Chapter 187: Your kid is really a genius (K4)

Chapter 186: You Kid is Really a Genius (4K4)

Bayswater, 36 Lancaster Gate.

Inside the room in the evening, the pale yellow light of the setting sun poured through the window glass onto Arthur’s face, lighting up his deep black eyes.

Arthur at his desk could almost be described as left and right, in his left hand he held the Edinburgh Review and Morning Post, the left and right wing organs of the Whig Party, while in his right hand he held the Observer and Quarterly Review, the left and right wing organs of the Tory Party.

Given the offensive headlines on several of the papers, Arthur rationalized that if newspapers had lives, these four would more than likely come to blows as soon as he let go of his hand.

The Red Devil leaned on the windowsill and played a leisurely tune, “Well? Arthur, see anything? Or when are you going to put that fucked up old thing in my mouth?”

“Deliver it to your mouth?” Arthur put down the paper and raised an eyebrow at him, “What makes you think I’d be a sure winner against Rowan?”

“Wow …… my dear Arthur.” The Red Devil folded his hands in a false prayer, “You little scoundrel, is it when I don’t know you well enough? If you are not fully prepared, how can you provoke your superior?”

“Then you really don’t know me well enough.”

Arthur opened the candy jar in front of him and took one, casually throwing it into his mouth, “I’ve emphasized to you many times, I’m a person who doesn’t have much ambition. If I can do something, I will do it, if I can’t, I will forget about it, if there is something that I must do, it must be because something is extremely affecting my mood.

In other words, but if Rowan had spoken to me in a nice way today, it wouldn’t have been out of the question for him to open his mouth and beg me to resign, and as long as I could see the Anatomy Bill passed, then I wouldn’t have had much to be sorry about with regard to this £150-a-year job at Scotland Yard.

But he preferred to speak to me in that tone, as if I had my eye on the bottom of his ass where he sat, and that pissed me off.

He doesn’t know me, like you do, and as Shakespeare said, “I’d rather be a wildflower in a hedge than a favored rose. Instead of pandering and stealing the hearts of others, it is better to be despised by all. The most important thing in life is to be happy.”

Hearing this, the Red Devil’s eyes only narrowed slightly, “Yes, but aren’t you unhappy now?”

“Yeah.” Arthur chewed on a sugar cube, “So even if I can’t bring him down this time, I still have to make a mess out of him, and by the way, it’s best to get some more follow-up benefits. I have to say, this ‘suicide attack’ that the Duke of Wellington directed himself has given me a lot of insight. While having the gumption to lose the election, doing something like this looks pretty darn handsome to an outsider.”

“Wait a minute ……”

The Red Devil’s eyes widened when he heard this, “What the hell do you want to do things, you little bastard? DAMN! You fucking want to imitate Wellington? Are you out of your mind! He’s still a duke after his downfall, and still gets to live in that big London One mansion of his.

And you? Think about yourself. If you lose, you’ll have nothing! Don’t forget, you didn’t graduate from Cambridge or Oxford, you graduated from the University of fucking London!”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, “If Elder heard you say that, even if you were the devil, even if you tied him up at the stake, the boy would point his nose at you and curse you.”

The Red Devil couldn’t help but stir his nose as if he had smelled something foul, “Generally speaking, someone like Elder doesn’t deserve to be on the stake, he’ll usually be the one lighting the fire.”

Arthur sniffed and just shrugged as he patted the chair he was sitting under his buttocks and spoke, “I’m not sure what will happen to Elder. But even if I lose you don’t worry too much, this mansion of mine is not as good as the Duke of Wellington’s London One, but it’s not small either. You know, in my life, and even in my last life, I never thought I could live in this kind of house, speaking of which I’m already considered a successful person.”

The Red Devil hemmed and hawed, “Really? This house is yours? I really didn’t know that. Have you forgotten that you owe Mammon a home loan? The repayment amount is three pounds and eight shillings per month, and the repayment period is ten years.”

Arthur slapped his forehead as he exclaimed, “My God! Agareth, thanks for reminding me. I thought my loan was for thirty years before.”

“Arthur ！！！！！”

Fiery flames raced above the red devil’s head, and his two eyes snapped wide as if they were moons in the sky, their sharp lashes pressed against Arthur’s chest as if at any moment they could penetrate his chest like a sword.

