In the tavern facing the street, Arthur and Louis Bonaparte were sipping the beer in their glasses, and the white beer foam tasted slightly bitter, so Arthur took a piece of candy in a colorful package from his pocket, peeled off its coat and put it in his mouth.

Heine, who was drinking heavily, saw Arthur's action, and he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Are you afraid of bitterness?" ”

Arthur smiled and shook his head: "I'm not afraid, but I still prefer the sweet taste." If you can eat candy, why bother yourself? ”

Louis heard the overtones in Arthur's words, and he understood the purpose of this trip, so he quietly picked up the words: "That's right, but the problem is that you can't taste sweet candy all the time. Under normal circumstances, suffering is because there is no choice. Look at Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, they didn't taste the forbidden fruit when they got the chance, and even God's counsel to them was thrown out of the clouds. ”

Agareth, who was on the side, rolled his eyes when he heard this, and the witness at the scene couldn't help but curse twice: "God's old boy just has nothing to do, isn't he just eating two rotten apples?" What's the big deal! If he hadn't grown apples there, he wouldn't have had so much in the future. Maybe Lao Tzu should have killed the snake that Samael turned into with a fork, and blamed Lucifer's fucking guys for betting on whether Samael could seduce Adam and Eve. Well, everyone lost their jobs together in the end, if it weren't for that, maybe Lao Tzu would still be ...... at this time."

Agareth stopped talking at this point, and his eyes flickered to meet Arthur's floating gaze.

The Red Devil glared and scolded, "What are you looking at? I didn't tempt you to eat apples! Don't you have to pay to listen to stories? Arthur, this little bastard must understand that not everyone is willing to let you prostitute for nothing, at least here with the devil, if you don't give something, we are not negotiable in business! ”

Arthur looked at the red devil's angry appearance, and knew what unbearable memories he was probably evoked again.

His gaze turned back to Heine's body, and Arthur asked knowingly, "So Mr. Heine, listening to your accent, you don't seem to be British?" ”

Heine did not shy away from answering this question, and he said, "Why? I actually made you hear it. I thought my English accent had improved after living in London for so long. ”

When Louis heard this, he couldn't help but look at Arthur in surprise.

Arthur understood what he was wondering, and if a guy like Heine had lived in London for a long time, and Scotland Yard didn't have the slightest information about him, it should be considered a dereliction of duty.

Judging from the archival documents inherited by the Police Intelligence Service from Scotland Yard, it seems that they were indeed derelict in their duties, and the records of Heine in Scotland Yard are almost completely blank, as if they did not know the man at all.

But fortunately, there are enough failures in Scotland Yard, and Heine doesn't seem to be a big deal.

If Rothschild hadn't approached Arthur a while ago, Scotland Yard's record of Heine might have been blank for a few years.

Arthur said unhurriedly: "Have you lived in London before?" ”

Heine nodded, "I've lived in London for two years. ”

Arthur raised his hand and asked for a cup of black tea, and then asked, "Two years?" That's not a short time. Are you coming to Britain for a school trip? Or just want to come to London and experience something exotic? ”

"Good question!"

Heine snorted, "That's a long story as to why I'm in London for two years. First of all, I have to introduce my identity. According to the current territorial division, my homeland should be the Kingdom of Prussia. Privately, however, I identify more as a citizen of the Kingdom of Westphalia, even though the country is now gone.

Did you know? I saw Napoleon with my own eyes when I was a child. I was riding on my father's shoulders and watching Napoleon lead his army into the city on a tall horse, and I was in disbelief because horseback riding was not allowed in the city, and everyone who rode in the streets had to be fined. But I didn't see anyone arrest the guy, or pay the fine. From that moment on, I knew that he was certainly not an ordinary person.

