The Red Devil placed his hand on Arthur's shoulder, winking and sarcastically remarking: "Arthur, you little rascal, don't tell me you've forgotten that day three years ago. Do you still begrudge your education now? Or do you still think Oxford and Cambridge are better choices than the University of London? I've long told you, the University of London is superior to both Oxford and Cambridge."
Arthur did not respond to the taunts of the Red Devil, nor could he trust his boastful gibberish.
In Arthur's view, this fellow didn't have the ability to foresee the future, so when Agares sent him to the University of London, it wasn't foresight but a mere jest.
As for the things that transpired later, it was more a blunder aided by the currents of history.
As the saying goes, in a person's fate, one must consider both personal struggle and the course of history.
