The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 1

Lloyd Holmes arrived in Old London six years ago and now mingles with the city of steel and steam as a private detective.

Another person has died.

That's what people are talking about this morning.

According to the Queen's Daily, a man was shot dead at the intersection of the Eastern District and the Inner City. Because it is close to the Inner City where the rich live, the patrolmen responded quickly, but just like many times before, they found nothing.

According to the autopsy at the Suyalan Hall, the man was hit by a shotgun at close range, and the scattered pellets left his front body bloody and mangled, making it difficult to recognize his appearance. However, based on his tanned skin and faint fishy smell, Suyalan Hall speculated that he was a sailor. But they don't know why this sailor would appear there that day, as it is very far from the harbor and he had no reason to be there.

Another unsolved case, at least that's what the public thinks.

No one is surprised or even panicked by this result, as everyone has become accustomed to it over time.

This is Old London, the heart of the entire Ingerwig and the heart of the world. The first steam engine in human history was invented here.

Therefore, countless strangers come here every day, some for wealth, some for knowledge, and some for power.

The excessive influx of people has led to deteriorating law and order. To maintain order, Old London is divided into four districts, one enclosing the other.

The innermost district is the power center of the entire Ingerwig, where the Platinum Palace, the residence of Queen Victoria, is located. The Royal Third Mobile Force is also stationed there. Beyond that is the Inner City, where the wealthy and nobility of Old London basically reside, enjoying 24-hour protection from the patrolmen. Beyond that is the Outer City, divided into four small areas, where most residents live and form the largest component of Old London. Finally, there is the Lower City.

According to the documents of visitors, the different areas of Old London are open to them one by one. If you dress shabbily, you won't even be able to enter the Outer City and can only mix around in the Lower City, which in a sense is not even considered a city district.

Originally, it was a slum, but as more and more people came here, the Lower City continued to grow until it became so large that even the governor had to take notice.

Therefore, a chaotic and disorderly city district emerged, where the largest black market transactions in Old London were conducted, and where all confidential information was ultimately destroyed. It was only a thin line between this place and the world everyone pursued.

The dead sailor was from the Lower City. To the residents of Ingerwig, the people of the Lower City were not even considered human beings; they were just a stain sullying this beautiful city.

The sailor's death became a topic of conversation for everyone, except for one person - the one who killed him.

Lloyd walked in the Lower City, now at its edge. There was virtually no infrastructure here, and his boots sank deeply into the muddy road. If it weren't for his livelihood, Lloyd would never come here.

Wearing a black-dyed deerstalker hat that pressed down his fair blonde hair, a dark red tie around his chest, and a wide gray-black overcoat that perfectly concealed the gun beneath, he held a cane and occasionally checked his pocket watch, looking like a businessman in a hurry.

Lloyd's attire was appropriately inconspicuous, indistinguishable from ordinary pedestrians, but in the Lower City, he was considered a sheep who had wandered in by mistake.