In the early morning in London, there was still a silky light rain as usual.

On the streets of Doughty Street in Southwark, London, hard riding boots make a splash in a pool of stagnant water between the bricks.

Stiff cowhide boots, skinny deerskin breeches, and a slim blue-and-black flock jacket with just the right hourglass, a belt with a silver buckle, and a cream-colored waistcoat paired with a dark black linen shirt and bow tie with floral frills.

The supple white gloves lifted up slightly, and the black cloth umbrella was slightly raised, revealing the black eyes and top hat hidden under the umbrella with red glow.

Arthur had a pipe in his mouth, and from time to time there were three or two clouds of white gas coming out of the tip of his nose, making it difficult to tell whether the main ingredient was water vapor or nicotine.

Arthur was accompanied by his French police secretary, perhaps because he had only been in Scotland Yard for a long time, and his love for police uniforms had not yet passed. Even though Arthur asked to travel in civilian clothes today, Louis Bonaparte wore a suit similar to his usual duty uniform.

The only difference between what he was dressed today and his usual routine was that he had replaced the dark blue tuxedo of Scotland Yard with a dark black one.

The two of them chatted as they walked.

Louis smiled: "Sir, you ......"

Before Louis finished speaking, he saw Arthur wave his hand and said, "Although it is working time now, we are not in Scotland Yard, and this time it is a plainclothes operation, so you don't need to call me sir, just call me Arthur." You know, I love making friends, and even though I already have a fat French guy as a friend, I don't mind having another skinny one. Ensuring biodiversity is important not only for the planet, but also for friends. ”

"Okay then, Arthur."

Louis pouted and smiled: "But isn't it too much for you to use the word biodiversity to describe making friends, although I don't mind joking with friends, but some people can't stand this kind of joke." Unless...... Do you usually make friends with monkeys? ”

Arthur nodded expressionlessly with his pipe in his mouth: "Louie, it seems that you have become a qualified detective." Perhaps it won't be long before I can consider handing over some of the criminal investigation work to you. I have to say, you're quite talented at being a police officer. ”

Louis smiled and asked, "Arthur, you haven't answered me yet, do you really know how to make friends with monkeys?" Did you know each other at London Zoo? ”

When Arthur heard this, he suddenly stopped, and he took a deep breath: "Louis ......"

"What's wrong?"

"Don't just nickname my alma mater!"

Louis was surprised: "Huh? I know that the University of London has a very broad educational philosophy, but does it still admit monkeys? How did it get in? ”

"I don't know, maybe it's because the cage in the lower courtyard isn't closed. But what's the big deal about monkeys going to university, monkeys are a hardworking species, and they teach themselves Polish when they have nothing to do. ”

In order to support his assertion, Arthur did not forget to pull out the copy of "Bernie Harrison's Wonderful Journey" that Martin gave him.

He shoved the book into Louis's hand and said, "See, monkeys can still write." ”

Louis Bonaparte didn't react at first, but when he saw Bernie Harrison's name, he burst out laughing, and he asked, "In that case, why don't you recruit a monkey to publish in 'British'?" Arthur, haven't you been complaining about the lack of authors? ”

When Arthur heard this, he just took a puff of his cigarette: "We did have it before, but he went back to his hometown in South America a while ago. ”

"South American home?"

Arthur heard Louie's question and knew that the question could not continue.

At this time, "British" is trying to establish the glorious image of Elder in Britain, and this carefully woven 'white' lie cannot be broken from his mouth.

Arthur glanced at Louie's clothes and changed the subject: "What?" Haven't you gotten tired of wearing the uniform at Scotland Yard? Even if you talk about casual wear, you just pick one with a similar style and different colors. Do you have a special hobby for uniforms? ”

Louie shook his head and smiled, "It's not a special hobby, right." However, I think the quality of the uniforms is usually good, and the color scheme and style look beautiful. Do you know why so many soldiers were willing to serve Napoleon? In addition to his admiration, it is also a very important consideration for a soldier to have a decent and handsome uniform to wear.

