The Shadow of Great Britain
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318: Chapter 203: The Troublesome Imp and a Special Feature Article (7K)_2 318: Chapter 203: The Troublesome Imp and a Special Feature Article (7K)_2 “If I were to go to Hell, I’d naturally have other ways, which you might not know, but I can still pull some strings in Hell.

Besides, Allen, your snack allowance is only suspended.

I’ve given you a chance to reform.

Getting an A in the grammar test shouldn’t be too hard for that clever little brain of yours, should it?”

Pinkerton, seeing that looking pitiful was useless, could only grit his teeth and say, “Damn!

So you’ve made up your mind?”

Arthur nodded slightly, “Allen, don’t be so angry.

The department has specifically established a fund for the education of underage employees.

If you want to attend the University of London in the future, your tuition will be fully covered.”

Pinkerton asked, “What if I want to go to Cambridge or Oxford?”

Arthur simply replied, “Then I assure you, another employee from our department, Mr.

Eld Carter, will propose at an internal meeting to fire you immediately.”

“What’s your stance?”

Arthur pondered for a moment, “Given the current educational ethos demonstrated by Oxford and Cambridge, I’m inclined to support Mr.

Carter’s proposal for now.”

Arthur saw the two brats slump onto the carriage seat like frost-stricken eggplants, and satisfied, he closed the carriage door, saying to the coachman, “Sir, we can depart.

By the way, if it’s not too much trouble, please make sure they walk back to school before you leave.

These two are quite slippery, and without careful watch, they might just cause some trouble.”

The coachman, hearing this, laughed and lightly touched his hat with his whip, “Don’t worry, officer.

I’ll make sure these young masters sit back down in their school seats properly.

To tell you the truth, if it were my son, I’d definitely give them a whipping.

You’re too gentle.”

Arthur just shrugged, taking a puff of his cigar, “There’s nothing I can do, these kids are too daring.

I’m afraid if I were to whip them, they might end up stealing their father’s gun and shooting me in the back.”

Upon hearing this, the coachman just laughed heartily.

After bidding each other farewell, Arthur watched the carriage drive away and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Disraeli found this amusing, “Arthur Hastings, the brightest star of the London police force, the cold-faced detective who chills any criminal with one look, yet you’re let unsettled by two brats.

It seems that educating children is a bigger challenge than catching criminals.”

Arthur exhaled a ring of smoke and nodded, “Benjamin, you don’t understand.

I am only the present of Scotland Yard, but these two brats could be its future.

It’s easier to invest now than to correct them with great effort later.”

Disraeli just blinked and said with a smile, “Then, good luck to the future of Scotland Yard.”

With that, he walked towards the Home Office with his cane.

The Red Devil, hearing this, just smiled wickedly and caressed the sheepskin scroll in his hand, reciting devoutly, “The Lord said, ‘Give, and it shall be given unto you.’ Arthur, I didn’t expect you to be a supporter of this doctrine, but please don’t forget, giving doesn’t necessarily prevent betrayal.

Judas would still betray Jesus, and Peter would still deny Him.”

One can torture sin from purity and likewise purity from sin.

Humanity is divided into heroes and ants, and the difference lies in that heroes, for a good outcome, can commit so-called bad deeds without much concern.”

Hearing this, Arthur felt it somewhat familiar and turned his head to look at Agares, just chuckling and pinching his chin, “Agares, I never knew you this was fond of mingling with great writers!

Influencing the world through them, indeed, is a good tactic for the Devil.

However, oddly enough, looking back, none of them succumbed to you.”

Agares said nothing, and the Red Devil just smiled, “Don’t say that, Arthur.

Aren’t you the same?

Look at what Alexander Dumas wrote in ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ through the mouth of Father Faria: ‘To catch a criminal, identify who benefits from the crime.

If Edmond Dantes is gone, then who benefits?’ My dear Arthur, aren’t you doing the same thing?”

Arthur took a drag on his cigar, “You’re right, I need to think about what I said.

Who benefits from ruining Scotland Yard?

Thinking about it, there might be too many benefiting.

If the malice were directed at an individual, I could quickly target them, but if it’s directed at an organization, it gets trickier.

All the criminals in London despise Scotland Yard, and now the die-hard Tory MPs who stick to traditional Toryism are planning to put themselves alongside criminals?”

Agares clasped his hands and smiled, “If that’s the case, then what do you plan to do about them?”

Arthur just smoothed his white gloves, “It’s simple, although I’m not like the protagonist, Mr.

Dantes, in ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’, without the treasure of Monte Cristo backing me up.

Correspondingly, I have quite a lot of other resources I can utilize.

If they insist on opposing me, I don’t mind providing Alexander with some more material for the next storyline, playing the part of the man behind the scenes.

I just wonder, this time, who the lucky one desiring to go mad is.”