Outside the door of the conference hall stood two English gentlemen dressed in formal suits with pestle and canes.

The thin, capable, gray-bearded man was about forty years old, and Arthur recognized the teacher he had audited many times: Professor John Austin, dean of the University of London Law School, professor of jurisprudence, and founder of one of the three major schools of modern law.

And the one standing next to him looked a little older than Arthur, but he looked like he was only about thirty years old, but the one who could stand next to Professor Austin was probably some new young professor at the University of London?

Arthur held the white gloves in his hand, he turned his head to look at Director Rowan, who was full of iron, and then turned his head to Professor Austin and apologized: "Mr. Austin, as you can see, although the law is closely related to my work, there are too many things that have affected my energy since I left school. So, I've been neglecting to study law for a long time. ”

Austin didn't seem to notice the tension in the air, and he laughed and joked with Arthur, "In that case, do you need me to help you catch up on the lessons?" It's still the old rule, you help me with lunch, and don't get angry when I criticize Kant, that's it. To be honest, I've missed you a lot since you left campus. Because of you, there is one less student who is willing to come to my lectures. ”

When Arthur heard this, he just pursed his lips and said, "If you are willing to make your course a little less difficult, there should be a little more students attending the class." You're too perfectionist in your academic requirements, and I'm always glad that your course is an elective in the history department, and if it were mandatory, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to graduate at this point. ”

When Rowan heard what Arthur and Austin said, he didn't pay attention to him at all, and he suppressed his fire temperament and asked, "May I ask why the two gentlemen are visiting the Metropolitan Police Department today?" We have a high-level policing meeting going on here, and if you have nothing to do with policing, please leave here immediately. ”

Hearing this, the young man standing next to Austin spoke: "May I ask if you are Mr. Charles Rowan, the director of the Greater London Metropolitan Police?" ”

Luo Wan nodded slightly, his face cloudy: "May I ask who you are?" ”

The young man stepped forward and held out his hand to him: "Edwin Chadwick, a graduate of the Law Society of the Inner Temple, private secretary to Mr. Jeremy Bentham and, at the same time, permanent private secretary of the Chancellor's Hall, who has just been appointed by Lord Breham, Lord Justice of Great Britain.

I am Lord Chancellor of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, a member of the Royal Council, the Counsellor of the Privy Council of the Kingdom, the President of the House of Lords loyal to His Majesty the King, the Chairman of the Judicial Committee of the Privy Council and the House of Lords, the Supreme Magistrate of the Kingdom and the Chief Executive of the Chancellor's Office, the Seals of England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland, the President of the Court of Chancery, the highest legal authority of Great Britain established in accordance with the principles of equality, fairness and justice, President of the English Law Association, Oxford, appointed by His Majesty the King, Inspector of all Ecclesiastical Universities in Cambridge and other areas of England, ordained by the clergy of 442 English dioceses and 12 cathedrals, the highest superintendent of public health care in Great Britain, inspector of dozens of English hospitals such as St. Mary's Hospital, Queen Charlotte Hospital, Manchester Royal Infirmary, founder of the Edinburgh Review, founder of the Whig Party newspaper and founder and chairman of the Council of the University of London, and appointed by Lord Henry Peter Broughham,

On behalf of the Home Office and the Chancellor's Hall of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Mr. Arthur Hastings, the finest police officer of Great Britain, the Kingdom Police Specialist and Superintendent of the Greater London Metropolitan Police and a distinguished alumnus of the University of London, is invited to participate in a joint multi-agency seminar on the establishment of the District Prosecution Service for London, which is expected to be held next month. ”

Outside the window, dark clouds covered the sun, and a thunderbolt flashed, illuminating the faces of every superintendent present.

Superintendent Moseley, who was sitting next to Arthur, couldn't help but whistle, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It looks like someone is going to be unlucky." ”

Director Rowan only felt that his calves were sore and weak, and he fell backwards with a thud, and sat on the windowsill with his ass, his broad, sturdy back slamming open the window, and a gust of wind blew through, bringing up the curtains and covering him behind the white veil.

Arthur glanced at Luo Wan, who was half-covered by curtains, and said calmly: "Hall Director, I really can't find you now, it's a good thing to hide." ”

When the Deputy Director of the Department, Sir Mayne, saw this, and hurried up to play the round.

