Chapter 264: Rothschild's Gambling Table (8K4)_2

"I could only pray for him privately and hoped that when he returned to God's side, God would consider his heavy workload and arrange a better position for him. Indeed, his workload was much greater than that of a typical priest; a single day in Old Nicol would equate to several weeks in Westminster, so I think his occasional complaints were entirely understandable. Even though he was an Angel Envoy, he was, after all, still temperamental."

Lionel couldn't help but shake his head upon hearing this, "I thought the poverty-stricken Jewish community in London was bad enough; I didn't realize there were worse places."

"Yes! London is always full of surprises."

Arthur chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Whenever I discover an area that's bad enough, London always wraps its arm around my shoulder and tells me, 'hey! You must be new here? Stop damn marveling because the worse is yet to come!'"