Shadow of great britain

The rain outside the window was still falling slowly, and the dense raindrops almost connected into a water-colored curtain. Although it looked transparent, it covered Arthur and Disraeli in the cafe.

Maybe the black tea improved Disraeli's bad mood, or maybe he suppressed his mood for too long.

In Greenwich District, this constituency that does not belong to Disraeli, this coffee shop that does not recognize him, he can finally pour out the bitter water unscrupulously, and step by step into the trap that Arthur carefully crafted for him.

In Arthur's view, the first priority of domestic intelligence work is to protect sensitive national information.

In order to complete this task, Arthur, as a humble social instrument, had to reluctantly start by understanding sensitive information.

The personal information of a young parliamentarian who attracted Rothschild's attention and a talented new generation writer is obviously included in this category.

Arthur held the tea cup with both hands, feeling the temperature transmitted from the white porcelain surface, and asked: "I didn't expect you to be a Jew who converted to the state church. This situation is really strange."

Disraeli was obviously brooding about his identity: "If I had been an Englishman, I would not have been so violently criticized. Even though I was sent by my father to convert from an Anglican priest since I was a child to learn the rituals of the Anglican Church. , but looking back, converting to another religion only helped me to be able to run for parliament normally, but the prejudices buried deep in people's hearts cannot be easily changed.

Mr. Hastings, if you had not told me that you had no right to vote, I would not have revealed my ancestry so casually. I'm Jewish, but I'm also British, and otherwise I'm a normal, devout Christian. Two-thirds of me are very British, but they always like to stare at the other third. "

Arthur smiled and said: "It's not a big deal. I am an Englishman, but I am also a spiritual Easterner. In addition, I am an abnormal and heterogeneous Catholic. But I can get to where I am now. The location shows that those people don’t actually care what components you have, what’s important is that you can be useful to them.”

"Orientals?" Disraeli's eyes lit up: "Are you talking about the Holy Land Jerusalem founded by King Solomon?"

The Red Devil, who was sitting by the window and dozing off, immediately became energetic when he heard this. He snorted coldly and pushed up his glasses thinking he was cool: "When it comes to research on King Solomon, I am your grandfather's Grandpa level.”

Arthur glanced at Agares, stopped him in time, and spoke to Disraeli.

"The East includes Jerusalem, and of course, the areas further east. You are a writer, so you should understand that mysterious things always have a different kind of charm."

"Further east?"

Disraeli thought for a while: "You are probably talking about India and China, right? It is indeed an ancient and mysterious area. When I traveled to Germany with my father a few years ago, I heard that Mr. Goethe of the Principality of Weimar also had a deep understanding of China. He was so fascinated that he spent all day in the library looking for Chinese books in English and French translations.

I met him once in the library. He was indeed a kind man. I was just an inconspicuous young man, but he did not look down on me because of it. He also enthusiastically introduced me to a Chinese epic he was reading. Legend, the name of that legendary story seems to be... called... something called Orphan..."

Arthur's mind turned and he blinked twice: "Mr. Disraeli, as far as I know, there are quite a lot of novels about orphans in China. Most of them are collected in a large library called Qidian."

"Really?" Disraeli was stunned for a moment after being fooled: "I have only heard that the place where the Chinese emperor lived was called the Forbidden City. Most of the Chinese tea we drink comes from Guangzhou and Quanzhou. As for the place called Qidian I’ve never heard of the Great Library. Is it the same wonder building as the Parthenon in Greece?”

Arthur responded vaguely: "Absolutely. Anyway, it is indeed a miracle to be able to gather so many orphans."

Disraeli murmured: "Maybe one day, my works will be collected there, after all, I also like writing about orphans."

Arthur almost choked on his tea. He coughed repeatedly: "What did you say?"

Disraeli waved his hand quickly: "Nothing, nothing, just talking to myself."

Immediately, he fell into hard thinking again. Suddenly Disraeli's eyes lit up, he slapped the table and said: "I remember! Mr. Goethe was reading "The Orphan of Zhao", and the word 'Zhao' was really difficult to pronounce. No wonder I have such a deep memory. Mr. Goethe told me at the time that he planned to write a drama based on it. A few years later, I don’t know if he has completed it.”

Arthur asked: "It sounds like you have traveled to many areas in Europe?"

When Disraeli heard this, he immediately started chatting: "To tell you the truth, I just came back from the Two Sicilies, and I also went to Switzerland before. After all, you know, I won the title of "Vivian Grey". "I was so disturbed by the incident that I had to go out to relax. Originally, I wanted to continue traveling around the Balkans, to Ottoman Turkey, and to visit Palestine and Egypt in the Near East.

