Bayswater, 36 Lancaster Gate.

In the evening room, the pale yellow glow of the setting sun shines through the windowpane on Arthur's face, lighting up his dark eyes.

Arthur at his desk is almost left and right, holding in his left hand the Edinburgh Review and the Morning Post, the Whig left and right organs, and the Observer and the Quarterly Review, the Tories left and right organ newspapers, in his right hand.

Given the aggressive headlines on several newspapers, Arthur reasonably assumed that if the newspapers had life, most of them would have been fighting as soon as he let go of his hand.

The Red Devil leaned on the windowsill and played a little song leisurely: "How is it?" Arthur, do you see something? Or rather, when are you going to get that fucking old thing in my mouth? ”

"To your mouth?" Arthur put down the newspaper and raised his eyebrows at him: "Why do you think I will win the duel with Rowan?" ”

"Oh...... My dear Arthur. The Red Devil folded his hands and prayed pretendedly, "Am I not knowing you well enough, little villain?" If you're not fully prepared, how can you provoke your boss? ”

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

Arthur opened the sugar jar in front of him and took one, and threw it into his mouth: "I've emphasized to you many times that I don't have any ambitions. If there is something I must do, it must be because something has greatly affected my mood.

In other words, if Rowan spoke to me in a good voice today, it was not impossible for him to ask me to resign, and as long as I could see the Anatomy Act passed, I would have little to regret about the £150-a-year job at Scotland Yard.

But he wanted to talk to me in that tone, as if I were staring at where he was sitting on the bottom of his ass, and that pissed me off.

He doesn't understand me, just like you, as Shakespeare said: I'd rather be a wildflower under a 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, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Yes, but aren't you unhappy now?" ”

"That's right." Arthur chewed on the candy cube: "So even if I can't pull him this time, I have to give him a whole mess, and by the way, it's best to get some follow-up benefits." I have to say that this 'suicide attack' directed and acted by the Duke of Wellington gave me a lot of inspiration. Although he has the courage to lose the election, it is really handsome to do this kind of thing in the eyes of outsiders. ”

"Wait......"

When the Red Devil heard this, his eyes widened suddenly: "What do you want to do with this little bastard?" Damn it! What the fuck do you want to learn from Wellington? Are you crazy! He was still a duke after his fall, and he could still live in his big mansion in London No. 1.

And you? Think about yourself, if you lose, you're going to 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 you, even if you are the devil, even if you tie him to the stake, that kid will definitely point at your nose and scold you." ”

The Red Devil sniffed as if he had smelled something: "Generally speaking, someone like Elder is not worthy of being burned at the stake, he is usually the one who lit the fire. ”

When Arthur heard this, he just shrugged his shoulders, he patted the chair under his ass and said, "I don't know what will happen to Elder. But don't worry too much even if I lose, although my house is not as good as the Duke of Wellington's London No. 1, it is not small. You know, I never thought I would live in this kind of house in my life, or even in my previous life, and I'm already considered a successful person. ”

The Red Devil laughed, "Really? This house is yours? I really don't know. Have you forgotten that you owe Mammon a mortgage? The monthly repayment is three pounds and eight shillings, and the repayment period is ten years. ”

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

"Arthur !!!!"

Fire ran from the Red Devil's head, his eyes widened like the moon in the sky, and his sharp eyelashes pressed against Arthur's chest, as if they could pierce his chest like a sword at any moment.

Arthur pulled a handkerchief from his chest pocket and calmly wiped away the saliva that had been sprayed on his face: "I told you a long time ago, it's okay to talk about other things, such as potatoes or something." But don't fight me on the house, for I've seen anything worse than this. ”

The Red Devil took a few heavy breaths, then raised two fingers to the side of his face, and forced himself to pick out a gentle smile: "You little bastard, sometimes I can't tell which of us is from hell." ”

Arthur took a sip from his teacup, "Of course it's you, we can't eat anything too heavy there." ”

"Whew......" Agareth gasped: "Okay, you won, but you also lost." But what's the use of winning me on words? You're not going to lose to that annoying Charles Rowan yet? ”

Arthur replied without thinking, "Is this the only thing you have left now?" Agareth? This kind of agitation method is too low-level for an old devil. But you don't even know what I'm going to do, so why do you think I'm losing? ”

"Forced to leave Scotland Yard, isn't it a loss?"

The Red Devil scoffed: "You don't think Rothschild gave you such a cheap mortgage because he thinks you look good?" Without the title of Superintendent of Scotland Yard, you have no value in their eyes.

Oh, by the way, and your friends Tom and Tony, who usually seem clumsy, and if you leave, think about what will happen to those two fools. It won't be long before they're squeezed out, especially Tom's slow-paced temperament, and he can't even catch up with the hot. ”

Arthur nodded thoughtfully when he heard this: "This ...... It seems that you are really right, in this matter, they are indeed far worse than you. ”

"Hey, Arthur, you fuck ......"

But before the Red Devil could finish his sentence, Arthur had already 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 Mr. Moscheles to the theater to play the piano, and as for Tom and Tony, they will follow behind my ass and strike the gong."

A song "Bell" should be enough for us to mix for a while, and when we save enough money, I will take my brothers to open a detective agency, and the days are not the same? Rowan had provoked the wrong person this time, and he probably didn't expect that I was not staying at Scotland Yard in the first place, and Mr. Hastings didn't have any other way to get money.

