Chapter 225: The Devil’s Spirit of Contract (k6)

Chapter 223 – The Devil’s Spirit of Contract (4k6)
In the dark corner of the lobby corner of the Coburg Theater, Vidocq put his hand into his tight corset and yanked out his pocket watch, opening the gold-plated cover, he could see that the hour hand on it was pointing at exactly eight o’clock.

He looked up at the already overcrowded and packed theater hall, and the sound of orchestral instruments playing with great pathos came to his ears from time to time.

In the center of the stage, the musicians of the London Philharmonic Society played the orchestral instruments in their hands, organ, fiddle, flute, oboe, in the light of the chandelier above the hall with a bright golden light.

In the lounge next to the aisle, several ministers dressed in religious attire will pray and preach between the first and second parts of Matthew’s Passion.

But none of that mattered, because at that moment, all the visitors today had their eyes on the center of the stage, where stood Mendelssohn in a tuxedo, with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth and his eyes tightly closed, holding his baton in his hands like a madman, and with his arms moving and his baton floating and sinking, the choir from the Diocese of Westminster, dressed in immaculate white gowns, sang arias in a rhythmic fashion.

The young pianist and conductor, renowned throughout Europe, attracted the attention of the opposite sex with his overflowing musical talent and dashing good looks from the very first moment he appeared on stage.

And those sitting in the front row, as Mendelssohn’s hardcore fans of the ladies, but also can not help two hands to press the thumping heart, they sighed: “I can think of the world’s most beautiful destiny, probably is to be consumptive, with that kind of bleak pale face in the arms of Mr. Mendelssohn died.”

Perhaps the lamentations of the ladies played a role, accompanied by the transition of the music, Mendelssohn’s face of light smile gradually dissipated, replaced by a gradual climb on the corners of the mouth of the pain and pathos.

With his baton jerking up in the air, the choir’s mezzo-soprano aria rang out, “Repentance and guilt, tear this guilty heart into twin petals. May my teardrops be worthy to be used to anoint Thee, O chaste and faithful Jesus, with penitence and guilt ……”

It was at this moment that the priest, who had just been waiting in the aisle, made his entrance with a Bible in his hand, which he pressed to his heart and chanted along, “Then one of the twelve disciples, called Judas, went to the chief priest and said ……”

The baritone playing Judas chants along, “How much will you give me when I deliver him to you?”

The priest continued to murmur, “So they gave him thirty silver coins. From that time on, he looked for an opportunity to hand Jesus over.”

The soprano’s voice was sad and her tone bleak, “Shed it, heart’s blood. Alas, a young child whom you have raised with your own hands, who once sucked at your breast, has claimed to kill its nurse by turning into a viper. Stream it ……”

Vakur, who was leaning against the wall, couldn’t help but spit on the ground when he heard this and whispered, “Fuck, who are you cursing? Who said this job is thirty silver coins, this is sixty thousand francs, a lot of gold. Are they singing this today, are they targeting us? Chief, the plan is exposed?”

Vidocq glanced at him with a sniff, “Wakul, usually have nothing to do but learn more culture, what people are singing here is Judas.”

“Ah …… so it’s Judas!” Wakul heard this, his face was a bit unable to hang on, he casually found a word to say to try to save some face, “I thought it was the Virgin Mary that was singing.”

Vidocq glared at him, “Forget it, I don’t want to talk to you that much, you just do your own work, leave the brain thing to me. We’ve already figured out tonight’s set list, after Matthew’s Passion is Mr. Hastings’ The Bells, take advantage of this time to find out where Mr. Dumas is hiding, and when Mr. Hastings is ready to take the stage, let’s do it right away.”

When Wakool heard this, he was a little embarrassed: “But chief, this is too tight a time, one piece to let me find the man out, you’re making it too difficult for the people.”

