## Chapter 90: The Early Days of Human “Honey Pots”
Arthur and the sailors engaged in a heated exchange, but due to the language barrier, both sides could only express their strong aggression through gestures.
Agareus, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but cover his mouth and laugh. “Oh, Arthur, do you still think it would be a good thing if all humans spoke the same language?
The Bible says that the Tower of Babel was never built because God made people speak different languages, preventing them from communicating with each other, and so they went their separate ways.
But I must tell you, that’s not the case. God would never interfere in human affairs.
The Tower of Babel was never built because of humans themselves. They were suspicious of each other, formed factions, and divided themselves into groups. Equal cooperation only exists in fantasy.
Humans always like to take credit for good things and blame God for bad things.
Whenever there is a disaster, they cry out that it’s God’s punishment, never mentioning their own reasons.
And whenever they want to do something, they have to drag God in as a banner, claiming it’s God’s will.
This is the hypocrisy of humanity. You treat them well, they think you’re weak and easy to manipulate. You treat them poorly, they think you’re strong and capable.
That’s the problem with this world. Smart people are always full of doubts about the truth of the world, while fools cling to their twisted logic and remain unmoved.
Arthur, do you believe me? If you pull out your gun, you can instantly scare the crap out of these idiots?”
Arthur glanced at the Red Devil and retorted, “Cut it out, Agareus. People who continue to argue with a gun pointed at them are most likely brain-dead. The first prerequisite for being human is that they must survive. Otherwise, they are not humans, but mere corpses. So, does pulling out a gun have any necessary connection to what you’re saying?”
Agareus, seeing that Arthur wasn’t listening to him, didn’t mind. He simply sighed.
“See, Arthur, you continue to deceive yourself. But I don’t blame you. After all, I understand. Lying is also human nature. Most of the time, you don’t even dare to face yourselves.”
Arthur ignored Agareus’s leading words. He knew what he was here to do.
If he pulled out a weapon at this moment, he might scare the target away.
And there was a reason why he was using his native language to engage in “friendly and amicable exchanges” with the sailors.
Sure enough, after a round of insults with the sailors, he felt like someone was watching him.
It was a young lady wearing a sky-blue pleated skirt, a tilted sun hat, and a lace-edged parasol.
Perhaps because Arthur had learned too much chemistry from Faraday lately, an ordinary man would feel sympathy for such a charming lady, but he couldn’t help but do a chemical analysis.
From her milky white, almost flawless skin, one could tell she must have used plenty of poisonous cosmetics with arsenic and lead content exceeding the standard.
And from her blood-red lips, it was clear that only a rouge lipstick with extremely high cinnabar content could produce such a color.
And those watery, moving big eyes also made Arthur see something unnatural.
Such large pupils, the last time Arthur saw them, was in comics.
According to the latest fashion trends among London ladies, it could be determined that she had definitely used belladonna eye drops, which contained enough toxins to be fatal.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary men, this was a charming lady who would make them willing to kneel at her feet.
But in the eyes of Arthur, an amateur chemist, this lady was also a periodic table walking on earth.
Just as Arthur was observing the lady, she was observing him too.
She shyly turned her body, walked around the corner, and dropped a handkerchief embroidered with lace.
Arthur rushed forward, kicked away the sailors who were about to make a move, and before they could react, he made a hasty retreat.
“Damn it! Catch that kid!”
“That little bitch is mine. She winked at me a few times before. Be smart and hand over the handkerchief!”
“You’re full of shit! She even asked me to take care of her business! Look at your face, wrinkled like a dried jellyfish. How could she ever like you?”
The sailors, who hadn’t seen a woman in months, were like a group of Spanish bulls in heat, their eyes bloodshot as they chased after Arthur.
However, the bustling crowd obstructed their progress. Seeing that they couldn’t catch Arthur, these energetic sailors started fighting among themselves.
After a few punches, someone had a bloody nose, someone lost half a tooth.
Arthur, who had gotten the handkerchief that the sailors had been dreaming of, hid in the shadows of the corner. He carefully unfolded the handkerchief and saw an embroidered winding stone arch bridge. On the edge of the bridge, there was a seductive red lip print.
Arthur couldn’t help but nod when he saw the handkerchief.
The counterfeit merchant, Martin, hadn’t lied to him. The symbols and techniques matched. This was the usual modus operandi of the “Cambridge Little Brothers.”
As a reward for helping this time, Arthur decided that when Mr. Martin opened his tavern in the future, he would temporarily stop smashing his business.
Agareus poked his head out from behind Arthur and took a look. The Red Devil couldn’t help but laugh wickedly. “Oh, it seems someone is about to have a romantic encounter.”
Arthur just snorted from his nose. “Are you sure?”
As he spoke, he felt something approaching him.
Two delicate arms wrapped around his neck from behind, a girl’s voice accompanied by a seductive scent sounded behind him.
“Sir, do you want to play? I’m very cheap.”
Arthur turned around and looked at the girl who only reached his chest. He smiled and took two bills from his pocket, rubbing them against her face.
He skillfully used his thick Chinese accent that he had practiced for over a decade, spitting out words one by one.
“Play, of course, play. You, make me happy, reward, salary, big.”
The girl heard this awkward accent and couldn’t help but show a hint of undisguised joy in her eyes.
She clung to Arthur’s arm, pressing tightly against his chest, trying not to let Arthur see her expression.
Taking advantage of the height difference, the girl gestured to the little boy standing at the corner.
The little boy, receiving the signal, put his hands in his pockets and walked away into the alley.
The girl, seeing him leave, breathed a sigh of relief, then began to lean against Arthur’s arms, chatting and laughing, her slender hands becoming increasingly restless.
“Sir, your accent doesn’t sound like a local. Where did you get off the ship?”
Arthur gently grasped her wrist as it reached into his pocket and said, “Don’t touch my things. If you want it, make me happy, and then I can give it to you. I’m British, but I was born in India, so my accent sounds like curry.”
“India?” the girl exclaimed in surprise. “Then you must have run a spice ship, right? Sailors on ocean-going ships earn decent wages. You must have made a lot of money on this trip.”
Arthur didn’t answer directly. He glanced at the girl’s flushed face and then patted his bulging trouser pocket. “I said, make me happy, reward, salary, all big.”
(End of Chapter)