There were Brotherhood assassins swinging around on the rooftops, there were tourists who had just finished the Italian Revolution walking on the streets, there was Count Shota with a demon butler at the dance, and as soon as he got home, he found that his cousin was pouring poison again, which was a good recipe.
Ever since he traveled to this magical 19th century London where the sun never sets, Chu Xiamang has asked himself the same sentence every day -
"Did London explode today?"
Oh, it seems not yet.