Shadow of great britain

After explaining the tasks for the next few days to Fiona, Arthur raised his hat to say goodbye to her.

"Don't be angry, Fiona. Think of the good things. After doing this, you will suddenly become a little rich woman. The reward of six hundred pounds is enough for you to buy a whole wardrobe of beautiful dresses, and then add your The dressing table is filled to the brim, and apart from that, you can even have a lot left over, such as buying yourself a small house or something."

Fiona rolled her eyes at him angrily: "Why do you always like to ask me to do this kind of thing? Although the reward is a lot, the people under me are not stalking professionals, and they are all weak ladies. , don’t you have any sympathy for the beauty?”

"You're right, Fiona."

Arthur picked up the coffee cup and nodded slightly: "It is precisely because they are not professionals, and at the same time, they are also fragile ladies, so no one will think that they are here to follow. This is your advantage. Can you Do you imagine a guy like me running around and stalking others? If Mr. Bernie Harrison found me following him, he would definitely think that I was going to find a place where no one was and rob him.

However, if he finds that the person following him is a lady, such as you, then he will not think so. Instead, he will think that it is because he is attractive, and he will even stop and chat with you for a few more words. Believe me, what I say is well-founded. "

"But the prerequisite for achieving what you said is that you must be beautiful." Fiona stood up, straightened her waist restrained by her bra, and said proudly: "Mr. Hastings, you are very lucky, my subordinate All the sisters are extremely beautiful.”

"You're right." Arthur echoed: "Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to hook my friend Alexander back then. In addition to being good at writing, that fat French guy also has a very good eye for picking beauties. By the way, I I almost forgot, Alexander didn’t come home last night, did he fall into your hands again?”

"I don't know, but as far as I know, no French people should have fallen into our trap yesterday. Why don't you ask over there on the Upper West Side. There are people doing this kind of business there. I have a few business cards of acquaintances here. ,Do you need it?"

Arthur thought for a while, and finally stretched out his hand: "You'd better give it to me first. I hope Alexander was really jumped by a fairy, and never fell into the Thames while drunk, otherwise I will have to hire someone to go to the river. Find him here."

"I also provide salvage business here, but due to the weight of your friend, we have to charge twice."

Arthur just raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Then he might as well die in the river. I thought it was time to teach him a lesson. Since the fat man wrote half of "The Count of Monte Cristo", he is really having a great time now. It’s getting more and more floating.”

"What's up with him?"

Arthur leaned back in his chair: "He paid me the rent in advance some time ago."

Fiona asked doubtfully: "Isn't that great?"

Arthur said helplessly: "The problem is, he paid it thirty years in advance. He also told me that if he unfortunately died young, for example, died in a fire or something, then his ashes would also be placed in the there."

When Fiona heard this, she was so amused that she covered her mouth and laughed: "If that's the case, even if you don't give me the money, I will have to send someone to fish him out of the Thames River."

"It's up to you, but after you catch it, remember to cook it for me. Oh, by the way, remember to put more olive oil. Alexander is a great patriot. I believe he will like this French cooking method. .”

Fiona opened the door and stood outside: "Mr. Hastings, burning a body is not in line with church etiquette, and it is also illegal."

After saying this, she closed the door with a bang and went downstairs with her skirt half lifted.

Through the not too thick door panels and walls, you can still hear her voice coming from the first floor: "Mr. Martin! Is it so slow to cook? Mr. Hastings is almost starving to death on the second floor. Got it!"

Agares leaned on the window sill and muttered: "Except for being a bit arrogant, Miss Ivan is generally quite capable. Arthur, you have chosen the right person."

Arthur leaned on the chair and flipped through the book and said, "Isn't it the same for you? I chose the right person and the right ghost. If I can't find anything out this time, then I have nothing to say."

The red devil's gaze changed: "Arthur, what are you looking at?"

He took a closer look and read out the text on the page: "A variety of sweet or bitter orange blossoms are carefully blended together, then mixed with vegetable oil extracted from orange blossom bark, and finally distilled to create a perfume. Huh? Arthur, what do you mean? The shock of women's clothing brought to you by Vidocq has not subsided yet. After thinking about it for half a year, you finally plan to go on stage and give it a try yourself? "

"That's not the case. Women's clothing also requires a well-proportioned figure. My height is too tall for the average London gentleman, and it is too eye-catching. Being too conspicuous is not suitable for intelligence work. That’s not a good thing.”

