Arthur turned over onto his horse and raised his whip: "We must restore order at all costs and as quickly as possible."
"Yes, sir!"
Arthur tightened the reins, and the horse reared, neighing loudly: "Before things completely get out of control, we will achieve the greatest victory with the smallest sacrifice! Advance to the Tower of London!"
Under the rising full moon, Agares stood on the tip of the Clock Tower, gazing at Arthur leading the police force away.
The Red Devil put on his glasses and turned over the parchment scroll in his hand, which was filled with obscure demonic language. With a light flick of his fingertips, an unmanned quill pen flew over the parchment, sketching a few equations. As he watched the solution to this complex problem, his brows furrowed, yet he couldn't help but smile.
The Red Devil petted the red-eyed raven on his shoulder and murmured: "This is a deadly trap, Arthur. I warned you long ago. If you want to escape, the price won't be cheap."
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