In the Napoleonic period, the full body of the most ordinary French infantryman was worth 250 francs, and if he became a cavalryman, it would be even more terrible, and that one went straight to five hundred francs. If you are a heavy dragoon or a guard, the cost of that outfit can be as high as 2,000 francs.

Consider the Old Guards and Guards Cavalry, the most elite and trusted by my uncle in the French Empire, and guess how many uniforms they have? ”

Arthur thought for a moment and casually reported the number: "Five sets? ”

"Five sets? Even if you get half right, the Old Guard is indeed five sets. But the Guards cavalry was ten. ”

Louis said proudly: "Combat uniforms, marching uniforms, field uniforms, regular uniforms, duty uniforms, stable uniforms, social uniforms, civilian uniforms, parade uniforms, grand parade uniforms, these are all separated. And each regiment has its own distinctive costume, just like you in Britain, with the 5th Regiment wearing a white tunic with a lemon yellow texture and sky blue breeches, and the 7th Regiment wearing a green tunic with a narcissus yellow texture and scarlet breeches.

Monarchs were usually very concerned about the clothing and appearance of their soldiers, as was the case with Frederick III of Prussia, Alexander I of Russia, George IV of Britain, and my uncle was one of the best monarchs. However, relatively speaking, the design of French military uniforms is more reasonable than that of other countries. The British uniform's emphasis on aesthetics was so excessive that the jacket was designed so tight that some soldiers could not even wear it, let alone operate a musket.

However, I should not be too critical of Britain when it comes to uniforms, after all, although George IV was obsessed with beautiful uniforms, the Duke of Wellington corrected him in time, protesting to the king that 'soldiers can't even breathe in such costumes, so how can they fight'. Moreover, among the anti-French alliances, Britain did not emphasize beauty to practicality.

I heard from my uncle that at the Battle of Austerlitz, Grand Duke Konstantin, the commander of the Russian Royal Guards Cavalry Regiment, ordered the whole regiment to dismount and repair two miles from the battlefield, and they first cleaned their uniforms, then powdered their hair and put on new saddles that had just arrived from St. Petersburg. Although such an act seems a bit redundant, it has to be admitted that such an approach may also inspire their fighting spirit.

The defeat of the Allied army was inevitable in the snowflakes of Austerlitz, but the Tsar's Guards cavalry showed a respectable will to fight, and they fought until the last moment, until they were almost completely annihilated. ”

After hearing this, Arthur nodded slightly and said, "Very wonderful story." However, Louis ...... It would be better if you could save this story for later, and the gentleman we're going to meet will love it. ”

Louis Bonaparte frowned and said, "You...... Arthur, is the gentleman you are talking of the same Bonapartist as Mr. Bertrand? He's also French? ”

Arthur spat out his cigarette: "If he is French, then this matter is probably not so complicated." Louis, I must say, that the name Napoleon, in addition to being unpopular with the Britons, was quite revered in the rest of Europe. Many of the Poles, Italians, and Belgians supported him. But the gentleman we're going to meet today isn't from these three regions. ”

When Louis Bonaparte heard this, he guessed the answer almost immediately: "Then I think that the gentleman is probably a German?" ”

Arthur nodded: "To be precise, he is a German Jew, and like Benjamin, he is a converted Jew." Today, we are going to visit the troublemaker from Düsseldorf, Mr. Heinrich Heine. ”

"Heine?" Louis Bonaparte pondered: "I seem to have heard this name somewhere." ”

Arthur began, "His copy of the Collected Poems sells well all over Europe, and you must have read three or two sentences in the newspapers." My heart is like the waves of the sea, and my deep homesickness touches my heart. Yes! I miss you so much, your delicate figure! ”

Louie's eyes lit up: "Did he write this one?" I have to say that this poem really has a bit of a Byronic feel. ”

