Shadow of great britain

36 Lancaster Gate, Bayswater.

In the evening room, the pale yellow light of the setting sun shone on Arthur's face through the window glass, lighting up his dark eyes.

Arthur at the desk can almost be said to be holding his left and right sides. In his left hand, he holds the "Edinburgh Review" and "Morning Post", the left and right wing newspapers of the Whig Party, and in his right hand, he holds the "Edinburgh Review" and "Morning Post", the left and right wing newspapers of the Tory Party. Newspapers include the Observer and the Quarterly Review.

In view of the offensive headlines in several newspapers, Arthur reasonably believed that if newspapers were alive, then as soon as he let go of his hands, these four newspapers would probably start fighting immediately.

The Red Devil leaned on the window sill and played a tune leisurely: "How's it going? Arthur, did you see something? Or, when can you put that fucking old thing into my mouth?"

"Put it in your mouth?" Arthur put down the newspaper and raised an eyebrow at him: "Why do you think I will win in the duel with Rowan?"

"Oh... my dear Arthur." The red devil clasped his hands and prayed hypocritically: "You little villain, do you think I don't know you well enough? How could you provoke your boss if you are not fully prepared? Woolen cloth?"

"Then you really don't know me well enough."

Arthur opened the sugar bowl in front of him, took one, and threw it into his mouth: "I have emphasized to you many times that I don't have great ambitions. When you encounter something, just do it. If you can't do it, forget it. If there is anything If I have to do something, it must be because something has extremely affected my mood.

In other words, as long as Rowan talks to me in a good voice today, it is not impossible for him to ask me to resign. As long as I can see the "Anatomy Bill" passed, then I have no idea about the job at Scotland Yard with an annual salary of 150 pounds. What a shame.

But he had to speak to me in that tone, as if I was focused on where his butt was sitting, and that pissed me off.

He doesn't understand me, just like you. As Shakespeare said: I would rather be a wild flower in the hedge than a favored rose. Rather than flattering and stealing the favor of others, it is better to be despised by everyone. The most important thing in life is to be happy. "

When the red devil heard this, he just narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yes, but aren't you unhappy now?"

"Yes." Arthur chewed the candy: "So even if I can't get him this time, I still have to make some trouble for him, and by the way, it's best to get some follow-up benefits. I have to say, Welling This 'suicide attack' directed and performed by the Duke of Tonton gave me a lot of inspiration. Although you may lose the election if you are brave, doing such a thing looks really cool to outsiders."

"etc……"

When the Red Devil heard this, his eyes suddenly widened: "You little bastard, what do you want to do? Damn it! You want to imitate Wellington? Are you crazy! Even if he falls, he will still be a duke, and he will still be a duke. You can also live in his big house at No. 1 in London.

what about you? Think about yourself, if you lose, you will have nothing! Don’t forget, you didn’t graduate from Cambridge or Oxford, you graduated from the University of London! "

Arthur raised his eyebrows: "If Elder hears what you said, even if you are a devil, even if you tie him to the stake, that kid will point his finger at you and curse you."

Hearing this, the Red Devil couldn't help but fanned his nose as if he smelled something bad: "Generally speaking, people like Elder are not worthy of being burned on the stake. He is usually the one who lights the fire."

When Arthur heard this, he just shrugged. He patted the chair under his butt and said, "I don't know what will happen to Elder. But even if I lose, don't worry too much. Although my house is not comparable to It’s No. 1 Duke of Wellington in London, but it’s not too small. You know, I never thought I could live in this kind of house in my life, or even in my previous life. Speaking of which, I am already considered a successful person.”

The red devil chuckled and said: "Really? Is this house yours? I really don't know. Have you forgotten that you owe Mammon a house loan? The monthly repayment amount is three pounds and eight shillings. The loan term is ten years.”

Arthur slapped his forehead and exclaimed: "Oh my God! Agares, thank you for reminding me. I thought my loan was for thirty years."

"Arthur!!!!!"

Fire was burning on the red devil's head, and his eyes suddenly widened, like the moon in the sky. The sharp eyelashes were on Arthur's chest, as if they could penetrate his chest like a sharp sword at any time.

