Shadow of great britain

Chapter 591 Herzen-Ogarev Group

"Come, let me introduce you, from the left, Vasily Sokolovsky, Nikolai Ogarev, Nikolai Satin, Nikolai Kechel and Nikolai Sazonov."

Herzen stood up and enthusiastically introduced his friends to Arthur. Although he did not tell him other useful information, for the head of the secret police, what he saw with his eyes and heard with his ears was enough.

This group of Russian guys wore tricolor scarves and berets. Before Arthur stepped into the room, he faintly heard them singing Allons enfants de la patrie (Forward! Sons and daughters of the motherland!) in French outside the door.

For radicals and secret police, this aria is very familiar, because it is the first sentence of the French revolutionary song "La Marseillaise".

Now there is Young Italy, there is Young Germany, Mr. Disraeli is preparing for the establishment of Young England, and now...

Arthur leaned on the sofa, threw his hat on the table, and asked Herzen: "Do you have an organization called Young Russia or something? By the way, there are so many Nicholas among you."

Arthur's political jokes are very dangerous, and the atmosphere of dancing on swords makes Herzen's smile stiff.

He buried his head and opened the sparkling wine with a corkscrew. The golden wine poured into the high-heeled glass, and his flashing eyes were reflected on the liquid surface.

"Organization? We are just a group of students who came to Leipzig to watch a performance. If you think this kind of travel together can be considered an organization, then we will just reluctantly."

Arthur took the wine glass from Herzen's hand, and used tweezers to pick up a piece of sugar cube and put it in.

Then, with a crackling sound, Arthur took out a match to light the wine, and then used a toothpick to pick up the pineapple slices in the fruit bowl and roasted them over the green and red flames for a while, until small bubbles appeared on the surface of the pineapple and a crackling sound appeared. He then threw the whole pineapple slice into the wine, blew out the flame, and took a sip with satisfaction.

As the sweet, fruity taste filled his taste buds, Arthur squinted and sighed, "You don't have an organization. It seems that the student groups at Moscow University are not as active as those in Göttingen."

Bismarck, who was sitting next to Arthur, also echoed, "Yes, we are all members of the Gestapo, and the Gestapo is one of the affiliated societies of the All-German Student Association. If you didn't join the society, what did you do in your spare time at university?"

Sagin, who came with Herzen, didn't know the background of these strangers. He just thought that these people were college students who came to Leipzig to have fun like them.

Sakin said, "Moscow University prohibits students from organizing clubs on their own, and those clubs that are allowed to exist on the surface, you should also understand that they are meaningless. So we did not join those official clubs, and even if we joined, we did not often attend their activities. But secretly, we still have our own small group, we call it the Herzen-Ogarev Group."

"Herzen-Ogarev Group?" Arthur leaned on the sofa and snapped his fingers: "What a good name! Do you know what I like most about Russians? What I like most is your Russian character. The names are so concise and clear, and you can tell who is the leader at first glance!"

After speaking, Arthur's eyes immediately drifted to Mr. Ogarev who had just been introduced to him. This is a thin young man with soft features. He looks like the kind of inconspicuous young man that can be seen everywhere on the university campus.

Arthur dared to bet a shilling with others that Mr. Ogarev's classmates must rarely hear him speak loudly.

During class, he must always sit in the corner of the classroom, listen quietly to every word of the professor, and write down his understanding neatly in his notebook. Apart from a few like-minded classmates, he usually has almost no other social activities. Only when he gathers in a pub on weekends, he will boldly start discussing topics such as country, nation and personal freedom with his friends after a few sips.

Why is Arthur so sure that Ogarev is such a person?

Naturally, it is because he was once the same kind as Ogarev, but he is luckier than Mr. Ogarev. After graduating from the University of London, he joined Scotland Yard and rose to become the person he once hated the most - he became a glorious national parasite, and a rare species that humans have not discovered so far.

"So, this is one of your leaders, Mr. Ogarev?" Arthur raised his glass and bent over to clink it with Ogarev: "Where is your other boss? Where is dear Mr. Herzen?"