Not long after, the Kingdom of Westphalia was proclaimed, and after another six years, it perished again. Although the history of this country is very short, I still miss it. Of course, if you think that my identity is difficult to understand, you don't have to stick to which German state I come from, anyway, most of the German states are the same death, you simply think of me as a German, and I don't hate you calling me that. ”

Louis Bonaparte, who was on the side, couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

From the first time he saw Heine, he felt that this guy's way of speaking was really inadequate, and if it weren't for the fact that this guy claimed to be a citizen of the Kingdom of Westphalia, a vassal state of the French Empire, Louis felt that he would be inferior to him in a duel.

He turned his head to look at Arthur beside him, only to find that he still had a polite smile on his face. While marveling at Arthur's good personal cultivation, Louis also had to secretly decide that he still had to improve his posture level in terms of expression management and learn more from the young chief next to him.

Heine continued: "To be honest, when I left Prussia, I did not expect to stay in London for that long, after all, I was travelling and looking for a local publisher to publish my poetry collection. I've had the good fortune that my poetry has been recognized by readers all over Europe, and wherever I go, the publishers I work with have made a fortune. But when I was about to end my trip to London and head to Austria, I found that I wasn't welcome. ”

"You're not welcome?" Arthur asked, "Why is that?" ”

Heine took a sip of his beer and said, "Probably because I like to use a series of flowery adjectives when describing Metternich?" But you should know that I am a poet, and the language of poets has always been gorgeous. ”

Louis asked, "What adjectives do you use on Metternich?" ”

Heine cut the sausage seriously: "I just repeated the words of Tsar Alexander I of Russia." ”

Arthur raised an eyebrow and said, "So what the hell did you say?" ”

Heine put down his fork and said impatiently, "I said he was even more inferior than a dog." ”

Arthur asked, "Is that all?" ”

Heine scratched his cheek and continued: "I also praised the Austrian policemen in passing. ”

Louis asked, "How do you praise it?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just some old-fashioned greetings."

Louis reluctantly said, "So, what is it?" ”

Heine picked up his knife and fork again and ate his sausage: "I said: I give the Austrian police all the abdominal pains, which are like pliers in the stomach, and by the way, I give them all the tricky Prussian hemorrhoids and urinating difficulties. ”

After hearing this, even Louis, who had just made up his mind to exercise self-cultivation, couldn't help but slap his forehead, and he exclaimed, "How can you say this? ”

Heine held his head in one hand and chewed: "I just wanted to give them a try, but what I didn't expect was that Metternich and the Austrian police officers would readily admit these things." ”

"They admit it?"

"Well, they're pretty happy to admit it."

Heine took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "Those guys banned all the "Poetry Collections" I published in Austria, the speed and efficiency are really high enough, if they are so diligent, they will not have hemorrhoids." At that time, I was almost paid for my work, and I thought that I would be able to make another profit in Austria, but I didn't expect that they would show no mercy to my authored publication.

This really made the Tsar right, Metternich is indeed a thing that is inferior to a dog. Belch...... I'm sorry, I don't usually speak so vulgarly, but I can't hide what I'm talking about this guy like Metternich. ”

Louie's brow jumped, and he suddenly raised his elbow and pestled Arthur: "Maybe we should let Alexander meet him, maybe the two of them will get along." ”

Arthur just smoked vigorously: "Let's wait for the monkeys to come back from South America." I suddenly thought that if I trained the monkey, he might have a great future in the future. ”

Arthur and Louis were talking, when suddenly he noticed Heine looking around the glass window of the tavern nervously, as if looking for something.

Arthur asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Heine leaned back in his chair and said, "Austria does not welcome me, and so does my native Prussia, who are afraid of me and that I will tell them that they have hemorrhoids. So, when I lived in my hometown, I often found a few familiar faces outside my apartment, and they stayed there almost every day, and they followed me wherever I went. Although they thought they were well disguised, they could not deceive me, and I knew that they were sent by the authorities to follow and spy on me, and that they were a bunch of Prussian government dogs. ”

At this point, Heine pulled down the blinds that were covering the glass window, and he pulled out a small slit that could only hold two eyes, and looked out: "And I find that these dogs have been getting more and more arrogant lately. When I was in Prussia, they would spy on me, and when I got to London, there were still people spying on me. It seems that I have now become a big problem for Prussia. ”

Of course, Prussia could not have traveled across the ocean to London to spy on Heine, and Arthur certainly knew where Heine's doglegs who were spying on him in London came from.