But I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an election in China, so I decided to come back first to try my luck. If I can’t make the choice this time, then at least I’ll have my next trip planned. "

Arthur nodded slightly and said: "It can be seen that you are a person who has a strong purpose and plan for doing things. If one day you become the Prime Minister, I will not be surprised."

The red devil on the side heard this and couldn't help but cover his mouth with a bad smile: "Oh! Arthur, you are such a heinous little bastard. It is the nature of young people to sensationalize, especially when they are insignificant and have nothing to do. If you praise him like this, he will be willing to show his heart to you."

However, Arthur seemed not to hear Agares' words, and Disraeli, sitting opposite him, was already half-red with excitement.

In fact, he had already imagined being the prime minister in his mind, but even though he had imagined it countless times, when these words came out of other people's mouths, it still made him extremely happy.

Disraeli tried his best to control his emotions, but the gradually rising corners of his mouth and gradually twitching facial expressions betrayed him.

"Although I don't like to criticize others, Mr. Hastings, you may have misjudged the wrong person this time. Compared with those truly outstanding great men and politicians, such as Plato, Aristotle, and Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare or Napoleon Bonaparte, I still have a lot to learn."

When Agares heard this, the Red Devil couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then he pushed up his glasses and nodded seriously.

"Unexpectedly, I still underestimated this young man's arrogant ambition. He had suffered a heavy blow not long ago, but he still compared himself with these stars in human history."

Arthur nodded slightly, leaned back in his chair, and said with interest: "Although I don't have the right to vote, are you willing to tell me about your political views? I am really interested in you as a person. "

Disraeli, clearly overcome with enthusiasm, readily agreed.

"Of course! I'm glad that you are willing to spare the time to listen to me talk about these things. In fact, I never bother to explain to ordinary people. But, Mr. Hastings, you are different.

Because I feel that you are the same person as me. I am a proud person, and my efforts also stem from my pride. Yes! It is pride that inspires me, not ideals! I should become excellent, not because of my pursuit of goals, but because I am born to be excellent.

Although I am still a lowly person, I should not be mediocre all my life. Mr. Hastings, you must be thinking so too, right? "

Arthur accepted whatever identity Disraeli threw at him.

He smiled and nodded slightly: "Of course, we will all become big shots in Great Britain one day. Although you are a Jew and I am a spiritual Oriental, what's the big deal? No one likes to be stuck in the mud for the rest of his life."

Disraeli nodded excitedly and said: "If I can become Prime Minister, I will first eliminate the public's hostility towards people of different ethnic groups and beliefs, including the English, Scots, Welsh, Irish, Jews, everyone. After all, we are all British. Christians, Catholics, Jews, we are all God's chosen people.

I know this may be difficult, but as Bacon said: Having good luck is enviable, but overcoming misfortune is truly amazing. I want everyone to admire me. I want to be like Lord Byron, even if I am faced with bad luck, even if I fight against the most ferocious enemy, I must win the final victory.

Are you a fan of Lord Byron? Although I don't agree with some of his views, his life and books really gave me a lot of strength.

He spent all his wealth to support the Greek independence movement, and eventually died tragically for Greece like the 'Byronic heroes' he wrote about.

Oh my God! Who would have thought that this man, who was expelled from Great Britain during his lifetime, would be able to have Greece hold the most noble state funeral ceremony for him after his death. This name, which was taboo in Britain more than ten years ago, has now become one of the brightest stars in British history! "

Disraeli talked endlessly about his ideals and ambitions, but the rain outside the window showed no sign of letting up.

The rain curtain is dense and the sunset is blurry.

In the quiet environment, Arthur looked at Disraeli's impassioned expression and just smiled without responding.

After an unknown amount of time, Disraeli finally finished pouring out his feelings.

He took a long breath of contentment, picked up the coat on the back of the chair and stood up.

He smiled and spoke to Arthur, and the names between the two had already become familiar.

He asked intimately: "Arthur, let's go back together. Your home is not far from my home anyway. The environment of this cafe is quite good. If there is a chance in the future, let's come here again."

Arthur also stretched: "No problem, you go call a taxi, I'll go to the shopkeeper to settle the bill."

Disraeli winked at Arthur, pointed at him and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you outside."

Arthur watched him walk out of the cafe door, then licked his lips and slowly took out a brown paper bag from the bag beside him.

There are just a few lines of words written on the cover of the paper bag.

"London Area Provisional Bureau of Survey and Survey Statistics: File No. 001"

"Enter person: code name A"

"Subject of Investigation: Benjamin Disraeli"

Arthur looked at the brown paper bag and thought for a while, then finally took out the pen from his chest and made two casual strokes on it.

——Character attention level: attention level

——Ideological danger level: very safe

——Follow-up investigation arrangements: continue to follow up