Arthur looked around the room with a smile in his eyes, and his eyes finally stopped on the young man who had a good chat with him in the smoking room: "No kidding, I felt that you have leadership qualities from the beginning. I guess I'm right this time, Mr. Herzen?"

Herzen saw that everyone had confessed everything about the group, so he didn't need to hide anything.

Although he always thought that drinking and bragging with a group of German students was no big deal, but for some reason, he always felt empty in the deepest part of his heart, which felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and stepping into the air.

"Okay, sir. Since we have introduced ourselves, it is time for you to appear. Stop saying that you are a professor at the University of Göttingen. I know that is a lie."

"I'm not lying to you. I'm really a professor in Göttingen, and I'm also the superintendent and special representative of the country."

"If that's what you insist on, then I will be the Tsar of Russia."

"If that's the case, then I suggest you go up to the third floor, because King Anton I of Saxony and the Duke of Sussex of Britain are both there. You should go up and chat with them about old times."

The students burst into laughter, and the Russian students waved their glasses and applauded the good joke, while the students in Göttingen also smiled and refused to reveal the truth. Everyone was having fun with a relaxed attitude, except Bismarck, who was informed and was frightened when he heard it.

Because only he knows that the villain Arthur Hastings is not a great standard-bearer of liberalism. He stands by the liberals just to look for opportunities to stab them at any time.

Young Italy has already received a blow in Northern Italy, but they still don’t know who did it.

The stupid students in Germany are obviously worse. They actually regard this guy as one of their own, unaware that even the youth leader of Germany, Heinrich Heine, has succumbed to his money tactics.

Now, he doesn't even let go of the group of Russians who have nothing to do with him and live in the ice and snow.

In the past, Bismarck thought that this guy was plotting to satisfy his bottomless desires.

But now it seems that this is completely natural, he is such a born bastard.

Regardless of whether it has anything to do with him or not, even if he sees a dog passing by, he will go up and kick it.

What's even more horrifying is that such a person actually once served as a British diplomat, and he was not even the best one.

Because according to his own words, there is at least one Mr. August Schneider above him.

For a moment, Bismarck could not help but feel sad for the future of Europe, and even the prospects of life became gloomy. Herzen, who was exchanging glasses with everyone in the box to liven up the atmosphere, noticed the unhappy guest. He couldn't help but sit down and asked with concern: "Mr. Bismarck, is our sweet wine not to your taste? Sorry, I didn't know your tastes were a little more mature than ours."

"Mature?" Bismarck raised his head as if waking up from a dream: "No, my taste is too childish."

"Your taste is more childish than liqueur?" Herzen held his chin and pondered: "Then, do you want me to order you a glass of milk or citrus-flavored sparkling water?"

"Hush!" Bismarck hugged Herzen's neck and pulled him to his side: "Sir Arthur Hastings can't hear this. His favorite drink is citrus-flavored sparkling water!"

"Hahaha! Is that so? Arthur actually likes to drink sparkling water." Herzen sat down and hugged Bismarck happily and said, "I thought my taste was childish enough, but I didn't expect anyone else Better than me, if Arthur..."

Suddenly, Herzen's smile stopped and he recalled what Bismarck had just said: "Sir? You mean, he is a British knight?"

"More than just knights!" Bismarck pretended that everything was normal and lowered his voice: "You should know that British knights are different from German and Russian knights. Nowadays, British knights are not hereditary. Do you know what this means? ?”

Herzen took a deep breath and said: "This means that every British knight is a first-generation knight."

Bismarck nodded with deep understanding: "Aren't you curious about what big things he did in England that made the king give him a knighthood?"

"What big thing has he done?" Herzen had already realized that something was wrong. He tried his best to maintain his superficial calm: "Don't tell me that he is actually..."

Bismarck raised his hand to cover Herzen's ear, but just as he opened his mouth, the corner of his eye accidentally caught the corner of Arthur's half-smiling mouth.