He snapped his fingers slightly, and then turned his head to look at Louie.

Louis Bonaparte took out a small notebook from his pocket and added a sentence on it precisely - this person has strong anti-reconnaissance ability, and he is still a narcissist.

After writing this paragraph, Louis did not forget to stretch out his notebook in front of Arthur and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Arthur shook his finger at the 'narcissist' in his notebook, and he pointed: "That's very polite, although we are not poets, we should still use words as elegantly as possible, what do you think of the Narcissus?" ”

"Narcissus? The guy in ancient Greek mythology who fell in love with his reflection in the water? Louis pinched his chin and pondered: "Arthur, don't say it, this word is quite appropriate, I'll just remember it." ”

Heine let go of the blinds, turned his head and asked, "What do you two say?" ”

Arthur smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Heine. If the Prussian government really dares to send someone to spy on you in London, we will certainly make them suffer. As you know, Louis and I are police officers at Scotland Yard, and just last year we solved a French kidnapping on the high seas. On the question of sovereignty, Britain will not make concessions to anyone, and as long as your feet are on the soil of London, the Prussians will not be able to do anything to you. ”

Heine pouted, "I don't think they can do anything to me. I came to London to publish Travel Sketches, a book of my travels in continental Europe, in which I did not say much about Prussia. Prussian-bashing articles, I mostly stayed in my apartment in Paris. "Travel Sketches" is mostly about Britain and France, and of course, I have mentioned Prussia a little. ”

Arthur saw that the foreshadowing was almost over, so he spoke: "Mr. Heine, although I think that creation is a relatively personal matter, outsiders have no right to dictate how you write. But if you're speaking from a friend's point of view, if you need to get paid to make a living, you might be able to be a little more flexible in terms of creative skills. You can't scold Prussia when you're in Prussia, scold France when you're in France, and come to Britain and point fingers at Britain.

It was because of this taboo that Lord Byron's "Don Juan" was violated, and he scolded all the Cabinet Lords, so the road to publication became twists and turns, and it was only in recent years that the publication permission was approved. And the things in Austria should have given you a taste of Lord Byron's depression back then, didn't it? ”

"Huh?" Heine frowned when he heard this: "But I heard that Britain is not free of the press now?" ”

Arthur nodded slightly: "Newspapers and magazines really don't need to be censored now, and the newspaper only needs to get the publishing license, and they can publish the newspaper at will within the license period." Although the distribution of general publications on the surface is also free, if your work makes you unhappy, even if they cannot ask for revision or directly refuse to publish your work, they can slow you down. ”

"This ......," Heine was a little shaken for a moment when he heard this, and he thought for a moment and said, "If this is the case, then I will simply publish only the first three volumes of the Travel Sketches in Britain." The fourth volume of "Fragments of England" will be pressed down for the time being, and I will talk about it when I am done revising. Although I don't want to bow to these conservative authoritarian forces, I am still okay with some minor adjustments in order to make my work available to readers as soon as possible. The first version is a modified version.,The second version is on the original version.,Anyway, it's not the first time I've done this kind of thing.。 ”

Arthur thought that Heine's violent temper would definitely be upset by his words, but what he didn't expect was that the great poet who was addicted to poisonous tongues was still a flexible and changeable habitual offender. It seems that the ban in Austria gave Metternich an extra hemorrhoid, and Heine an extra eye.

But when you think about it, it seems quite reasonable, after all, people have to eat, and poets are no exception.

In a sense, Arthur was even happy about it, or at least it made his job easier.

But Arthur's purpose of the trip was not fully achieved, and he certainly did not forget what Lionel had asked him to do.