"Then why are you looking at this?"

"I don't know. I just read it as soon as I got it. Fiona brought this book over. She probably bought it from some roadside bookstall. I'll talk to Mr. Martin later and put it away for her. , after all, such a book is not very cheap.”

The Red Devil reached out to flip through the book and glanced at the cover: "Hmm... "Book of Perfume", the name of the magazine is very artistic, it sounds like the forbidden magic of our hell."

Arthur leaned on the chair and said: "This magazine seems to be quite popular among ladies. I heard some gentlemen discussing this at a banquet a while ago. After the July Revolution last year, many French perfumers They all came to London to escape the war, and among them there was a perfumer named Rimmy, who taught everyone how to mix cologne in the "Book of Perfume" all day long, and I heard that he made a lot of money."

"What?" Agares raised his eyebrows and said with a smirk: "You can't be satisfied just by playing Arthur Sigma in "The British"? Now you are thinking about teaching everyone how to mix perfume? I have a solution here. Son, the price is only for one soul. After the match, let alone a girl, even an elephant will be stunned by you after taking a whiff. Arthur, what do you think? The price I gave is fair."

Arthur glanced at him: "Is that your perfume?"

"Perfume is just a name, why are you so bothered about it?" Agares said seriously: "Anyway, my recipe is very fragrant, and when mixed with it, it is indeed water. I can't care about the rest."

Arthur's fingertips tapped on the table. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said: "Are you sure it really works on elephants?"

Agares was originally joking with Arthur, but when Arthur asked, the red devil was stunned.

He asked warily: "What do you want to do to the elephant, you little bastard?"

Arthur took out a pen and paper and said: "I have no idea about elephants, but if you can guarantee that this recipe will be effective on elephants and pythons, I might consider buying a copy and sending it to Elder. For the sake of me and Since he has been a classmate at the University of London for so many years, I feel that I should consider something for the personal safety of my old brother. Even from the perspective of promoting scientific progress, I cannot let Charles lose his research. Results.”

Hearing this, Agares pinched his nose and waved his hand: "What did I think it was? Don't worry about Elder. The managers of heaven and hell finally have some brains. They won't be able to do it for a while." You’ll want to get yourself into trouble.”

At this point, Agares slapped the "Book of Perfume" again: "Speaking of which, what are you going to do next? With all due respect, Arthur, just relying on Fiona's investigation results, I'm afraid It's not enough to solve your current predicament. Compared to women, I think the devil is more reliable. How about this morning, the conditions still count, and I can give you an extra discount."

Arthur was completely indifferent to Agares' offer of profit. He turned over the pages of the "Book of Perfume" and spoke.

"I remember that Mr. Bernie Harrison seemed to be a doctor and pharmacist. He started his political career by selling various cosmetics and recommending suitable products to the big shots and ladies at banquets.

If Fiona and the others can't make a breakthrough with Mr. Harrison, maybe I should go to Regent Street. I remember there are many shops selling makeup products there, including celebrities in the industry like Mr. Harrison. There must be many people there who know him.

By the way, Agares, bundling sales doesn't work here. If you have the time to waste your time talking to me, you might as well write the manuscript for the next issue of "The British" for me.

Readers have said that the recent update speed of "The Detective Collection of Hastings" is too slow, and the plot advancement is not as powerful as usual, especially the plot about King Solomon, which is too dry.

You must understand that the sales of "The British" directly affect our living standards and quality of life. It's nothing if I just eat some bread every day. After all, I am a country boy from York. I have experienced more miserable days than this. . But you are different. You are a noble Duke of Hell and need to maintain a high standard of living. As a contractor, I am also inclined to satisfy you as much as possible within my ability.

But if you continue to do this, I will have to reduce your red wine quota this month. After all, you know that Burgundy red wine is very expensive when sold outside. An ordinary guy like me, who grew up wallowing in the mud of a pigsty, must never fall into the consumerist trap of profiteers. "

After saying this, Arthur stood up and walked outside with the "Book of Perfume" under his arm.

The red devil looked at Arthur's retreating background. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He slammed the table angrily and cursed: "Hey! Arthur, you damn! Didn't I just scold you before? Why do you still hold grudges to this day?"