And it's really uncomfortable to do the work of suppressing the workers. If the Whigs are willing to kick me out for the sake of Rovan's little personal vendetta, then leave it to them to bother. When the Whig party is done, I'll turn around and shake the Scotland Yard to the National Political League. Well...... Although that undercover agent is the ...... I sent."

With that, Arthur opened the door without looking back, and walked down the stairs with brisk steps, leaving the voice of the Red Devil roaring behind him.

"Arthur, you little bastard, you'll regret it!!"

In the dining room on the first floor, Alexandre Dumas was humming a little song and shaving onions in the kitchen with a knife in his hand, and all kinds of bottles and cans were placed in front of him.

In front of the coffee table in the living room, Elder and Darwin each leaned back on the sofa and read their favorite books.

Since moving here, this kind of pre-dinner behavior has almost become a habit for them.

Darwin's reading, on the other hand, was a monograph by the French biologist Lamarck, The System of Invertebrates.

As for Elder from the outside, it seems that he has a copy of the Westminster Review representing a radical liberal, but no one sitting here will think he is actually reading it, but no one is bothering to open the newspaper to see what he is hiding behind it.

Elder turned the pages back and forth, his eyes swept over the illustrations and words in front of him, and pouted dissatisfied: "These ordinary stories, there is no passion to read, but this one is ......"

Elder rolled his eyes and pulled a brand new magazine out of the couch, and a flush of excitement appeared on his face.

But before he could turn the page, he heard Arthur's cough behind him.

Elder shuddered, he turned his head to look, and it was right in Arthur's face, and then he couldn't help but whistle: "What are you doing?" Don't you know my habits yet? The first time was mine. I'm done, and then it's Alexander and you'll be in turn. ”

Arthur glanced at Darwin on the side: "What about Charles?" ”

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

Darwin read the book well, but when he heard Elder say this, he couldn't help frowning and put down the book in his hand: "Older, why does something taste wrong when something comes to your mouth?" You see, I look at invertebrates for research. ”

"That's right!" Elder nodded and patted the magazine cover in his hand: "I don't think this is entirely for eroticism." You want to understand the origin of species, and I want to understand the origin of life, and we both do research. ”

Arthur tucked himself into the couch from a comfortable angle: "So how have you two been researching lately?" ”

When Elder heard this, he said with a sad face: "As you can see, both my great work and Charles's have reached a bottleneck. ”

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

Darwin listened, and said with a little weakness: "Arthur, you are too optimistic about me." ”

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

"Damn it!" Elder scolded, "Arthur, have you been too complacent lately? Didn't you just get Miss Byron's little note? What's the big deal? ”

"Nothing remarkable?" Arthur raised an eyebrow and held out his hand to him: "Then you give me back the note." ”

When Elder heard this, he hurriedly tightened his pocket: "It's just a joke, why are you still serious." I'll have to keep this note for a while, and after a while, our Department of Classics will have a class reunion, and I'll have to show it off to my classmates. This is Lord Byron's daughter! In the eyes of our classical literature researchers, this identity is not comparable to ordinary aristocratic ladies. ”

Arthur frowned and said, "The Department of Classics is going to have a class reunion?" Where are you going to do it? ”

"Where else could it be? On campus, of course! Elder said angrily: "You also know that the University of London is in a difficult time, and of course we old seniors who have graduated should go back to the school to set an example to the younger generations, telling them that even if they are not granted a royal charter, the graduates of the University of London can break through the world with their hard-working hands and wise minds!" ”

"yes...... "Arthur quipped," "it would be nice if they had an uncle who was a rear admiral in the Royal Navy." ”

Elder glared and said, "Arthur, can you not always be so clear?" You have to give them a little hope! Am I going to tell those stupid graduates that they don't want to compare themselves with those young masters of Oxford and Cambridge in their lives? ”

Arthur thought for a moment, he followed Elder and crossed Erlang's legs: "Maybe you're right, when will the classmates meet?" Why don't I go with you, but I also intend to contribute to the employment rate of my alma mater before I leave Scotland Yard. ”

"Resignation from Scotland Yard?" Elder frowned, "What's wrong?" ”

Arthur didn't care much and said, "It's not a big deal, just like last time, I scolded my boss." Unfortunately, the last time I scolded my boss, I happened to be appreciated by Sir Peel. This time, it happened to be the fall of the Tories, so I can say that I am in a precarious situation now.

Judging from the attitude of Director Rowan today, he probably climbed into some of the big Whigs, so he came to beat me impatiently. I had thought of contacting Mrs. Cooper and asking her to introduce me to some of the Whigs, but we hadn't been so familiar with each other that I didn't know if I would be able to catch up with them. ”

When Elder heard this, he scurried up from the couch with a sudge: "Fuck, what does he think he is?" He thought he was the only one in the Whigs, right? Arthur, you're usually very smart, 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 were not interested in Mr. Jeremy Bentham, but there was no shortage of admirers of Mr. Bentham on the Whig side! And don't we have a few people in our school who are running for parliament?

Looking at the current situation, I can't figure out how many of our schools can get in this election. I'm hoping to take advantage of this election to get the council to issue a royal charter for our school! ”

Arthur heard Elder reminding him for a moment, and his frowning brow gradually relaxed.

He got up and looked at Elder and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "Elder . ”

"What's wrong?"

Arthur smiled and nodded at him: "Usually people say you can't do it, but I don't believe it all the time. The longer I spend with you, the more I feel that you kid is a genius. ”

(End of chapter)