Arthur drew his handkerchief from his chest pocket and calmly wiped away the spit that had sprayed onto his face, “I told you before, it’s okay to talk about other things, like potatoes and stuff. But only don’t fight me on the house, because I’ve seen worse.”

The Red Devil took several heavy deep breaths, then lifted two fingers to the side of his face, forcing himself to pick out a gentle smile, “You little shit, sometimes I can’t tell which one of us is really from hell.”

Arthur lifted his teacup and took a sip, “You of course, we can’t eat anything too heavily flavored there.”

“Hoo……” Agareth gasped, “Okay, you win, but you also lose. What’s the point of beating me in the mouth though? You’re still going to lose to that annoying Charles Rowan?”

Arthur thought nothing of returning, “Is that all you’ve got left now? Agareth? That kind of agitation is too low for an old devil. But how can you think I’m losing when you don’t even know what I’m going to do?”

“Being forced to leave from Scotland Yard, what is that if not losing?”

The Red Devil sneered, “You don’t think Rothschild gave you such a cheap home loan because he thought you were good looking, do you? Away from the title of Superintendent of Scotland Yard, you have no value in their eyes.

Oh yes, and your friends Tom and Tony, usually they both look like klutzes, if you leave again, think what will happen to those two idiots. It won’t be long before they’re sidelined, especially Tom with that slow nature that can’t eat shit fast enough to keep it hot.”

Arthur sniffed deeply and nodded, “This …… seems to really make you right, in this matter, they are indeed far worse than you.”

“Hey Arthur, fuck you ……”

But before the Red Devil finished cursing in one sentence, Arthur had already opened his mouth to interrupt him, “But I don’t need you to bother about the two of them, even if I really have to leave Scotland Yard this time, then I’ll go and follow Mr. Moscheles to the theatre to play the piano, and as for Tom and Tony, the two of them will just follow me on my ass to beat the gong.

A copy of “The Bells” should be enough to keep us going for a while, and when I’ve saved up enough money, I’ll take my buddies and open a detective agency, and the days will be the same, won’t they? Rowan had messed with the wrong person this time, he probably didn’t even think that I wasn’t aiming to stay at Scotland Yard in the first place, and it’s not like Mr. Hastings didn’t have other ways to make money.

And it’s not like Mr. Hastings doesn’t have other ways to make money. And it’s really too uncomfortable to suppress workers or anything else. If the Whigs are willing to kick me out for Rowan’s personal vendetta, then let them worry about it. When the Whig Party’s formation of the cabinet is complete, turn around and I’ll shake the matter of Scotland Yard having once slipped an undercover agent into the National Political Alliance over there. Well …… although that undercover agent was the one I sent ……”

With that, Arthur pulled open the door to his room without looking back and walked down the stairs with brisk steps, leaving the Red Devil’s voice growling behind him. “Arthur, you little bastard, you’ll regret this!!!”

In the dining room on the first floor, Dumas was humming a little tune holding a knife and peeling onions in the kitchen, and he had various bottles and jars in front of him, so it was clear at a glance that today’s dinner was certainly not going to be easy.

While in the living room in front of the coffee table, Elder and Darwin were each leaning back on the couch reading their favorite reads.

Ever since moving here, such pre-dinner behavior had almost become a habit for them.

Darwin, on the other hand, had a very singular reading material, which was a monograph published by the French biologist Lamarck, The System of Invertebrates.

As for Elder, observing from the outside, it appeared as if he had in his hand a copy of the Westminster Review, which represented the radical liberals, but no one sitting here would have thought that he was actually reading this, though everyone was now too lazy to lift the paper to see what exactly he had hidden behind it.

Elder flipped the pages back and forth, his eyes scanning over the illustrations and text in front of him, and pouted in a less-than-satisfied manner, “There’s not much passion left in reading these usual stories, but this one ……”

With a twinkle in her eye, Elder pulled a brand new magazine out of the crevice of the couch, and a flush of extraordinary excitement appeared on her face.

But before he could turn the pages, he heard Arthur’s cough ringing out behind him.

Elder was so shocked that his body shivered, and he turned his head to look at Arthur’s face, and then he couldn’t help but whistle, “What are you up to? Don’t you know my habits? The first time is mine. I’ll see it through, and then it’s Alexander’s and your turn afterward.”

Arthur glanced aside at Darwin, “What about Charles?”

“Charles? Charles is better off. He doesn’t even care about monkeys these days, let alone humans. Haven’t you noticed what he’s looking at? He’s obsessed with invertebrates lately, caterpillars aka earthworms or something.”

