

The red devil covered his mouth, he smiled and pressed two sharp sword-like hands covered with black nails on Arthur's shoulders: "You don't understand, for those kind and weak people, the upper hand Heaven is a good place to be. But for a powerful villain like you, there's nothing like going to hell."

Arthur looked at the mottled leaves on the window, tapped his knuckles on the table and asked, "How do you say that?"

Seeing that Arthur's interest seemed to be aroused, Agares bent down and said in a low voice: "Because in heaven, the weak can still have a bite to eat. But in hell, you know, the weak will eat the strong, or they will eat their brains full of fat. Or you can't even eat shit."

When Arthur heard this, he sighed slightly: "So, Baal drove you out of hell just to be able to dominate the shit in hell? Agares, I know you are a very strong devil, but you can't Eat anything? Besides, if you really want to eat that stuff, there's plenty in the Thames. No need for Barr and Bhaer to make things like this for such a trivial matter."

Hearing this, the Red Devil's gentle and pleasant expression changed suddenly.

"Arthur, fuck you, you can insult me, but not my personal taste! Do you think that a gentleman devil like me who is elegant, graceful, learned, and behaves in line with high society values ​​​​would sit like Barr? Eat shit like the guy in the fly pile?"

"Yes, yes, I understand."

When Arthur heard this, he didn't say much. He rubbed the messy hair on his forehead, and pushed out the wine glass that was placed on the table and used by Agares: "From now on, you will Use this wine glass to drink water, be careful not to break it, it’s quite expensive to buy a new glass like this.”

Hearing this, Agares suddenly burst into a blazing flame from his head, and the Red Devil jumped his feet angrily. He pointed at Arthur's nose and cursed.

"Arthur, what the hell do you mean? You don't believe me?! After betraying the working class, are you now planning to betray the devil!"

When Arthur heard this, his originally loose eyes suddenly became sharp. He turned his neck, and his black eyes met the devil's red eyes.

But not long after, his eyes became soft and decadent again.

The red devil's original pleasure from provoking him also dissipated in an instant, and Agares seemed a little dissatisfied.

"What's wrong? Aren't you angry?"

Arthur crossed his fingers and leaned back on the chair, took a deep breath and let it out suddenly: "I am angry, of course I am angry. You may not know that the first English sentence I learned was I am angry."

"Really? Your adults taught you this?"

"Not an adult, but an elder."

"Really? Can you still be older than me?" Agares frowned, and sat on the corner of the desk with his butt lifted in dissatisfaction: "Since you are angry, why don't you lose your temper?"

Arthur kept his arms on the table, supported his forehead and said: "Because I have been educated, I know that if you get angry when you hear an opinion that disagrees with you, it shows that you have subconsciously felt your own There is no good reason for opinion. If someone insists that two plus two equals five, you will feel pity instead of anger.

Agares, since I want to get angry, it means that I have actually agreed with your point of view. Since I agree, there is no need for me to get angry.After all, what I want is a truth that can convince myself, not to vent my temper to you, that's something a child would do. "

"Oh... what expression should I make? Maybe I should be moved to tears? Uuuuuuuuuuuuu... Arthur, is this what makes you happy?"

The Red Devil clenched his hands into fists and rolled his eyes. He was pretending to cry, but in an instant he put on a vicious smile: "My dear Arthur, I advise you to save these words for this weekend's banquet Those ladies and ladies on the bed. Maybe you can trick them into bed with this, but Professor Agares doesn't intend to forgive you for this remark."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders: "Isn't it God's business to forgive humans? Agares, I didn't know that you could also provide this kind of service."

"God? I beg you to stop talking about that old elm-headed thing."

The Red Devil sneered and said, "Do you know what the premise is that he is responsible for forgiving everyone? It is not a good thing for the old thing to be able to provide forgiveness."

Arthur pondered the Red Devil's words, glanced at him, and shook his head: "You're telling me riddles again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard his door being pushed open. Elder held the door frame with one hand and grabbed the doorknob with the other. He said with a happy face, "Arthur, I'm going to listen to science this afternoon." A lecture, or a play?"

Arthur turned sideways, he looked at Elder's passionate face and didn't know how to respond.

Seeing his appearance, Elder couldn't help whistling: "Brother, why do you look like you are dying again? You can't be fired by Scotland Yard again, right?"

Arthur said helplessly: "It's worse than that."

"what happened?"

Arthur scratched his head, he felt that it was a bit difficult to talk about it, but what should be said still couldn't get around after all.

He sighed. "Don't you know? I took Scotland Yard police yesterday to crush a workers' march?"

Elder pinched his chin and pondered for a while: "Is anyone dead?"

Arthur shook his head: "No."

When Elder heard this, he raised his eyebrows and whistled. He gave Arthur a thumbs up: "Nice!"

Arthur was taken aback by him, and immediately couldn't laugh or cry: "Elder, I don't want you to praise me, I don't think it's something glorious."

"Then what should I do? I can't scold you, can I?"

Elder didn't care and said: "Besides, your Scotland Yard policemen have to do such things. The workers marched to ask for a meal, and the police suppressed the demonstration to ask for a meal.

No one died on either side, and the demands of the workers have also been passed on, and Scotland Yard has also highlighted its importance, isn't that all right?
So, do you want to go to the theater in the afternoon? I'm afraid that after a while the ship will be repaired and I will have to go to sea training. I must hurry up and spend the money I have saved. Arthur, I am really in a hurry. "

Arthur pursed his lips when he heard the words: "I think you should go pick out a suitable new dress this afternoon. I plan to take you to General Codrington's private banquet this Sunday to be my scientific assistant."

When Elder heard this, his mouth was so long that he could put a fist in it: "Arthur, my good brother!"

Arthur asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"

Elder covered his mouth with emotion: "Now, even if you killed the worker during the suppression, I have to forgive you!"

When Arthur heard this, he didn't know how to respond. He pursed his lips, waved his hands and said, "Hurry up, you idiot!"

Elder slammed the door shut, and the room fell silent again.

Arthur looked at the red devil sitting on the table and said, "He said he forgave me. Does this mean that even people who graduated from the Department of Classical Literature of the University of London can be gods?"

Hearing this, Agares didn't respond positively, he just nodded with a smile.

Seeing his appearance, Arthur just snorted: "Then God is really high-level."

At times like this in the past, the Red Devil would most likely sneer at God with Arthur, but this time he seldom didn't agree, but instead spoke instead.

"Arthur, you are still too young to understand that those beautiful things must not be beautiful. As for beautiful birds, not all of them are made of beautiful feathers."

Arthur looked at him: "What are you talking about?"

Agares flipped the parchment scroll and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Just like you said before, be their king, not their god."

Arthur hesitated, and he asked, "Why?"

The corners of the Red Devil's mouth curled up, his eye sockets were filled with scarlet eyes, and the scarlet pupils reflected the unknown rotating gears and the secrets sealed behind them.

His illusory figure gradually disappeared in the white gauze curtains, and after a long time, only the afterglow of his voice remained in the room.

"Because even if human beings plan to overthrow the most vicious king in the world, they won't be as outraged as if they smashed a harmless old idol... Arthur, you have to remember that if you can't control others , others will control you, try to free yourself from the domination of others. If you can't do it, you will soon find out that they are your hell..."

(End of this chapter)