He racked his brain to think about the information he had collected about Heine these days, and asked with a smile: "It is great that you can figure these things out, I am sure that your book will definitely sell well." But before you do that, it's a good idea to make sure that your Travel Sketch contains anything about the Kingdom of Hanover. As you know, our king, in addition to the crown of Britain, also has a throne of Hanover under his ass. ”

"Kingdom of Hanover?" Heine pinched his chin and pondered, "If you don't mention it, I'll forget about it." But you guessed it, I did write a little bit about the Kingdom of Hanover, in the first volume of "Travels in the Harzberger", after all, it was also part of the German Confederation, and I also studied at the University of Göttingen in Hanover, so I am afraid that it is a bit difficult for you not to mention it. ”

Arthur feigned surprise and said, "Did you originally graduate from the University of Göttingen?" ”

Heinepi smiled and said, "Yes! Graduated from the University of Göttingen! Graduate! ”

Louis also asked curiously: "How is this place in Göttingen?" I've always heard that the quality of education there is very high, after all, it was a British George II university modeled after Oxford and Cambridge. Many people say that it is the best university in Germany, with a better environment and conditions, and compared with other German universities, Göttingen is not subject to government and church interference, and the academic atmosphere is very free. ”

"Modeled after the Oxford and Cambridge models?" Arthur took a sip of the black teacup: "Then it is estimated that their education is not much stronger." ”

When Heine heard this, it was as if he had found a confidant, and he exclaimed, "Yes! You're right! Sure enough, it is the Britons who know Göttingen best! I had nothing to say about the city of Göttingen, and when I first arrived there I guessed that the city must have a long history.

And guess why? Because I remember that when I registered there seven years ago and was suspended from school shortly after, she was already that old, sophisticated. It was full of night watchmen, curly dogs, dissertations, dancing tea parties, washesses, syllabus, roasted pigeons, the Order of Golfi, carriages for those who had obtained doctorates, smoking pots, privy councillors, judicial advisers, expulsion commissioners, professors, and other things.

Freely? Göttingen is embarrassed to claim freedom! Let me say that the composition of the inhabitants of Göttingen is quite simple, and it can be divided into four distinct classes: burghers, students, professors and brutes. Of course, in my personal opinion alone, I think that the role played by brutes in Göttingen is probably the most important.

Of course, the professors are not completely useless, and at some point, I even have to defend them. Do you know why German professors always keep their writing obscure, as if they were afraid that others would read it? I can tell you the reason here, because they are afraid that if their judgment is understood by the beasts, their lives may be lost. ”

When Arthur heard this, he smiled and continued, "This is also where I am worried about you. ”

Heine, who was already enthusiastic, heard this, directly held Arthur's hand and shook it: "Then you are really a good friend." But you compare me to the professors, and that is so demeaning to me. ”

Arthur rubbed his temples in annoyance: "Mr. Heine, I completely agree with you. But the problem still has to be solved, doesn't it? If you make a sharp critique of the Kingdom of Hanover in the first volume of your book, it will be difficult to make a good impression on you, especially His Majesty the King of Britain. ”

Heine was also a little at a loss: "But if Göttingen is deleted from the first volume, I don't have anything special to say." And that's where my journey began, and I can't tell readers that my trip started in Paris, right? ”

When Arthur heard this, he pretended to ponder for a moment, and he pretended to have a flash of inspiration and said, "There is." In my opinion, Mr. Heine, you should not publish Travel Sketches in its entirety. You might want to try publishing it in chapters, like serializing it in a magazine or something. The newspaper does not have to wait for a letter of approval, but publishes it in chapters, and you can constantly test the extent to which the British Lords can accept it. In this way, it will not delay you from expressing your thoughts to the fullest, what do you think? ”

"Serial?" Heine was stunned for a moment: "This ...... I think it's fashionable to hear this way, but I don't know anyone from Britannia! ”

Louis on the side heard this, and exchanged glances with Arthur, he just picked up his wine glass and smiled: "Lucky for you today, I know the editor of "British", do you know "British"?" They weren't a small magazine in Britain either, and they sold quite a lot of money every issue. And their content is quite inclusive and diverse in my opinion. ”

(End of chapter)