The Shadow of Great Britain

169: Chapter 121: Lady Ormac VII (4K4)_3 169: Chapter 121: Lady Ormac VII (4K4)_3 Who would have thought Agares, upon hearing these words, felt not honoured but shamed.

He frowned and shook his finger sarcastically, “Arthur, you might question my intentions, but you should not doubt my eye for selecting collaborators or my capabilities.

Frankly speaking, among the 72 pillars of demons, I suppose only Asmodeus might stoop to urinate alongside Eld.”

“I do desire the souls of Contractors, that is true.

But if Eld were to make a pact with me, I fear his soul would eventually end up in the hands of Lady Liv.

I have no interest in assisting Contractors to find women to redeem their pawned souls.”

Arthur ran his fingers through the hair that fell before his eyes, pulling it back behind his head, revealing a hairline that was lower than the average standard in Britain.

“Now I realize that your standards are even higher than the University of London’s Department of Classical Literature.

It seems a miracle that Eld managed to receive an education in his lifetime.”

Agares quickly followed up with another question, “So, Arthur, are you really interested in Almack’s Club or not?”

Arthur sighed and, staring into the Red Devil’s gleaming red eyes, said, “It seems there are indeed many things of interest to you inside!

This is the first time I see such eagerness in you.”

The Red Devil grinned mischievously and said, “Oh!

My dear Arthur, aren’t you interested as well?”

Arthur nodded, “Of course, I’m interested.

But that prestigious club located on King Street is not accessible to just anyone.

Based on the information I’ve gathered, although they host very unique balls every Wednesday night, Almack’s Club has been a very private organization since its establishment in 1765.”

“Entry is granted only with the approval of a committee formed by seven female patrons and upon the annual payment of 10 Guineas as membership dues.

Moreover, I must also learn the various peculiar rules of that place.”

“Therefore, although I could financially squeeze myself in, gaining the approval of the female patrons’ committee is not something that can be resolved with a few cases.”

The Red Devil, upon hearing this, instantly showed a look of triumphant conspiracy, full of joy.

“Oh!

My dear Arthur, have you forgotten who you are?

You are the most proud and cunning disciple of Professor Agares.

Anything you desire, I can satisfy—under certain conditions.”

Arthur, upon hearing this, frowned and said, “Agares, ‘satisfaction under conditions’ is not satisfaction; it’s a mere transaction.

So it seems, being the disciple of Hell’s most erudite professor gets me no advantage after all.

Hmm…

Now I think I understand why Baal easily expelled you from Hell.

Perhaps it’s because you’re too stingy, and when Baal kicked you out, no other devils were willing to help you.”

Agares, hearing this, couldn’t help but adjust his glasses, “Arthur, you must understand that even Britain’s ‘Apprentices’ Morality and Education Act’ merely guarantees mere two hours of education rights for apprentice workers each day, with the remaining ten hours spent working honestly.

Compared to your laws, the fact that I’m willing to trade with you on equal terms is already very commendable.”

Who would have guessed that Arthur, upon hearing this, would stand up and stare at the Red Devil without a word, merely sighing.

The Red Devil, puzzled by his reaction, pressed, “What are you sighing about?”

Arthur, with a complex expression, looked at him and said, “Agares.”

The Red Devil frowned and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Arthur patted his insubstantial shadow and, gazing up at the ceiling, heaved a long sigh, “Capitalism has ruined you!”

Having said that, he locked all the documents on the table into the drawer, then strode out of the room.

It took a while for Agares to realize what had happened, and he bellowed angrily at Arthur’s retreating back, “Arthur!

The souls in my possession, you ask me to calculate interest for you, I offer you a deal, and you’re not even willing to pay a shilling.

The pact I signed with you was a fair soul trade agreement, not a damned Tsarist Russia serf-indenture!”