The sky over London was foggy, but by the change in the light and dark rays of the sun behind the clouds, it was still clear that the sun had long since crossed the midline, and over time it would gradually tilt westwards until it submerged in the dark water level of the River Thames.

On the avenue of Baker Street, a black, gold-painted open-top carriage drove steadily, and on the seat of the carriage sat an English gentleman with a solemn expression and a shiny back.

A simple bow is tied over a wide stiff stand collar washed and dyed white with starch slurry, and a lace pleated chest of the white shirt can be seen between the bow and the dark black waistcoat.

Worn on the outermost layer of them is a streamlined black slim-fitting tuxedo with an open stand-up collar like a lily petal, with an elaborate design that tightens at the waist like a glass vase to accentuate the wearer's figure, plus tapered pants that are also inky black, and silver-white brocade gloves that shine on the left hand and a new cane held in the naked slender right hand.

At a glance, I only feel that this gentleman has an indescribable aristocratic atmosphere all over his body.

The cold wind at the end of October blew, and the moisture in the air covered Arthur's face, making him feel a heavy chill, and he couldn't help but pick up the black top hat on his knee and put it back on, take a deep breath, and then slowly exhale it.

The Red Devil lay on his side in the seat across from him, and Agareth looked at his outfit carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

"Arthur, a very good outfit, you will wear it like this for future banquets, and I will keep you able to fascinate those noble ladies who are ignorant of the world to cry for you."

Normally, at such times, Arthur would mock Agareth's praise, but now, he really is not in the mood.

He only felt that this dress made him more uncomfortable than the uniform of Scotland Yard, perhaps because when he ordered this dress before, he deliberately emphasized the importance of this dress to the tailor, so the tailor tightened the shoulders, abdomen and other parts in order to pursue absolute close-fitting beauty.

At this moment, Arthur was a little skeptical that as long as his biceps muscles were exerted, the whole dress would be torn apart, causing him to have to wear a shirt on the crowded Baker Street.

It would have been fine if it was just uncomfortable to wear, but it was also very difficult to put on this dress, especially the bow part of the stand-up collar, which he had specially asked Dumas, an expert at the dinner party, to make for him, and he couldn't get it himself.

For Arthur, it may be easier to carve a dragon and phoenix on the criminal with a thin sword than to ask him to tie an elaborate bow and make a frill.

To make matters worse, the price of the outfit far exceeded Arthur's expectations, and the combined cost him £15 and 6 shillings.

Even though he was now a Scottish Yard superintendent with a salary of £2 and 12 shillings a week, he still felt too extravagant to spend more than a month's salary on clothes.

Agareth saw the twitching corners of his mouth and understood what he was thinking.

The Red Devil was relieved: "Arthur, since you are so worried about money, why do you have to develop the bad habit of visiting bookstores? The London Social Guide you bought yesterday sells for 23 shillings for one copy. If you read a book of two or three volumes, I dare to charge you two or three pounds, forty or fifty shillings.

And you, in extreme luxury, have a large box of books. As much as I admire your little villain's greedy thirst for knowledge, sometimes you have to control your insatiable cravings.

Don't you understand? Loving to read is also one of the reasons why you were once poor. ”

Arthur endured it again and again, but when he heard this, he finally couldn't bear it.

He calmly shot back, "Agareth, if you can solve all the riddles of the world yourself, won't you allow me, a lowly human being, to properly explore the realm you already know?" Or do you want me to remain ignorant so that I can continue to increase your own worth? ”

When the Red Devil heard this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and snickered, "Oh, Arthur, do you think too highly of the knowledge you humans have? You've read so many books, then you should understand a truth.

The more a human knows, the less he knows. The less a human knows, the more he thinks he knows.