Arthur took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket and calmly wiped away the saliva that sprayed on his face: "I told you earlier, you can talk about other things, such as potatoes. But don't compete with me over the house. Because I’ve seen worse than this.”

The Red Devil took several deep breaths, then raised two fingers to the side of his face, forcing himself to give himself a gentle smile: "You little bastard, sometimes I can't tell who is the real one between us. From hell.”

Arthur picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Of course it's you, we can't eat anything that tastes too strong there."

"Huh..." Agares breathed: "Okay, you won, but you also lost. But what's the use of winning in words? You still have to lose to that annoying Charles. Luo Wan?"

Arthur replied without thinking: "Is this all you have left now? Agares? This kind of provoking method is too low-level for an old devil. But you don't even know that I What are you going to do, and why do you think I have lost?"

"Forced to leave Scotland Yard, what is this but a loss?"

The red devil sneered: "You don't think Rothschild gave you such a low housing loan because they think you are handsome, right? Without the title of Superintendent of Scotland Yard, you have nothing in their eyes." value.

Oh, by the way, there are also your friends Tom and Tony. They are usually clumsy. If you leave again, think about what will happen to those two fools. It won't be long before they are squeezed out, especially Tom's slow temperament, who can't even keep up with the hot shit. "

Arthur nodded thoughtfully after hearing this: "This... seems to make you right. In this matter, they are indeed far behind you."

"Hey Arthur, you fucking..."

But before the Red Devil finished his sentence, Arthur interrupted him: "But you don't have to worry about their affairs. Even if I really have to leave Scotland Yard this time, then I will follow Mo Mr. Shelleys went to the theater to play the piano, and Tom and Tony played the gongs behind me.

"The Bell" should be enough for us to hang out for a while. When we save enough money, I will take my brothers and open a detective agency. Aren't our lives going to be the same? Rowan had offended the wrong person this time. He probably didn't even think that my purpose of staying at Scotland Yard was not from the beginning, and it's not like Mr. Hastings didn't have other ways of making money.

Moreover, it was indeed too uncomfortable to do the work of suppressing workers. If the Whigs are willing to kick me out for some personal vendetta against Rowan, then leave the matter to them. After the Whig government was formed, I turned around and mentioned that Scotland Yard had sent undercover agents to the National Political Alliance. Hmm...although that undercover agent was sent by me..."

After saying this, Arthur opened the door without looking back and walked down the stairs with brisk steps, leaving the red devil's voice roaring behind him.

"Arthur, you little bastard, you will regret this!!!"

In the restaurant on the first floor, Alexandre Dumas was humming a tune and peeling onions in the kitchen with a knife. There were all kinds of bottles and cans in front of him. It was obvious at a glance that today's dinner was definitely not simple.

In front of the coffee table in the living room, Elder and Darwin were each leaning on the sofa and reading their favorite books.

Since moving here, this pre-meal behavior has almost become their habit.

Darwin's reading material was very single, which was a monograph "The System of Invertebrate Animals" published by French biologist Lamarck.

As for Elder, from the outside, it seems that he is holding a copy of the Westminster Review representing radical liberals, but no one sitting here would think that he really is reading this thing, but no one is too lazy to open the newspaper now to see what he is hiding behind it.

Elder turned the pages back and forth, scanning the illustrations and text in front of him, and pouted with dissatisfaction: "These ordinary stories are no longer exciting, but this one..."

Elder rolled his eyes and pulled out a brand new magazine from the gap on the sofa, a blush of excitement suddenly appeared on his face.

But before he could turn the page, he heard Arthur coughing behind him.

Elder shivered in shock. He turned his head and looked right into Arthur's face. Then he couldn't help but whistle: "What are you doing? Don't you know my habits? This is the first time. Mine. I’ve finished reading, and it will be Alexander’s and your turn later.”

Arthur glanced at Darwin beside him: "What about Charles?"

"Charles? Charles, forget it. He doesn't even care about monkeys lately, let alone humans. Didn't you notice what he's looking at? He's recently obsessed with invertebrates, caterpillars or earthworms."

