Shadow of great britain

"God bless me, I was just a little frightened today and not injured."

Miss Draisaitl playfully blinked her moving blue-gray eyes: "The carriage crashed into the gate and exploded in an instant. Several guards in front of the gate were injured, and some dancing ladies' skirts were damaged. The air wave from the explosion lifted my skirt, but because I was standing far away, I was not affected too much. Although my dear old father is over fifty years old, he still looks like he was twenty years old. As strong as he was, he carried me on his shoulders and ran away from the fire."

Arthur smoothed his hair that was dampened by the rain and responded: "It's great to hear that you are okay. Your father is really a courageous hero. In that situation, most people must have been frightened. He was stunned, but he still remembered to pick up his daughter and run away. "

"Of course." Miss Dresser said with some pride, "My father served as a soldier during the Revolution, although he only reached the rank of artillery major before retiring."

As soon as these words were spoken, Miss Dressette suddenly realized that something was inappropriate. She blushed and said, "Don't misunderstand me. I'm not saying that my father would run away on the battlefield. He was once a very brave man." Officer, he fought with the enemy in street battles with real swords and guns."

Arthur responded with a smile: "Of course, I heard the Duke of Wellington say before that the French Army has always been his biggest opponent."

"Duke Wellington?" Miss Dresset's eyes widened slightly, and the breeze and drizzle blew by, as if her eyelashes were trembling: "Are you a friend of the Duke of Wellington? The one who fought in the Peninsular War and the Battle of Waterloo The marshal of the eight countries who stole the show and your former prime minister?”

Arthur smiled and shook his head slightly: "How can I be able to make friends with such a prominent figure as the Duke of Wellington? I have only been responsible for protecting his safety for a period of time, so I can occasionally chat with him when I have the opportunity. When chatting, I prefer to define our relationship as a leader and a follower. He does sometimes call me ‘little brother’.”

Miss Draisaitl was fascinated by what she heard. She subconsciously tightened her white lace gloves.

Arthur's words seemed to have magic power, and the black pupils paired with the cold moonlight would always glow with a faint red glow, which was so fascinating to watch.

"Miss Draisaitl?" Arthur asked, "Are you feeling unwell? If so, I might as well get off the bus here and you can go home and rest early."

"ah……"

Miss Draisaitl seemed to wake up from a dream. She pushed the broken hair behind her ears, and was a little afraid to look into Arthur's eyes: "No, I... I just think the stories you told are really interesting." Interesting. You seem to know many people. You worked as a valet for the Duke of Wellington. Chopin, Liszt, Jean Arago, Hugo, Dumas and others also surround you. You are like the moon. There are shining stars all around.”

When Arthur heard her reciting a series of names, his relaxed state of mind immediately became tense again.

As an intelligence officer, an old Scotland Yard cop, he had his own set of double standards.

Arthur likes to monitor others, but he doesn't like others to monitor him.

He likes to know other people's secrets, but he is always wary of others stealing his secrets.

Because he has many things that cannot be made public, and every one of them is fatal.

When he thinks that he might be stripped clean by others, Arthur will always feel an unreasonable fear in his heart.

As a person who has died once, he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of losing.

Therefore, he is extremely concerned about maintaining a relatively safe social distance from others.

Perhaps because he has lived in Britain for so long, he has acquired the cold and bad temper of some English people.

Or maybe it's because of his past experiences, the pains he's suffered, the injuries he's suffered, and the walls he's hit.

Whether he is an enemy of the people as described by The Times, a living legend of Scotland Yard, Mr. Faraday’s enthusiastic assistant, Charles Wheatstone’s Asshole, Louis Bonaparte’s chief and adviser, Tom and Tony’s good brother, The reactionary leader whom Alexandre Dumas loved and hated, and the enemy of Darwin and Elder.

These are all part of his true face and the mask he wears to hide his true nature.

Just like Fiona said: No one in this world is more unhappy than him.

And this is precisely the reason why he is unhappy.

Arthur raised his head and glanced at the moonlight outside the window. The pure white crescent moon, the dark clouds only highlighted its soft hazy.

What a strange thing this is!

Friends from all over the world, in London, York, Paris, the provinces, and South America, can all enjoy this bright moonlight.

"Am I the moon?" Arthur asked softly.

Miss Draisaitl nodded: "Isn't it? Maybe one day, you can become the sun."

"The sun?" Arthur pressed against the car window, supported his head with one hand and smiled: "The moon's brilliance is dazzling enough for me."

Miss Draisaitl was a little confused. She didn't understand why this young nobleman who seemed to have a bright future would say such depressing words.

"Don't you want to be the sun? In Paris, people here always try their best to rise to the highest point so that people can see them when they look up. They even hope that when they rise, the sky There isn’t even a single cloud that steals the show.”

Arthur turned his head and winked at Miss Draisaitl, smiled and shook his head slightly: "Don't you think it is happier to be the moon than the sun?"

Miss Dresser frowned slightly: "Why is the moon happier than the sun?"

Arthur put on his white gloves again, buttoned up his courtesy, bowed his head slightly and said: "Because the moon will always be accompanied by stars. If a person becomes the sun, the sky during the day will always look very beautiful. Loneliness. However, it is not their fault that everyone always wants to be the sun, because, as Voltaire said, nature makes us trivial and frivolous.”

Miss Dresser's heart was beating fast. She obviously didn't drink tonight, but she only felt her cheeks were hot and her body was hot.

His elegant words are like a philosopher, or he is a philosopher himself.

