I know how to gamble with my head, as long as it's still on my shoulders, I won't flinch.
— Arthur Hastings
At midnight, Hyde Park was silent.
The standalone villa not far from the Hyde Park Victoria Gate was the London residence of British citizen Arthur Hastings.
Despite the fact that he himself seemed not to prefer the title of British citizen, if such a term were to be applied to his head, he hoped to add some dignified adjectives on top, such as upright, reliable, kind, gentle...
Of course, if you wish to please him, and want to make an effort for this gentleman, adding a "most" before the adjectives is definitely right.
Those familiar with Sir Arthur know that his life always has ups and downs, like the ebb and flow of tides.
And this time, he evidently stands again at the crossroads of fate.
Only compared to the inevitable resignation from London last time, this time he clearly has tightly grasped fate in his own hands.