Darwin was reading a book very well, but when he heard Elder's words, he couldn't help but frown and put down the book in his hand: "Elder, why did the words taste wrong when they came into your mouth? You want to Understand, I look at invertebrates for research.”

"That's right!" Elder nodded and patted the cover of the magazine in his hand: "I'm not reading this just for erotica. You want to understand the origin of species, and I want to understand the origin of life. We both do research.”

Arthur found a comfortable angle and tucked himself into the sofa: "So how have you two been studying recently?"

Hearing this, Elder said with a sad face: "As you can see, the great work of Charles and I has hit a bottleneck."

"Really?" Arthur picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea: "Elder, but I think maybe Charles' work will make a major breakthrough faster than yours."

After hearing this, Darwin felt a little guilty and said, "Arthur, you are too optimistic about me."

Arthur shook his finger: "I don't have confidence in you, but I have confidence in Mr. Elder Carter."

"Damn it!" Elder scolded: "Arthur, have you been too proud recently? Didn't you just get a small note from Miss Byron? What's so big about it?"

"No big deal?" Arthur raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand: "Then return the note to me."

Hearing this, Elder quickly closed his pockets: "It's just a joke, why do you take it seriously? I have to keep this note for a while. Our Classical Literature Department will hold a class reunion in a while, and I have to take it with me." I am showing off this to my classmates. This is the daughter of Lord Byron! In the eyes of us classical literature researchers, this identity is not comparable to that of ordinary noble ladies."

Arthur frowned and said, "The Department of Classical Literature is holding a class reunion? Where are you planning to hold it?"

"Where else? On campus, of course!" Elder said proudly: "You also know that the University of London is in a difficult period. Of course, we senior seniors who have graduated must return to school to set an example for the younger generations. Tell them that even if they are not awarded a royal charter, graduates of the University of London can make a career with their hard-working hands and intelligent minds!"

"Yeah..." Arthur joked: "It would be better if they could have an uncle who is a rear admiral in the Royal Navy."

Elder glared and said: "Arthur, can you not always speak so clearly? You have to give them a little hope! Am I going to tell those stupid graduates that they should not worry about it in their lives?" Are you comparing yourself to those young men from Oxford and Cambridge?"

Arthur thought for a moment, followed Elder's example, and crossed his legs: "Maybe you're right, when is the class reunion? How about I go with you? I just plan to leave before leaving Scotland Yard. Make some contribution to the employment rate of your alma mater.”

"Resigned from Scotland Yard?" Elder frowned: "What happened?"

Arthur said indifferently: "It's no big deal, just like last time, I scolded my boss. But unfortunately, when I scolded my boss last time, I happened to be appreciated by Sir Peel. And this On one occasion, the Tories fell, so I am now in a precarious position.

Judging from Director Rowan's attitude today, he must have gotten involved with some big shot in the Whig Party, so he came to beat me impatiently. Although I have thought about contacting Mrs. Cowper and asking her to introduce me to several important Whig officials, the relationship between us is not that familiar yet. When I can get on the line, I don’t know if I will come. There's enough time. "

When Elder heard this, he jumped up from the sofa: "What the hell, does he think he is? He thinks he is the only one in the Whig Party, right? Arthur, you are usually very smart. Yes, why did you forget the key things at this time?

Don’t forget where you graduated, and don’t forget who is the spiritual father of our school? The Tories are not interested in Mr. Jeremy Bentham, but the Whigs have many admirers of Mr. Bentham! And aren’t there a few people running for parliament in our school?

Looking at the current situation, maybe our school will be able to get a few in this election. I also hope that I can take advantage of this general election to get the parliament to issue a royal charter to our school! "

Arthur heard Elder's reminder, thought about it for a moment, and his frown gradually relaxed.

He stood up and looked at Elder, and couldn't help but patted his shoulder: "Elder."

"What's wrong?"

Arthur smiled and nodded heavily at him: "People usually say that you are not good, but I have never believed it. The longer I get along with you, the more I feel that you, boy, are really a fucking genius. .”