After parting ways with Held, Arthur paced slowly towards Scotland Yard along his usual patrol path.

He turned a blind eye to the hawkers on both sides of the road, and only reluctantly persuaded them to politely quit when the shopkeepers strongly protested.

This is a philosophy that Arthur learned after working in Scotland Yard for half a year.

The Metropolitan Police is responsible for policing with the world's largest population of 1.5 million, and 1 in 10 of those 1.5 million people are directly or indirectly engaged in mobile retail.

Prisons around London were already overcrowded, so it was impossible for Arthur to put everyone in prison.

Even if the Royal Navy's ships were able to travel all over the seas, defeat the Dutch and Spanish armadas, and defeat Napoleon's fleet at the Battle of Trafalgar, the Royal Navy was equally incapable of deporting all the London hawkers to Australia.

To catch or not to catch, Arthur will always face this difficult choice in the past six months.

Fortunately, from now on, he will never have to face this dilemma again.

Agareth drooped his head like a defeated rooster, and he followed Arthur step by step, unable to lift his spirits at all.

Arthur also noticed that his friend was not quite in the mood, so he asked, "Agareth, what's wrong with you?" Look at your stinky face, like a defeated Frenchman. ”

"Arthur! You're going to let me accompany you to the sea to see whales, what are you going to make me make? Am I going to laugh? ”

After saying this, Agareth ran to a fish stall and squatted down, he looked at the half-dead herring with bubbles on the case with a disgusted expression, and then covered his forehead and sighed.

"How many virtues have I accumulated to get me to this point? In the next few years, I'll only be able to eat with this ugly-looking, slime-stained little thing? ”

Arthur was not sympathetic to Agareth's complaints, but wanted to correct the devil's erroneous values.

"Agareth, you are disrespecting the history of this country by saying that. For a long time, the Royal Navy was fed on what you call ugly little things.

In order to promote mercantilist policies and encourage the development of fishing and shipbuilding, Henry VII issued the Fish Eating Decree, which made it mandatory to eat fish on Lent and Lent days every year.

By the time of Elizabeth I, the scope of fish-eating days was expanded to three days a week. Eating fish is the responsibility and obligation of every king's subjects. ”

Agareth was so angry that he conjured three torches out of nowhere, jumping on his feet while performing a circus clown-like trick to provoke Arthur.

"Take the laws of Britain to kill the Duke of Hell, Arthur, you are so powerful! I just don't eat it, what can you do with me? ”

Arthur shrugged his shoulders: "According to the law, if you don't eat according to the regulations on the day of fishing, the lightest punishment is six hours of shackles, but your attitude is extremely serious, so I advocate a sentence of ten days in prison." But that's all in the past. Now you don't like to eat or not, no one cares about you. ”

"Nobody cares about me? So why are you mentioning this? ”

Arthur replied earnestly, "Since you just called me an excellent graduate of the University of London this morning, I intend to show you my excellent academic qualities. While this stuff doesn't usually come in the day-to-day work of the Metropolitan Police, I think it's important not to disappoint you, the main patron, a little bit of an explanation. ”

"I don't need you to give me this kind of explanation! If you really want to give me an explanation, then use your nimble little brain to think of another way out but to float on the sea. ”

"Unfortunately, Agareth, it was too late. If you had honestly sent me to Oxford or Cambridge, or if I had graduated without a financial downturn, maybe I would have had other options.

But now, I only have to go to the sea. Agareth, it's all your fault. ”

"Oh! My dear Arthur. Agareth pleaded in a low voice, "If I apologize now, is it too late?" ”

Arthur pointed to the badge on his hat and asked, "If an apology is useful, what else do you want the police to do?" ”

"Damn! Then you're iron-hearted? In that case, why don't you take off your disgusting clothes? Haven't all the salaries been paid this week? ”

Arthur said: "This is called being cautious and standing on the last shift. As long as I haven't formally submitted my resignation, I'll still be a member of the London Metropolitan Police. ”

"Oh, Arthur......" Agareth picked up his handkerchief and pretended to wipe his tears, "I almost believed your nonsense." What the hell are you hell bastard going to do? ”

Arthur glanced at him: "I've been disgusted by this place for half a year, did I just leave so lightly?" ”

"Oh! That's right! The devil smiled excitedly, "What are you going to do?" Burning Scotland Yard with a fire, or stabbing that fucking boss of yours? ”

"Neither."

"And what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to stab Scotland Yard with a knife and add fire to my boss's ass."

"Isn't it all the same?"

"No, Agareth, you don't understand, it's not the same at all."

Arthur stopped suddenly, and he was standing at the corner of the street where there were many people.

Behind him was the noisy, filthy, rotten East End of London.

And the world in front of him has completely changed.

Rows of neat houses and clean streets, Gothic minarets, resplendent medieval buildings blend with the surrounding modern houses of exquisite design, ornate reliefs and strange black fences, and the vicinity of the Parliament Square is full of richly decorated horse-drawn carriages and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies.

In less than three miles, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland is home to the Houses of Parliament in London, to the east, to the north by the executive-lined Whitehall Street, to the west by the Supreme Court of Great Britain, and to the south by Westminster Abbey and St. Margaret's Church, which symbolize the Anglican Church.

All this contrasts with the dark and filthy scene behind him, which is dazzling.

And Arthur's destination today is located here.

His gaze drifted north through the dense flow of people.

4 Whitehall Street – Headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Force in London.