Arthur agreed, "I think so too. Heine was like Lord Byron's spiritual heir, but sadly, he inherited only half-pulls, like the coronation of our new king. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Arthur replied, "We have all read Lord Byron's verses, and we all know his chaotic private life that could compose hundreds of operas. Lord Byron was angry, aggressive, and bursting like fire on the one hand, and sentimental and sometimes weeping. ”

Louis smiled and asked, "But this is not a disadvantage, after all, he is a poet, aren't poets like this?" I don't think there's anything wrong with that. ”

Arthur replied, "Louie, you misunderstood me, I didn't intend to make irresponsible remarks about Lord Byron. I just think that although Mr. Heine is somewhat similar to Lord Byron, he has only half of Byron's inheritance, and he doesn't like to cry, he is just simply angry and aggressive, like a powder keg that ignites at the slightest point. ”

"Oh......" Louis raised an eyebrow, "Sounds pretty tough to deal with." But since he's so hard to handle, what are we going to do with him? Did he commit something? ”

When Arthur heard this, he did not give an account of Lionel Rothschild's conversation with him on the golf course that day, but replied in a confused manner: "As I said earlier, Mr. Heine is a dangerous person. Although I don't know why he came to London, in order to prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary in Britain, I think it would be safer to get to the bottom of him first, which is also the responsibility of the Police Intelligence Service, isn't it? ”

Louis asked curiously, "So what did he do out of the ordinary?" ”

Arthur didn't speak, he just took a newspaper clipping out of his pocket and handed it over.

Louis took the newspaper clipping, a newspaper from Paris, familiar and familiar in French, but written in a humiliating voice.

- I've heard everyone shouting about their love of freedom, and I've heard it in every city I have passed through and in every country I have visited. At first, I was thrilled by this phenomenon, and I felt as if people from all over the world were standing with me. But the longer I stayed in these countries, the more I realized that while everyone said they loved freedom, they loved it in a different way. The British love freedom like his legal wife, and usually the British ignore her, but if anyone dares to reach out, then they will fight with whom. And the French love freedom like a lover, when they think about it, they are as passionate as fire, they wish they were tired of being with her every day, and they ignored it when they were not interested, as if they had never known this woman. As for the Germans, everyone knows that the Germans attach great importance to tradition, and the Germans love freedom like our deceased grandmothers.

- Prussia said: Paying taxes according to our tax laws is equivalent to having a united German motherland in material. But I am a strange person, and I want to unite the German states spiritually. At this time, I heard Prime Minister Metternich of Austria shouting: You don't have to worry about this at all, we are responsible for the spiritual unity, because Austria will be responsible for the censorship of the publication!

Louis couldn't hold back when he saw this, but when his gaze moved to the bottom, the suppressed smile finally couldn't be hidden, and he stood on the drizzly streets of London and laughed with his stomach in his hand, and even the black cloth umbrella fell to the ground.

The last newspaper clipping floated from his hand to the ground, with a recent piece of poetry written on it.

"Song of Sorrow"

Author: Heinrich Heine

Because of this,

I've been there for a long time,

I wander in foreign lands,

Waiting for the beloved girl,

Wait until you are in the church and see her in her wedding dress.

Fuck it, I'm not the groom!!

She is a delicate violet,

Shine brightly in my memory.

This frivolous girl! I've never touched it!

Fuck, how can I be so stupid?!

Arthur stopped and looked at Louis Bonaparte, who was smiling uncontrollably, and pinched his chin to savor the afterglow of the poem.

He said to himself: "Don't say it, this 'Tragedy' makes me think for the first time that Elder is not so far from the great poet." ”

As he muttered, he looked up and noticed a sneering quarrel in front of the hotel in front of him.

It was a typical British ruffian with a wine bottle in his hand and a gray felt hat, and a brown-haired young man dressed from head to toe in black, with only a white shirt.

