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

Maybe it was black tea that improved Disraeli's bad mood, or maybe he had suppressed his mood for too long.

In Greenwich, a constituency that does not belong to Disraeli, a café that does not know him, he can finally pour the bitter water unscrupulously, and step by step into the trap that Arthur carefully weaves for him.

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

And in order to complete this work, Arthur, as a public instrument of humble society, has to reluctantly start by understanding sensitive information.

A young parliamentarian who is on the radar of Rothschild, a talented new generation of writers, whose personal information is obviously included in this category.

Holding the teacup in both hands, feeling the temperature transmitted from the white porcelain surface, Arthur asked, "I didn't expect you to be a Jew who converted to the National Church, this situation is really a little strange." ”

Disraeli was clearly haunted by his status: "If I were an Englishman, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been so slammed. Even though I was sent by my father to study the Anglican rites from the Anglican pastor when I was a child, looking back, the conversion helped me only to run for parliament normally, but the prejudices buried in people's hearts are not easy to change.

Mr. Hastings, if you hadn't told me you didn't have the right to vote, I wouldn't have shaken my blood out so casually. I'm a Jew, but I'm also British, and beyond that, I'm a normal, devout Christian. Two-thirds of my components are very British, but they always like to stare at the other third. ”

Arthur laughed, "It's not a big deal, I'm an Englishman, but I'm also a spiritual Oriental, and other than that, I'm an abnormal, alien Catholic." But the fact that I've been able to get to where I am shows that those people don't really care what you're made of, it's important that you can make a difference for them. ”

"Orientals?" Disraeli's eyes lit up: "Are you talking about Jerusalem, the holy place established by King Solomon?" ”

The Red Devil, who was originally sitting by the window and dozing off, suddenly came to his senses when he heard this, he snorted coldly, and pushed his glasses thinking he was cool: "When it comes to the study of King Solomon, I am your grandfather's grandfather." ”

Arthur glanced at Agareth, holding down his chatter just in time as he spoke at Disraeli.

"The east includes Jerusalem and, of course, the more easterly areas. You're a writer, so you should know that something mysterious always has a different charm. ”

"Further east?"

Disraeli thought for a moment: "I'm afraid you're talking about India and China, right?" It was indeed an ancient and mysterious area. When I traveled to Germany with my father a few years ago, I heard that Mr. Goethe in the Duchy of Weimar was also fascinated by China, and he spent his days in the library looking for Chinese books with English and French translations.

Once I met him in the library, he was indeed a kind man, I was just an inconspicuous young man, but he did not look down on me for this, and very enthusiastically introduced me to a Chinese epic saga he was reading, the name of which seemed to be ...... Call...... What are you calling an orphan......

Arthur's mind turned, and he blinked twice: "Mr. Disraeli, as far as I know, there are quite a lot of orphans in China, and most of them are stored in a large library called the starting point. ”

"Really?" Disraeli was stunned: "I've only heard that the place where the Chinese emperor lives is called the Forbidden City, and most of the Chinese tea we drink is from Guangzhou and Quanzhou, and as for the big library called the starting point, I really haven't heard of it." Is that the same spectacle as the Parthenon in Greece? ”

Arthur replied vaguely: "Almost, it's a miracle to be able to collect so many orphans anyway." ”

Disraeli muttered, "Maybe one day, my work will be collected there, after all, I like to write about orphans." ”

Arthur almost choked on the tea, and he coughed repeatedly, "What did you say?" ”

Disraeli hurriedly waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just a little self-talk." ”

Immediately, he fell into deep thought again, and suddenly Disraeli's eyes lit up, and he slapped the table and said, "I remember!" Mr. Goethe read "The Orphan of Zhao", and the word "Zhao" is so difficult to pronounce that it is no wonder that I have such a deep memory. Mr. Goethe also told me at the time that he was going to create a play based on it, and after a few years, I don't know if he had finished it. ”

Arthur asked, "It sounds like you've traveled to a lot of parts of Europe?" ”

When Disraeli heard this, he immediately opened the conversation: "To tell you the truth, in fact, I just came back from the Two Sicilies, and I went to Switzerland before. After all, you know, I'm so upset with Vivien Gray that I have to go out and relax. I would have liked to travel around the Balkans, to Ottoman Turkey, to Palestine and Egypt in the Near East.