Darwin was reading a book well, but when he heard Elder’s words, he couldn’t help but frown and put down the book in his hand, “Elder, how come when something comes into your mouth, the flavor is not right? You have to understand, I look at invertebrates for research.”

“Right!” Elder nodded while slapping the cover of the magazine in his hand, “I don’t exactly look at this for eroticism either ya know. You’re trying to figure out the origins of species and I’m trying to figure out the origins of life, we’re both doing research.”

Arthur found a comfortable angle to tuck himself into the couch, “So how’s the research going for you two these days?”

Elder sniffed with a pensive look on his face, “As you can see, both Charles and I have hit a bottleneck in our great work.”

“Is that so?” Arthur lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea, “Elder, but I think perhaps Charles’ work will make a major breakthrough more quickly than yours.”

Darwin listened and said somewhat sheepishly, “Arthur, you’re too optimistic about me too.”

Arthur shook his finger, “That’s not confidence I have in you, but in Mr. Elder Carter.”

“Damn it!” Elder cursed, “Arthur, haven’t you been overjoyed lately? Isn’t it just that you got Miss Byron’s little note? What’s the big deal?”

“Nothing remarkable?” Arthur raised an eyebrow and held out his hand at him, “Then give me back the note.”

Elder sniffed and hurriedly covered his coat pocket tightly, “It was just a joke, why did you take it seriously. This note I still have to keep for a while, in a while our classics department will hold a reunion, I still have to take this and show off with my classmates. This is Lord Byron’s daughter! This status in the eyes of our group of classical literature researchers is not something that ordinary noble ladies can compare to.”

Arthur frowned, “The Classics Department is having a reunion? Where are you guys planning to have it?”

“Where else could it be? On campus, of course!” Elder cheerfully said, “As you know, the University of London is in a difficult time, so of course we graduating seniors have to go back to the school to set an example for our juniors, telling them that even without a royal charter, graduates of the University of London can still break through with their own hard-working hands and wise minds!”

“Yes ……” joked Arthur, “It would be nice if they had a real uncle who was working as a Rear Admiral in the Royal Navy.”

Elder glared, “Arthur, can you stop making things so clear all the time? You’ve got to give them some hope! Am I going to go and tell those silly graduates that they should never in their lives think of comparing themselves to those young masters from Oxford and Cambridge?”

Arthur thought for a moment, he followed Elder’s example and crossed his legs, “Maybe you’re right, when’s the reunion? Why don’t I come with you, it just so happens that I’m still planning to contribute to my alma mater’s employment rate before I leave from Scotland Yard.”

“Departure from Scotland Yard?” Elder frowned, “What happened?”

Arthur wasn’t too concerned, “No big deal, just like last time, I scolded my supervisor. Only unluckily, the last time I scolded my boss, it happened to be rewarded by Sir Peel. This time, it coincided with the downfall of the Tory party, so I can say that I’m in a precarious situation now.

Judging from that attitude of Director Rowan today, he’s probably climbed up to some big shot in the Whig Party, so he’s impatiently running to knock me down. Although I’ve thought about contacting Mrs. Cowper and asking her to introduce me to a few Pfhor dignitaries, it’s not like our relationship is familiar to that extent for the time being, so I don’t know if it’ll be too late when I’m able to hook up.”

When Elder heard this, he scurried up from the couch, “Fuck, what does he think he is? He thinks he’s the only one who has people in the Whig party, doesn’t he? Arthur, you’re usually quite smart, why are you forgetting the key things at this time?
Don’t forget where you graduated from, don’t forget who the spiritual father of our school is? The Tories don’t care for Mr. Jeremy Beecham, but the Whigs are full of admirers! And we have a few senators running for Congress, don’t we?
With the way things are going, we might be able to get a few of them in this election. I was hoping to take advantage of this election to get the parliament to issue a royal charter for our school!”

Hearing Elder’s reminder, Arthur pondered slightly, and his tightly frowning brows gradually relaxed.

He got up and looked at Elder and couldn’t help but pat his shoulder, “Elder.”

“What’s wrong?”

Arthur smiled and nodded heavily at him, “Usually people say you can’t do it, but I’ve always been unconvinced. The more time I spend with you, the more I think that you, kid, I’m afraid you’re a real fucking genius.”

(End of chapter)