Bismarck trembled, his lips trembled, and he blurted out: "He is the assistant of Mr. Michael Faraday! He is also the most famous electromagnetic scholar in the UK after Faraday!"

Herzen clutched his chest and gasped: "Oh my God! Mr. Bismarck, thank you for telling me this fact. I am such a fool, I thought he was lying to me!"

Bismarck, whose conscience was still intact, stared at Herzen's sincere face with complicated emotions. He was silent for a long time, but still couldn't restrain the depression in his heart. He patted Herzen's hand gently: "Oh! Don't blame me for not reminding you. , Mr. Herzen. Don’t offend him, because he has a small heart.”

Herzen nodded gratefully: "I have already seen this, but I still appreciate your advice, sir."

As soon as Herzen finished speaking, the students' voices booed behind him: "Sasha! Come on! We want to hear your story about how the French entered Moscow!"

Herzen wanted to chat more with Bismarck, but when he heard the shouts from his companions, he turned around and complained: "Aren't you tired of hearing that story? Besides, I was still young at that time, so I heard it too My nanny Ardamonovna said.

"We have all heard of it, but the guests have never heard of it!"

"There's really no way!" Herzen picked up the wine glass, pulled Bismarck up and said, "Let's go over there and talk."

Bismarck was about to join the students' gathering, but the cautious character he had just developed in the past two days made him take the lead in searching for the location of the focus person.

He saw Arthur getting rid of the crowd at some point and standing by the window holding a wine glass, seemingly observing something from the second floor.

What is he doing?

No, this is none of my business. Don't get involved in his mess. Aren't the lessons that Young Italy taught you enough?

Bismarck stood there and hesitated for a moment, a fierce struggle began between his long-standing curiosity and his newly developed cautious temperament.

But old habits always prevail when faced with new habits, and Bismarck didn't know why. It was as if there was a devil hiding in his heart, driving him to keep moving in the direction of Arthur.

"Ahem! Well, Your Excellency, what are you standing by the window looking at? I know that the ladies in Leipzig are indeed more delicate than the peasant women in Göttingen, but how can beauty be more attractive than fine wine?"

Arthur did not turn his head to look at him, but raised his palm and slightly hooked it, signaling Bismarck to come closer: "Otto, I know that you are most energetic at this age, but besides women, there are other things in your head. Can I have something else?”

When Bismarck heard this, he couldn't help but complained: "Look! Damn look at it! He spoke as if he was the patron saint of all England! What do you mean by a young man of your age? You seem to You're not much older than me, are you? Who do you think you are, a cardinal from the Vatican?"

However, despite all the complaints in his heart, Bismarck finally leaned towards Arthur quite obediently.

Arthur glanced at this hypocritical young man who was sweating profusely, raised his finger and pointed at a tall guest downstairs who had just entered the venue and said: "Look, that person is the Russian secret police."

"Secret police?" Bismarck's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Of course, he was not worried about Herzen and the others, but because he had not forgotten that his visit to Leipzig was also involved in some illegal activities, such as Young Italy and so on.

"How did you tell?" Bismarck suddenly remembered that this bastard had been a policeman: "I almost forgot that you seem to be the best detective in Britain. You probably saw it from his clothes, behavior, habits and eyes. There's something wrong with him."

Unexpectedly, when Arthur heard this, he just shook his head in disdain: "Otto, your understanding is really poor. If you only have this level, you won't be able to do the work of the Gestapo well."

"Sorry." Bismarck was criticized and immediately scratched his head anxiously: "But, can you give me some tips?"

"I know him."

"I know you know him, and you have this ability, but I haven't been in this business for a long time. Can you give me some more specific inspiration. For example, where do you know him from?"

"Where?" Arthur rolled his eyes at Bismarck: "Of course I met him in the Russian Embassy in the UK. Colonel Shubinsky and I are old acquaintances. We had a few drinks together when we were in London. It was he who told me about the fact that the Third Bureau of the Russian Imperial Office was actually the secret police.”