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After being taken back to Scotland Yard by Joel, Li En finally saw what Scotland Yard looked like in this era.

At that time, Scotland Yard was not comparable to modern, well-organized buildings; it was more like a cluster of courtyards made up of multiple row houses.

It looks somewhat messy and old. It is said that this used to be the old palace of the Scottish envoy to Britain, but whether this is true or not, Li En has no way of verifying.

Scotland Yard is a complex maze-like interior, but the main office building still stands out.

A three-story Georgian-style gray brick house stands in the courtyard cluster, with simple walls and narrow, long glass windows.

"Are you going to put me in jail?"

Following behind Joel, Lee observed Joel's profile by the light of the gas lamp. He didn't want to be locked up in a cell, because that would prevent him from replicating Joel's identity.

"No," Joel shook his head, "you don't need to go to the jail."

With that, Joel led Li En to the shed on the west side.

A large crowd had gathered here, mostly from the lower classes, with very few noble descendants like Li En.

"These are all the people Scotland Yard caught at night," Joel said, pointing to the group under the shed. "They're either drunk and causing trouble, or they've been in brawls, or they've stolen things. In short, these guys don't commit serious crimes, and usually someone will bail them out and pay them off."

Li En understood: in Scotland Yard, even nobles were no different from these common people.

The crimes committed by people at the bottom of society are not very serious. Putting them in jail is a waste of resources. It's better to just throw them into shacks and wait for someone to come and take them away.

As for the nobles and their offspring, someone will eventually bail them out, so there's no point in locking them up in prison; it's better to just leave them here as well.

The workers under the shed looked at Li En with scrutinizing eyes. Clearly, the sudden appearance of a young nobleman was beyond their expectations, and their eyes held a lot of hostility.

"Come with me."

Joel gestured to Lee to follow him to a bench under the shed.

Several workers lingered in front of the bench, watching Joel and Lien approach with hostile gazes.

"Get out of the way," Joel snapped at the workers. "Do you want to be thrown in jail?"

Hearing Joel say this, the workers, draped in rough towels and reeking of alcohol, reluctantly left, making room for the bench.

"sit."

Joel sat down on the bench and gestured for Lee to sit down as well.

Somewhat surprisingly, Lee sat down next to Joel and asked, "Sheriff Greg, don't you have any work to do?"

"Yes, but that will take a while," Joel said, pulling a small, exquisite box from his pocket. "I'll wait until you're bailed out by your family."

"Although you are a nobleman, you are not yet a legal adult. I have an obligation to ensure that you are not harmed by other prisoners in the cell."

Lee was somewhat surprised, not expecting Joel to be so thoughtful, even considering this aspect.

Although he was certainly not afraid of this rabble, since Joel had said so, Lee En would definitely not refuse.

The label is about to be copied.

Joel opened the box in his hand, rubbed some fine, dark brown powder between his fingers, held it to his nostrils, and took a deep breath.

"call……"

Joel breathed a sigh of relief.

Li En asked curiously, "What is this?"

“Snuff,” Joel explained, “was a gift from a very important person. I heard it’s very popular in high society. Haven’t you seen it?”

Li En shook his head. His father wanted to integrate into high society but couldn't. To save face, he preferred to smoke cigars because he thought that was the way of the aristocracy.

Joel smiled. "Really? Then you can try it when you're an adult. I'll give you a box then."

"Thanks."

To be honest, Lee En's first impression of Joel wasn't very good because his eyes were just too aggressive.

It's the kind of thing that makes you feel uncomfortable just by looking at it.

However, after this brief exchange, Li En felt that Joel was just a fierce-looking guy, but he was thoughtful and had good emotional intelligence.

Watching the countdown for copying the label, Li En quickly copied Joel's label.

[Label copied]

Sharpshooter

[Effect: When you possess a ranged attack, your attacks will always hit the enemy you intend to attack within ten meters.]

The moment the label was copied, Lee En felt that sensation again, like bugs crawling all over his scalp.

The feeling lasted for less than ten seconds before it disappeared. Lee En exhaled and wanted to test the effect of the label.

"Sheriff Greg," Rean asked Joel, "how's your shooting skill?"

Joel hadn't expected Lee to ask him that question, and replied modestly, "It's alright, is there a problem?"

"How many times out of ten can you hit something within ten meters?"

Joel casually replied, treating it as a way to kill time, "Seven or eight times, why?"

Even though he already knew Joel had the label of sharpshooter, Lee was still somewhat surprised.

The muskets of this period did not have the clear sights of modern firearms, and even the shooting posture was relatively primitive.

Even the firing of the musket itself was unstable; factors such as weather and loading quality could affect the firing results.

Not to mention that it was only ten meters away.

At such a distance, Joel could hit seven or eight out of ten shots, which truly earned him the title of sharpshooter.

Pointing to a section of the shed's fence, where a broken red brick lay, Li En picked up a stone from the ground and said, "This distance is about nine meters. Do you believe me if I say I can definitely hit that red brick?"

Joel said with interest, "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Then you watch."

After saying that, Li En threw the stone in his hand.

In an instant, the label of "sharpshooter" came into play, as if by divine intervention, correcting Li En's power-generating posture and the timing of his throw.

The stone traced a graceful parabola in mid-air before landing precisely on the red brick surface.

"Fantastic!" Joel clapped his hands. "I can't believe they actually did it."

Li En suddenly changed the subject, "Sheriff, if I told you that no matter how many times I throw it, I'm guaranteed to hit that red brick, would you believe me?"

As soon as he said that, Joel immediately shook his head. "Impossible. No matter how high your accuracy is, you will always make mistakes. You can't hit every time."

Li En smiled.

"Then you'd better sit down properly."

As he spoke, he picked up several pebbles from the ground and then, like a barrage of cannon fire, threw them one after another at the red brick.

To Joel's astonishment, every single pebble struck the surface of the red brick with precision, like raindrops.

Every single pebble!

All hits!

How is that possible!