He pressed his hands on the table and got up and smiled: "This kind of thing, just let someone send a document over." Mr. Chadwick, why did you, Lord Broughham's Permanent Private Secretary, make the trip yourself? ”

Chadwick glanced coldly at Rowan who was completely expressionless under the curtain mask, turned his head to look at Sir Mayne and said, "Before I came, I thought there was no need to make a special trip to this little thing. But now it seems that my trip is still necessary. Lord Broughham was prescient enough to worry about such a problem. ”

When Sir Mayne saw Chadwick's tone so hard, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Although the immediate report of Scotland Yard is the Home Office, they often have to deal with magistrates because of their work.

If the Chancery Hall, which is in charge of the magistrates, is offended, they will definitely not be able to eat and walk around from now on.

And even if they grit their teeth and bite the bullet and do it in the Grand Chancellor's Hall, their boss, the Viscount of Melbourne, will not allow it.

This is because although the members of the cabinet are all equal on the surface, in fact they also have a precedence.

In the traditional ranking of ministers of state left over from the Middle Ages, the Chancellor is the second most important minister of state after the king's ministers.

However, the Governor-General is not a permanent office, and is now often vacant, which means that the Chancellor Chancellor is now the de facto First Minister of State.

In third place after the Lord Chancellor is the First Chancellor, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.

According to British political tradition, if there is an emergency in the country, such as a temporary vacancy in the king's seat or when the king and prince are unable to exercise their power for health reasons, the Lord Chancellor will be the acting regent in first order.

According to the Treason Act of 1351, the assassination of the Lord Chancellor and the assassination of the king were essentially the same nature, and both were serious treason.

It is precisely because of the unique position of the Lord Chancellor in the British political and legal system that although the Lord Chancellor is weaker than the Prime Minister in terms of power, he is still superior to the Prime Minister in terms of social status.

In all of Great Britain, there are only two people who can be higher in social status than the Lord Chancellor, one is King William IV of England, and the other is the religious leader, the Archbishop of Canterbury.

It can be said that the man behind Arthur was changed from his immediate superior, Sir Robert Peel, Secretary of State for Home Affairs, to Lord Henry Bruham, Lord Justice, and turned upside down, and his waist was not only not weak, but became harder.

When Luo Wan thought of this, he couldn't wait to slap himself in the face.

It was only then that he finally remembered the good of the Duke of Wellington and Sir Peel, and if the Tories were still in power, at most Arthur, the only seedling of the University of London, was bouncing around.

But now that the Whigs are on the rise, Arthur Hastings is not the only one who is bouncing around.

Lord Broughham took over the post of Lord Chancellor, and the Royal Warrant from the University of London would be issued almost 100 per cent.

The justices have all become from the University of London, and how can the University of Oxford, the University of Cambridge, and the clergy still contradict it?

Of course, if they are really willing to sacrifice some of their financial interests in order to block the University of London, it is not impossible.

Doesn't the Chancellor just have the power to supervise the university and issue the parish scorpion, what's the big deal?

The clergy and the professors of Oxford and Cambridge can be a little tougher, anyway, at most, the education funds are withheld, the holy money cannot be paid, and everyone goes to work at their own expense.

However, these are not the main worries of Rowan, because Oxbridge and the clergy must be more anxious than him about the royal charter of the University of London.

At present, Rowan's biggest concern is that if this trend continues, I am afraid that it will not be long before the judicial system begins to flood with graduates from the University of London.

If Lord Broughham insisted on cultivating Arthur, the means could have been taken to the extreme.

From now on, only the cases prosecuted by Arthur will be accelerated by the magistrate's court, and in a few months, this kid's performance will definitely rise rapidly.

When it was time to report to the Ministry of Internal Affairs at the end of the year, the big guy's performance list was pulled out and looked at, and Arthur could be revealed.

Rowan leaned on the windowsill and looked at Arthur, who was talking and laughing with Austin and Chadwick in front of him, and felt that his whole heart was half cold.

He originally thought that this was just an ordinary young man with no background, no connections, and from the York countryside, how could he have such an unfathomable background in the blink of an eye?

Rowan took a deep breath, he turned his head to look out the window at the storm, the cold raindrops lapping on his face, finally clearing his dizzy brain.

Luo Wan raised his eyes to look at the thunderbolt in the sky, and only felt that there were a thousand words on his lips that wanted to pour out.

However, at this moment, what he wants to do most is to point to the sky and question the old thing that has been missing since entering the nineteenth century - is there a god in charge or not? Damn it! University of London!! University of London !! Why is that atheist college on Gower Street so powerful?!

(End of chapter)