500: Chapter 266: Pretend to Be Confused (4K7)_3 500: Chapter 266: Pretend to Be Confused (4K7)_3 The Criminal Investigation Departnt survives on solving cases, whereas the Police Intelligence Departnt survives on gathering intelligence.
I definitely cannot submit the record as an achievent of the Police Intelligence Departnt to the Ho Office, so I must produce sothing that I can show them.
You’ve been living in London for so ti now, you must know who typically gathers around Speaker’s Corner, right?”
Louis, sitting by the window, read aloud, “I’ve heard so about it.
I hear that place changes its face every mont, perhaps praising the Governnt in the morning, only to mock and deride it at noon, and by afternoon, they almost can’t wait to raise torches and set Westminster Palace afla.”
“It’s more than that.
If you spend too much ti there, you’ll surely go mad.”
“How so?”
Arthur began, “The rchants’ representative from the east says our Governnt is held by greedy nobility and decadent priests, it’s a shaful nation that embodies feudalism and backwardness.
The workers’ representative from the west claims the Governnt is manipulated by financial city bankers and factory owners, it’s an evil kingdom representing the interests of big bankers and businessn.
The small-town citizens’ representative from the south clings to Malthus’s theory on population, attacking Governnt policies for yielding to the lazy folks trying to get sothing for nothing, arguing that the nearly 8.6 million British Pounds of Poor Relief Tax collected annually to aid these loafers only produces more impoverished population, undermining the working morale of the upright people proud of having a job.
The priests from the north insist it’s the low moral standard of society that has led to all disorders, calling for people to return to church, to pray, confess, and chant ‘the Bible’ daily, at tis like these, only the rciful God can save Britain.”
Louis looked out the window and said, “It seems today is unlucky, it’s raining, there’s no audience, so the representatives from all cardinal points are also absent.”
Arthur shook his head, “Not all are absent, the night’s representatives are usually undeterred by wind or rain, and their followers are even more steadfast than those of the cardinal points.
No matter the weather, as soon as dusk falls and the moon climbs the branches, this place always becos lively.”
Louis asked curiously, “Whom are you talking about?”
Arthur, holding a teacup by the window, said, “What else?
Naturally, I’m talking about the nightingales.
Hyde Park is also a key area for their business.
All the parks in London are pretty much the sa, and with Scotland Yard recently clamping down on morals, these girls have fewer places to go.
As a result, the number of people around Hyde Park has surged several tis more than usual.”
“Ah…” Louis realized and said, “But…
if we all know this, why not make Hyde Park a key surveillance area too?”
Arthur raised an eyebrow and said, “It’s simple, Hyde Park is in the West District, and it’s a prosperous area within the West District.
From the perspective of an upright gentleman, although Scotland Yard wants to clean up the morals, we can’t completely cut off the girls’ livelihoods.
London can’t suddenly create tens of thousands of jobs, after all, they need to eat too.
From a less upright perspective, Hyde Park surrounds many influential figures concerning Britain’s politics, and quite a few of them aren’t exactly proper gentlen.
We have to leave a little room for them.
If we blocked off every place, Scotland Yard doesn’t have the resolute will to trouble them unless those chaps take the initiative.
At least until the next financial year’s budget is approved by Parliant, we are planning on coexisting peacefully with them.
After all, it’s the clergy who are dissatisfied with the nightingales everywhere, and although they also possess significant social influence, the approval or rejection of the proposals mainly depends on the nobility and businessn who make up the majority in Parliant.”
Louis asked with a smile, “So, do you agree with the opinion that Britain is an evil nation representing the interests of big bankers and businessn?”
Arthur shrugged, “I don’t know, I just know that whoever makes the policies, it’s who they represent.
Moreover, the mbers of the British Parliant change all the ti, so who knows?”
As Arthur was speaking, suddenly, there was a knock on the room’s door.
Louis opened the door, standing outside was a lady he had never seen before, dressed in a white floral dress.
“Please…
is Mr.
Arthur Hastings here?
I…
I am here for the position of a maidservant.”
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