I saw the ruffian whistle and raise his head and sneer: "Hey! Do you know? On my recent expedition to the Caribbean, I discovered a small island where there were no Jews or donkeys! You say weird, it's not strange. ”

The brown-haired young man had a flat face: "I don't think it's strange, but I feel a little regretful." ”

"Huh?" The ruffian raised his eyebrows and said, "Why regret it." ”

The young man said, "No island is complete without Jews and donkeys, so why don't you go with me to this island to make up for it." I'll be able to leave this afternoon, but I don't know, when will you be able to pull out? ”

When the ruffian heard this, his eyes widened suddenly: "You...... You Jew, how dare you insult me? ”

"I insulted you?" The young man raised his head haughtily and said, "You think of yourself too flatly, I almost forgot to ask you, why do you want to sit in the right seat and be a donkey?" ”

The ruffian raised the bottle and frightened, "You...... You bastard...... Do you think I don't dare to give you some color? ”

The young man shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care, he pointed to the wine bottle in the other party's hand, and then pointed to his head: "Yes, that's right, just use that bottle and give me a hard time here!" I've been worrying about how I can look like an authentic Briton, but you gave me an idea, you see, my hair is still quite thick, and if you put a bottle down, I guess I'm not far from an authentic British. ”

The young man's provocation clearly angered the ruffian, and he picked up the bottle and was about to slam it down on the young man's head, but before he could make a move, his wrist was grabbed by someone.

The ruffian looked back and saw that there was a sturdy gentleman a head taller than him behind him, and even a follower behind his ass.

Arthur pinched the gangster's wrist with one hand, and with the other hand he hurriedly reached into his arms and pulled out the staff of civilization inserted in his belt, and he shook it in front of the ruffian: "Do you know this?" ”

The ruffian was stunned for a moment, then swallowed heavily and spat, and nodded slowly.

Arthur asked, "Then you should know what I do, right?" ”

The raindrops slapped on the ruffian's face, mixed with beads of sweat running down the side of his face, and fell to the ground with drops: "Of course, sir, you ...... You've got your lobster tongs out, I'm ...... I still don't know what you do? ”

Arthur nodded slightly, "Now that you know what I do, then I want to ask you, what do you do?" ”

"I'm ......" the ruffian squeezed a smile on his face, "You're new here, aren't you?" The old people in this area know me, I'm Hansen who picks up horse manure on Doudy Street, and I do a good job. Isn't it a coincidence that it's raining today? There was no horse manure on the road, so I thought I would have a casual conversation with a gentleman, and when the rain had passed, I would have to get to work. ”

Seeing this, Louis took a penny from his pocket and stuffed it into the ruffian's hand: "Mr. Hansen, then please go to a tavern by the roadside and have a glass of wine to warm up." The road is windy and rainy, and it is easy to get sick while standing on the street and chatting. ”

When the ruffian heard this, he hurriedly got off the donkey down the slope and said, "Oh! Thank goodness how I could have met such a kind gentleman as you two today. I listen to you, I'm going to get out of here at once, and I think I really need a glass of wine to warm my thumping little heart at times like these. ”

Arthur spread his hand, and the ruffian pinched a penny like a scattered rabbit, and ran away without looking back.

Arthur looked at his vanishing back, and was about to greet the brown-haired young man, but the other party rushed to speak.

The young man glanced at the two of them, then looked up at the sky, and finally he extended his hand in a friendly manner and said, "Thank you both for your enthusiastic help." Now the donkey has gone to the trough to pour the horse urine, for the sake of you to stop him from crowing, although it is a little early, but if you have no work to do, why don't you also have a drink?" ”

Arthur asked, "Horse urine?" ”

The young man nodded and said, "That's right, the most authentic." The only thing I can guarantee is that what we drink will definitely taste better than that of a donkey. ”

Thanks to the alliance leader Sunceol for the reward, the alliance leader has been sent in the past two days.

(End of chapter)