shadow of britain

Chapter 91

Arthur fought with the sailors, but due to language barriers, both sides could only express their strong aggressiveness through various gestures.

Seeing this, Agares couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing: "Oh! Arthur, do you still think it would be a good thing if all human beings speak the same language?
The "Bible" says that the reason why the Tower of Babel was not built is because God made human beings speak different languages, so that human beings could not communicate with each other, so they went their separate ways.

But I have to tell you that this is not the case, God will not interfere in human affairs.

The failure of the Tower of Babel is all due to human beings themselves. They are suspicious of each other, form cliques, divide groups, and equal cooperation often only exists in fantasy worlds.

Human beings always like to attribute all the good things to themselves, and push all the bad things to God.

Whenever there is a disaster, they clamor that it is a punishment from God, and never mention their own reasons.

And every time they want to do something, they use God as a banner, claiming that it comes from God's will.

This is hypocritical human nature. If you treat them well, they will think you are weak and deceitful. If you treat them poorly, they will think you are strong and powerful.

The problem in this world is that smart people are always full of doubts about the truth of the world, while fools always believe in fallacies.

Arthur, believe it or not, as long as you pull out your gun, you can scare these idiots right away? "

Arthur glanced at the Red Devil, and he retorted: "Come on, Agares. People who are pointed at guns and continue to speak hard, most of them have brain problems. The first premise of a person is that he must You have to live, otherwise it is not a human being, but just a corpse. So, is there any necessary connection between whether you draw a gun and what you say?"

Seeing that Arthur didn't listen to him, Agares didn't care, he just sighed.

"Look, Arthur, just keep lying to yourself. But I don't blame you. After all, I understand that lying is also human nature. Most of the time, you don't even dare to face yourself."

Arthur ignored Agares' inductive words, he knew exactly what he was here for today.

If you take out your weapon at this time, it may scare the target too close.

And there was a reason why he used his mother tongue to engage in 'kindly friendly exchanges' with the sailors.

Sure enough, after scolding the sailors for a while, he felt that someone seemed to be staring at him.

It was a young lady in a sky blue pleated skirt, a sun hat and a lace parasol.

Perhaps it was because Arthur had learned too much chemical knowledge from Faraday during this period. Most people would feel pity for such a charming lady, but he couldn't help doing chemical analysis.

It can be seen from her milky snowflake skin with almost no blemishes that she must have used a lot of highly toxic cosmetics with excessive arsenic and lead content.

And from her gorgeous red lips, it can be seen that this color can only be dyed by rouge lipstick with extremely high cinnabar content.

And those big, watery eyes made Arthur feel a little unnatural.

The last time Arthur saw such a big pupil was in the comics.

And according to the recent fashion trends among ladies in London, it can be basically judged that she must have dropped deadly belladonna eye drops.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary men, this is a charming lady who makes them willing to bow down under the pomegranate skirt.

But to Arthur, an amateur chemist, this lady is at the same time a periodic law of elements walking the earth.

While Arthur was observing the lady, the other party was also observing him.

She turned around shyly, turned and walked across the street corner, throwing down a handkerchief embroidered with lace in her hand.

Arthur rushed forward, kicked away the sailors who were about to strike first, and slipped away with oil on his feet before they could react.

"Fuck! Get that kid!"

"That little girl is mine. She gave me a few winks before, so if you know how to do it, quickly hand over your handkerchief!"

"Fuck your mother, she just asked me to take care of her business! Look at your face, it's wrinkled like a piece of dried jellyfish skin, can she admire you?"

Stimulated by male hormones, the sailors, who hadn't seen a woman in months, looked like a Spanish bull in heat. They chased Arthur all the way with red eyes.

However, the bustling flow of people prevented them from moving forward. Seeing that they could not catch up with Arthur, the group of sailors with excess energy fought on the spot.

After several heavy punches, some people's noses were stained, and some people lost half of their teeth.

And Arthur, who got the handkerchief coveted by sailors, hid in the shadow of the street corner. He unfolded the handkerchief carefully, only to see a winding stone arch bridge embroidered on it, and there were still some stones on the edge of the stone arch bridge. A seductive red lip print.

Arthur couldn't help but nodded when he saw the handkerchief.

Martin, the counterfeit businessman, really didn't lie to him, and the signs and tricks were all right. This is the usual modus operandi of 'Cambridge's little brothers'.

For the sake of his help this time, Arthur decided to wait for Mr. Martin to open the tavern later, and not to spoil his business for the time being.

Agares peeked out his head from behind Arthur, and the Red Devil couldn't help but smirked: "Oh, it seems that someone is going to have an affair."

Arthur just snorted out of his nose: "Are you sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was approaching him.

Two slender arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and a girl's voice accompanied by a seductive fragrance sounded behind him.

"Sir, do you want to play? I'm very cheap."

Arthur turned around, looked at the girl who only reached his chest, smiled and took out two bills from his pocket and rubbed them on the other's face.

He took out the thick Chinese accent that he had practiced for more than ten years, and jumped out word by word.

"Play, of course, play. You, make me happy, pay, salary, big."

When the girl heard the accent, a trace of unconcealable joy could not help but glide from the corner of her eyes.

She took Arthur's arm and pressed it tightly against his chest, trying not to let Arthur see her expression clearly.

Taking advantage of the height difference between the two, the girl winked at the little boy guarding the street corner.

After the little boy received the signal, he paced back and forth with his hands in his pockets and disappeared at the end of the alley.

When the girl saw him leave, she was slightly relieved, and then began to talk and laugh as Yanyan nestled in Arthur's arms, and her slender hands began to get dirty.

"Sir, your accent doesn't sound like a native. Where did you come from?"

Arthur gently held her wrist that was in his pocket, and said: "Don't touch my things, if you want, make me happy, and then I can give it to you. I am British, but born In India, so, the accent sounds like curry."

"India?" The girl was pleasantly surprised: "Then you must be traveling on a spice ship, right? The sailors on ocean-going ships can earn a decent income. You must have earned a lot this trip, right?"

Arthur didn't answer directly, he glanced at the girl's flushed face, and then patted the bulging trouser pocket: "I said, I am happy, the reward, the salary, all big."

(End of this chapter)