But it suddenly occurred to me that there was going to be a general election in China, so I just came back to try my luck. If I can't choose this time, then I have at least planned my future trip. ”

Arthur nodded slightly: "It can be seen that you are a person who has a strong sense of purpose and planning in doing things. I wouldn't be surprised if you became Prime Minister one day. ”

When the red devil on the side heard this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with a wicked smile: "Oh! Arthur, you're such a heinous little bastard. Sensationalism is in the nature of young people, especially when they are insignificant and idle. If you praise him like this, it will make him willing to pour out his heart and lungs to you. ”

However, Arthur didn't seem to hear Agares' words, and Disraeli, who was sitting across from him, was already half-red with excitement.

Being the prime minister or something, in fact, he had imagined it in his heart, but even if he had fantasized countless times, when these words came out of other people's mouths, he was still extremely happy.

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

"I hate to criticize others, but, Mr. Hastings, you may be looking at the wrong person this time. I still have a lot to learn from the truly great greats and statesmen like Plato, Aristotle, Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare, or Napoleon Bonaparte. ”

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

"Unexpectedly, I still underestimated the arrogant ambition of this young man. Obviously, he suffered a heavy blow not long ago, but he still compares himself to these stars in human history in his heart. ”

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

Disraeli was clearly carried away by the enthusiasm, and he readily agreed.

"Of course! I'm glad you'd like to take the time to hear from me about these things. In fact, I never bother to explain it 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 are also derived from my pride. Yes! It's pride that inspires me, not ideals! I should be good, it's not because I want to be good, it's because I'm born to be good.

Although I am still a lowly person, I should not be mediocre for the rest of my life. You must have thought so, Mr. Hastings? ”

As for the identity that Disraeli threw at him, Arthur did not refuse.

He smiled and nodded slightly: "Of course, we will all be big people in Great Britain one day, although you are a Jew and I am a spiritual Oriental, but what's the big deal?" No one likes to be beaten in a mud puddle for the rest of their lives. ”

Disraeli nodded excitedly: "If I can become prime minister, I will first dispel the public hostility towards people of different ethnicities and beliefs, English, Scottish, Welsh, Irish, Jews, everyone is British after all." Christians, Catholics, Jews, all of them are God's chosen people.

I know it may be difficult, but as Bacon said: good fortune is enviable, but it is the victory over bad luck that is truly amazing. I want all to admire me, and I want to be like Lord Byron, who will win the final victory even in the face of bad luck and against the most ferocious enemies.

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

He spent his fortune to support the Greek independence movement, and eventually died tragically for Greece like his 'Byronic heroes'.

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

Disraeli gushed about his ideals and ambitions, but the rain outside the window did not diminish at all.

The rain curtain is dense and the sunset is misty.

In the quiet environment, Arthur looked at Disraeli's impassioned expression, only smiled, and did not respond.

I don't know how long it took for Disraeli to finally finish pouring out his feelings.

He exhaled contentedly, picked up the coat on the back of his chair and stood up.

He smiled at Arthur, and the names between the two had become familiar.

He asked intimately, "Arthur, let's go back together, anyway, your house is not far from my house." The environment of this café is quite good, if we have the opportunity in the future, we will come here again. ”

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

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

Arthur watched him walk out of the café door, then licked his lips and slowly pulled out a brown paper bag from the bag next to him.

On the cover of the paper bag is a few simple lines of words.

Provisional Bureau of Surveys and Surveys of the London Region: File 001

《Entered by: Code A》

Respondent: Benjamin Disraeli

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

- Degree of attention to the character: attention level

- Degree of Danger of Thought: Very safe

- Follow-up investigation arrangement: continue to follow up

(End of chapter)