figure out where a guy is through

There was another form there.
It was a white form that was neither British nor Egyptian and overwhelmed the scenery
all on its own.
Near Piccadilly Circus, which was famous for its theatres and shopping centers, Nelson’s
Column rose more than fifty meters from Trafalgar Square. Academy City’s #1 Level 5,
Accelerator, stood alongside the statue at the top. Once Aleister had left to do her own
thing, this monster had also started doing his own thing.
“…”
A pathetically shrieking voice disturbed the tranquil desert night.
Accelerator held a fat middle-aged man by the ankle and dangled him off the column.
“So.”
He had done it himself, but the #1’s displeased voice made it sound like he was holding a
piece of filth.
“This atmosphere really takes me back. I’m assuming you’re the damn old man named
Holegres Mirates. And that means you’re the shittiest of the shit who designed this
goddamn mess.”
He had picked up this idiot at St. James’s Palace.
The city of London was of course quite large, but if you paid attention, you could pick out
the important locations. One: For some reason, the important Britons liked to stay in
historical buildings. Two: This illusory London was full of scorpions, cobras, camels,
African elephants, and other pests and beasts, but they unnaturally kept their distance
from the locations held by the aforementioned important people.
Accelerator did not care if they wanted to indulge in the superiority complex commonly
found in big cities, but if you lit bug repellent smoke in the jungle, you would give away
the location of your secret camp.
Holegres Mirates.
Noble knights would apparently show off their flag and coat of arms during war, letting
everyone know exactly where they were. Accelerator had not studied heraldry, but by
looking around and gathering some sample data, he could quickly work out the pattern.
It was not enough to call a code. In the end, it was only a combination of limited colors
and symbols. And once he knew that, the rest was easy. The carriage stopped outside the
building had the symbol prominently displayed, so there was no mistaking where to attack.
Unfortunately, this man was more of a corrupt noble than a chivalrous knight. He had
grown so fat that the armorsmiths may have thrown in the towel. Just like tiny gnats,
luxurious food, and gold bars could seem overwhelming and creepy if their numbers grew
too high, just looking at his outdated, jewel-covered, all-silk clothing pissed Accelerator
off.

- New Testament Volume 20 Chapter 4 Part 3