That's why I don't like to make a pact with an ignorant human, because even if you teach him the truth, he will think you're farting. ”

When Arthur heard this, he couldn't help but reply, "Isn't that what you wanted?" You only need to follow their words to gain their trust, and it is very easy to deceive their souls. ”

Agareth plucked his ears with his little finger, and he said, "That's not fun." Arthur, in a way, you and I are the same character, and we both like challenging work. Not only is there no meaning in human life, but even the devil is actually meaningless, so we all have to have some fun for ourselves, just to live for the sake of living, what is the difference between that person and a monkey? ”

When Arthur heard this, he couldn't help but complain: "Don't mention the monkey thing anymore, this word has been so frequent lately, so much so that I have begun to wonder if Charles's research results are so meaningful." Alexander, Elder and Charles and I used monkeys to attack each other every day, only to find out that the monkey was actually me.

Also, Agareth, I must remind you that you and I are not the same personality at all, and I don't like any challenging work. My greatest wish in life was, is, and will be sustainable. The reason why I've come this far is because you've forced me to get to where I am today.

If you had let me go to the American colonies in peace, I might have made my first pot of gold by selling water or sewing jeans. With this money, I can go to California to buy some family property, such as a large piece of land in Santa Clara Valley, so that in the future, no matter what Apple, Google, or Facebook, all of them will have to look at the faces of our Hastings. ”

Agareth frowned, he stared at Arthur, looking like a fool: "Wake up, Arthur, I see that you are crazy about reading, the face book is out, I think you might as well learn more about Elder and read more Erotology Book."

And you're not bad now, as a young superintendent of police in Scotland Yard, if you pull your face, it's not easy to get five or six hundred pounds a year? ”

When Arthur heard this, he just wanted to loosen his tight collar, but he put his hand on the collar and realized that it was inappropriate.

He said helplessly: "What you said is easy. ”

When Agareth heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "Look, you said that you want to lie down, but in your heart you feel sorry for it. You made yourself like this, don't you understand what the reason is?

You, like me, want to stand up and earn money. That's why I'm being cast out of hell. And you, if you don't correct it in time, it won't be long before you repeat my mistakes like me. You're still resisting entering the area you're supposed to be in, but Arthur, I have to tell you, you should have belonged.

You have to understand that civilization is the work of a few elites, and they are the top of the pyramid. And the purpose of the bricks that fall at the bottom is only to raise them higher so that they can be closer to the sun.

You can reason with one or two bricks, but you can never reason with a bunch of bricks because they look weird and uneven.

So, in order to make them all understand, you can't tell them, 'We're bricks or round bricks,' and you can't even tell them, 'We're bricks,' because some of them think they're not bricks.

You can only yell at them, 'We're all going to go to the top,' and you're only going to be accepted with this simple, ridiculous logic."

Even if you want to drive them, don't talk to them about the complexity of the world, and don't explain and explain it, because at such times, intelligence tends to shake their minds, which in turn weakens their ability to fight.

Because all the universal beliefs in this world are fiction, they have never stood up to scrutiny, and if they do, they will die.

After all, as you know, there is only a little place at the top of the pyramid, and if every brick is piled up there, it is not called a pyramid, but a foundation that everyone can step on. ”

When Arthur heard this, he stared at Agareth and couldn't help but ask, "Agareth, I have to say, I can't understand you anymore." What do you want from me, you devil? ”

When the Red Devil heard this, he didn't answer, he just sniffed the parchment roll in his hand lightly, and then passed away with the wind.

When he froze again, Agareth had appeared not far from the spire of the Gothic bell tower of the Royal Academy of Music, made of red bricks.

He watched Arthur's carriage disappear to the end of the street, and then with great interest he picked up the quill in a parchment scroll and pulled a dry inkwell from his pocket.

His eyes widened and he glanced into the inkwell, the ink in it had already been used up by him.

Seeing this, Agareth took out a small fresh ball from his pocket and threw it in.

I heard a cry of pain that was enough to tear my soul apart, and then a drop of red ink condensed from the dry inkwell.

Agareth dipped the quill into the inkwell, then stared at the pitiful drop of ink on the bright red tip for a long time, and then glanced at the blank parchment scroll in his hand, and finally couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck, it still doesn't work...... If he is allowed to do this, sooner or later he will have to make a loss-making business...... No, I'll have to give him something new for this feast......"

(End of chapter)