shadow of britain

Chapter 22 Farewell Moment?
In front of the vast and gorgeous Parliament Square, Arthur, who was wearing pleated clothes, looked out of place with the luxuriously dressed crowd here.

Although Willox's attack did not hurt him, it still opened several holes in his coat.

The gentlemen and ladies around looked at him with strange eyes.

They didn't know why this young man who looked clean and tidy was wearing such a torn coat that was stained with sewage.

But Arthur didn't care about their eyes, he just walked as usual.

He walked in Parliament Square at his familiar pace, just as he used to patrol the narrow alleys of London's East End.

Agares was by his side, and the Red Devil couldn't stop laughing along the way, commenting on the avant-garde outfits of the ladies around him from time to time.

"Look, what's on her head? Two flower feathers? Is she trying to pretend to be a peacock?"

"Damn it, can't she wear less perfume? It smells as strong as the Thames!"

Arthur didn't know if he was impatient with the talkative red devil, he stopped and took a deep breath.

"Agares."

When the Red Devil heard Arthur calling him, he came over with wide-eyed eyes.

"what happened?"

"I'm sorry about today's incident." Arthur glanced at the police officer's knife in his hand: "I shouldn't have hit so hard, I should have left him alone and forced him to hand over his soul. I'm sorry , let your lunch go to waste."

When Agares heard this, the corners of his grinning lips almost touched his ears.

"Oh! Arthur, my good brother! What are you being polite to me for?

I am a devil, and I want souls to torture them for my own pleasure.And what you did today made me so happy!

You have no idea how happy I was when I watched you take the life of that shit sheriff!

I felt as if it wasn't you standing there, it was me.The pile of scum that fell on the ground was not Willox, but Baal!

Damn, I'm so happy!One day I will do this again, sooner or later that bastard Barr will die in my hands! "

Arthur saw that the red devil was so happy that his tail stood up, so he believed that he was not lying.

He let out a long breath: "I don't know if what I did was right or not. But I always took a life on my back. Fortunately, once Willox died, the internal investigation could no longer continue, and the witnesses were gone. How to investigate Tom and Tony?"

Agares raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Tom and Tony were saved, but what are you going to do next?"

Arthur looked up at the sky, the gray clouds were moving away, and a ray of bright sunlight could be vaguely seen in the gaps in the clouds.

He covered his eyebrows with his palms to avoid the light, squinted his eyes and said, "Let's take a step and see. If it doesn't work, I'll go to America by boat. Don't people who can't make it in China usually go there?
Some of them go to North America, some go to South America.I can be active in the Amazon jungle, and I can also go to the Pampas grassland to herd sheep.

By the way, I heard that the gangsters in the North American colonies are engaged in some kind of westward movement, and I don't know if gold mines have been discovered there now.

If I find out, maybe I can take advantage of the gold rush to sell water. "

Agares was puzzled: "Arthur, what kind of brains are you on? People go to pan for gold in the gold rush, why are you selling water?"

Arthur shrugged: "I don't know, but this was taught to me by a text I read when I was a child. It said that selling water in the gold rush can make you rich, and you can also become a business tycoon. I plan to verify it for myself. Lied to me."

Agares looked contemptuous: "You should stop verifying, how much money can you earn by selling a bucket of water? Besides, wouldn't it be better to stay in Britain?"

Arthur said helplessly: "I have to stay too. After I go to Scotland Yard to see Tom and Tony for the last time, we can prepare to buy a boat ticket and set off for America this afternoon."

"Do you have enough savings to go to America?"

"I'm not the same as Tom and Tony. One of them has a wife and children, and the other is planning to get married. I'm a bachelor with nothing to worry about, and I save money pretty fast. To be honest, plus studying at university I've already saved up a huge sum of ten pounds for the academic gold medal that I will win."

A playful smile appeared on Agares' face.

"Oh, that's a lot of money! I hope you can do it."

Arthur stared at Agares' face for a long time, and he read something wrong from the expression of the red devil.

"Agares, do you have something to hide from me?"

"Have it?"

Agares turned out a file, and while polishing his little nails, he said, "Actually, I have quite a lot of things to hide from you. Which one are you going to listen to?"

"Then you start from the beginning, oh, by the way, just don't start with King Solomon."

When Agares heard that Arthur would not let him mention King Solomon, he threw the file on the ground in a rage.

"Arthur! Then I have nothing to say!"

Arthur looked a little surprised, and he replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Agares, it was my fault. I thought your devil career would be wonderful."

Agares was so angry that there was smoke above his head, and he disappeared in front of Arthur in a blink of an eye.

Arthur sighed, he reached out and rubbed his face, hoping to make himself look more energetic, and then walked towards Whitehall Street.

No. 4 Whitehall Street was not too far away, and he arrived there in a short while.

Looking at the majestic London Metropolitan Police Headquarters, Arthur always felt a little strange.

Although he has been here many times, this is the first time he has visited as an ordinary citizen.

He pushed open the door, and inside were the busy London police officers as usual.

These former colleagues who were sitting at their desks sorting out documents heard someone pushing the door, and involuntarily looked up at him.

For the first time Arthur felt how awkward it was to be watched.

He looked down at the casual clothes on his body, then at the uniformed London police officers, and slightly raised his hand in embarrassment.

"I'm looking for Tom and Tony. I heard that they are in confinement and are under investigation?"

His eyes swept over every policeman present, but as soon as his eyes were about to touch each other, they all lowered their heads in unison and buried their faces in the newspapers in their hands.

In the office full of people, no one responded to his request, let alone answered his question.

Everyone was just busy on their own, as if he was just a mass of invisible air.

The world wouldn't be a better place without him.

The world wouldn't be a worse place without him.

Arthur's hand holding the doorknob trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, he finally let go of the doorknob, ready to leave this place that no longer belonged to him and he no longer belonged.

However, when he just turned around, a gentle and generous voice sounded softly behind him.

"Excuse me, is that Sergeant Arthur Hastings?"

(End of this chapter)