They were just casual words, but they always felt like words of love to my ears.

It's like stepping on marshmallows in the clouds with high heels. The sharp heels pierce everything, and the warmth wraps everything up.

Miss Dresser looked at Arthur and felt dizzy.

She suddenly thought of her two sisters' husbands again.

One is a banker who is full of calculations and accounting books, and the other is a factory owner who has no interest in life and smells like motor oil.

As for the so-called most outstanding young people in Paris whom she had seen at balls before, they were nothing compared to the one in front of her.

Innate nobility does not need to be deliberately used to show off. Perhaps it is an inadvertent movement, and a person's essence can be seen in his movements. This young man is definitely a genuine aristocrat. Even if he is not now, he will be in the future.

What is Miss Dresser thinking about at this moment?

No one knows what a woman is thinking.

So, what does the devil think about this matter?

The red devil, who was lying on the roof of the carriage while shaking his legs and drinking wine, also nodded slightly triumphantly.

"Yes, that's it, Arthur. The first lesson in the basic qualities of a diplomat is to radiate your innate charm to the ladies. You have read so many books, and I have spent a lot of time If you are asked to go to university for further studies, if you don't use what you have learned to pick up girls, what are you going to do with it? Do you still plan to help the royalists assassinate Louis Philippe? Regarding this matter, even Elder is better than him? You understand clearly. Energetic young people usually have to choose between two things, making life or taking life. Compared with the two, the former one is obviously safer and easier for you. "

Miss Dresser looked at Arthur, and only then did she notice the wet blood on the dress on Arthur's shoulder under the warm moonlight.

"Ah...you...are injured?"

Perhaps it was the emotions that aroused in the night that made her bolder. She raised her hand to pick up the handkerchief to wipe it. It was not just out of concern. For some reason, she wanted to let the handkerchief be stained with some Asian odor. The smell of sesame, such as a little bit of blood.

No matter what century it is, London or Paris, these girls will always have some superstitions. Gypsies, who are disliked throughout Europe, can often be respected here. Their magical crystal balls can often convince girls: Such things bring them good luck.

Arthur also didn't expect that Parisian ladies could be so different from London ladies.

Although he had heard about the enthusiasm of Parisian girls from the mouths of Vidocq and Alexandre Dumas early on, he still had doubts about this statement because he had lived in conservative Britain for a long time.

But today, he finally realized that seeing was believing.

Maybe it was to cover up her rashness, or maybe she didn't want Arthur to think she was a frivolous girl.

A faint blush appeared on her pale cheeks, and her face gradually turned red. Miss Dresser took out a stack of neatly stacked playing cards from the small box placed on the frame behind her.

Scotland Yard's famous detectives can see through the secrets hidden in criminals' minds, and they can also see through a clumsy girl who has never been in love.

Perhaps Miss Draisaitl put all her thoughts into choosing a golden husband. She knew nothing about how to arouse his interest and just followed the scenario she imagined in her mind.

She received a good family education and had good skills in painting, piano, and rhetoric. She had also read many books, and even read "The Detectives of Hastings." But unfortunately, due to her always arrogant behavior and harsh words, her little sisters never dared to show off their unsavory partners in front of her.

Therefore, Miss Draisaitl's understanding of love comes almost entirely from those chivalric romance novels published by unknown publishers. Of course, it is obvious that in order to increase circulation, these authors cannot write some real but frivolous love stories in their books.

However, for the sake of Miss Dressette asking him for a ride, Arthur did not intend to pierce her unrealistic fantasies for the time being. He did not want to make a lady angry, and he understood their desire for perfect love.

However, Arthur will not fulfill this dream for them, because he did not commit such a crime, so he should not be responsible for the ladies.

Arthur Sigmar never wrote any Mary Sue-style romance novels in "The Brits". If he did anything wrong in literature, it was at most that he made excessive artistic expressions in "St. George's Flag Flies As Usual", turning dolphins into sharks and changing the hierarchical relationship between Elder and dolphins.

If you must exaggerate, well, Arthur admits that he has committed an unforgivable crime against the British religious community by creating the image of Elder Carter as a sailor saint.

However, regarding this sin, Arthur has successfully used a miracle of resurrection from the dead to make the British religious community not want to have anything to do with him.

So, everyone should be even now.

Arthur watched Miss Dressett carefully spread the playing cards one by one on the small table in the carriage, which reminded him of the scene of playing cards and gambling with Elder in college.

"How big are you going to play?"

"How big?" Miss Delysert was stunned for a moment, then she suppressed her laughter and replied: "I'm not going to play poker with you. Didn't you just mention the stars, the moon and the sun? So I thought you would know Tarot cards."

"Tarot cards?"

Arthur knew that this kind of small item seemed to be very popular among ladies. Elder had studied it before in order to pick up girls, but the boy was almost arrested and imprisoned for being too close to the gypsies. Arthur took a lot of effort to get him out.

However, there is obviously no such rule in France. After the Revolution, France's discrimination against all races has been eliminated at least on the surface, so these ladies can also show their interest in gypsy divination without hesitation.

Miss Dresset saw that Arthur didn't know much about Tarot cards. She seemed to be afraid that he would associate her with gypsies, so she defended her hobby, saying, "Don't underestimate this art. It is a treasure trove of nature's mysteries and may be the oldest divination method in the world. Although everyone says that we shouldn't be superstitious, there is nothing wrong with using it to kill time and have fun. Look here, there are 78 cards in total, you only need to draw three from them, and now is the most appropriate time to use them for divination."