shadow of britain

Chapter 32 The Devil's Whisper

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

It was night now, 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, in police uniform, sat in front of the case, his face illuminated by soft, warm yellow lights.

From time to time, there will be noisy noises from couples arguing 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 light in the past few years, he can only sleep with a little peace of mind when everything around him quiets down.

But today is obviously different, he neither feels irritable because of the noise, nor suffers from being unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Because he put his full attention on the job at hand.

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

He looked up at them from time to time, and after pausing for a moment to think, he picked up the quill and wrote down his thoughts on the old newspaper beside him. Transcribed word by word like a printing press on clean white ruled paper.

He turned over the "Scotland Yard House Regulations" and "Police Instructions" page after page, and the time passed bit by bit.

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

Arthur stretched lazily on the back of the chair. Suddenly, five slender fingers with jet-black fingernails pressed down on his desktop, picking up the dozen or so pages of paper he compiled after a hard night.

Immediately afterwards, Agares spoke with a calm and familiar voice amidst madness: "What a beautiful handwriting. Arthur, if one day I go back to hell, you might as well be my clerk."

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 haven't seen you all night."

The red devil's laugh rang in Arthur's ears: "I can't bear to disturb you after you work so hard. So I went to Windsor Castle by myself. Arthur, you know? That king of yours , is going to die, he even piss is purple!"

Arthur heard this and said in a daze, "How do you know?"

"Of course it's because I saw him pee!"

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

Agares laughed: "Although there is nothing to see, I must always pay attention to him.

His body exudes a rotten breath that even crows can understand. I followed the ravens raised in the Tower of London to find him last night.

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

I promise, he will be willing to hand over half of his wealth and power, even if his soul is added, in exchange for ten to five years of life, this is quite a bargain!

Arthur, think again, don't be so dead-headed.All I want is the soul, and the rest is yours. "

Arthur leaned back in the chair and stroked back his hair that looked a little greasy from staying up late.

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

When Agares heard this, his smile froze suddenly.

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

The Red Devil asked suspiciously, "Are you not sick?"

He looked again at the rising sun outside the window and Arthur's slightly darkened eye circles from staying up late.

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

Arthur didn't know whether to laugh or cry about Agares' reaction. He asked, "What do you think of me? I finally made up my mind to talk to you about some business. Is this your attitude?"

The Red Devil frowned when he heard the words. He pondered for a long time before he clapped his hands and laughed wildly and shouted: "You want to cheat me? Arthur, you are too young to play with me! I followed King Solomon back then... "

"When they invaded Jerusalem." This time, before the Red Devil could speak, Arthur had already picked up the words.

He complained: "Agares, can't you come up with some new words? After all, you are also one of the top scholars in hell. You are proficient in astronomy, mathematics, and the mysteries of language and writing. Can you speak a little level?"

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

Instead, he asked tentatively: "Have you changed your sex? You don't want to leave this shit pot by boat, and you don't want to continue messing around like this?"

"Is this shit pot going to leave by boat?"

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

I hate it here, but at least I have some friends here.

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

Besides, leaving because you hate it feels like a loser.How can 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 grinned.

"My dear Arthur, at last you understand the truth."

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

"Tell me, what should I do?"

Agares heard that the corner of the Red Devil's mouth was like a split pumpkin, almost grinning to the sky.

But his voice is still hoarse with a bit of fatal inducement.

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 in hell, I don't encourage you to ask this kind of question with a predetermined answer in advance. I have no interest in answering fill-in-the-blank questions.

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

Reminisce well about what you have learned and what you have experienced in history courses at the University of London.

As you did in the face of Sheriff Willox, I admit that individuals may swing their knives 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 style of the whole society and the long-standing evils of history with your own efforts.

What groups want most is not freedom but enslavement.

They have a strong desire to obey, and instinctively submit to those who claim to be their leaders.

And the influence of a leader generally seldom comes from reason, but often comes from prestige and emotion.

Moreover, this prestige and affection only belong to the individual, and have nothing to do with your title and status.

As you put it in the Meditations you quoted before the young court clerk: People despise each other and flatter each other;

The public is incapable of discernment, so they cannot judge the truth of things, and many opinions that cannot withstand scrutiny can easily be generally agreed.

And 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 hearts, and when this repetition reaches a certain number of times, your argument will be buried in their hearts Somewhere in the deepest, it became their creed as truth.

They will never allow others to question their truth, nor will they allow others to hold what they believe to be false.This paranoid emotion is so deeply rooted that it cannot be shaken unless it is replaced by another extreme emotion.

At that time, you will become their god, you can wield a power greater than wind and rain, and perhaps this influence will last for centuries in your descendants. "

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

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

"Go for it, Arthur, it will be the foundation of your greatness."

(End of this chapter)