Vidocq glanced at this indisputable subordinate with his mouth wide open, simply wishing to directly give him a slap, “Idiot! Matthew’s Passion is two or three hours long, if you can’t handle it for that long, I’ll fucking boil you in a pot.”

Wakul was scared out of his cold sweat by his boss’s aura, he hurriedly spoke out to calm Vidocq’s fire, and while sticking out his thumbs, he opened his mouth to say, “Chief, you actually even know about this, no wonder people say that you are not at all like an ordinary hooligan, elegant, elegant!”

When Vidocq heard this, he was so angry that he reached out and directly dug into Vakur’s skirt, and with a fierce right hand he directly ripped off almost two pounds of cotton: “Still not quick to go!”

Wakul was so scared by him that he rolled and crawled, he hastily covered half of his buttocks, rip and climbed down the stairs to the second floor box.

While walking, he also whispered and complained: “How much also leave me some ah, no cotton padding, a small wind, but also strange cold.”

When Vidocq heard this, he was even more furious, and he spat in a low voice, “Damn it, if it wasn’t for that group of smart ones who don’t listen, why would I have to bring a bunch of donkeys to work? If I’d known that hooligans everywhere were equally stupid, I might as well have fucking caught them in London now!”

Just as Vidocq was fuming, just above his head in the second floor box, Dumas and Tom, who had ropes tied to their bodies, were sitting on chairs left and right enjoying the top musical event in all of Britain.

Dumas was humming along as he listened, while Tom, sitting beside him, had a jittery expression on his face.

Tom opened his mouth and said, “Mr. Dumas, I allow you to come out from under the bed this matter, you and I know it on the line, you must not tell Arthur ah!”

Dumas gave him a blank look, “I’m not stupid, why would I tell him about this? Besides, why are you afraid of him, isn’t he just a little cop like you?”

Hearing this, Tom quickly corrected himself with a serious face, “Mr. Zhongma, although I respect you, I advise you that it would be best not to insult the name Arthur Hastings in front of a Scotland Yard police officer. As far as I know, most of the first-line patrolmen respect him.”

“Respect him?” Dumas asked with a raised eyebrow, “Respect him for what?”

Tom glared, “Respecting the fact that he got a three shilling a week pay rise for the guys, of course.”

“Three shillings?” Dumas bristled, “That’s all it took to buy you guys off? I thought perhaps you could have loftier ideals, like republicanism or something.”

“Republicanism?” Tom heard the word and simply asked, “Can republicanism get us a three shilling a week raise?”

Dumas responded with an almost thoughtless gulp, “Of course!”

“Then how is it that France, where republicanism is at its best, is worse off than Britain? I’ve heard that your bottom laborers there don’t see much meat all year round, but the workers in London get a little meat a day when there’s work to be done.”

Dumas had intended to give Tom a good popularization of his republican views, but he didn’t expect Tom’s remark to stump him at once: “This …… is because republicanism has failed in France, and if it had succeeded I’m sure it would have changed for the better.”

Tom just shook his head and said, “Then wait for France to get better and then come to talk about republicanism Well, a penny wages do not give rise, but also want us to sell our lives, this is not a lie? Mr. Dumas, perhaps you might consider taking a position as a stockbroker on the London Stock Exchange, where the papers say all the crooks are squatting.”

Dumas was left speechless by Tom’s dislike, and he was scratching his head wondering how to get himself back in the game, when suddenly, a knock sounded on the door of the box.

Tom heard the sound, shocked to shiver, at this time he could not care about Dumas match or not, grabbed Elder’s socks and filled Dumas’s mouth, and then it was like rubbing spaghetti to push Dumas back under the bed board.

He had just hidden the man when he heard Elder’s voice ringing from outside the door, “Arthur! Arthur! Are you there? Why don’t you and I switch compartments, I just saw that you have a bed in this room. You’re lying wherever you are anyway, the sofa in my room is still a bit more comfortable.”

As soon as his words fell, the waiter’s voice sounded again outside the door, “This gentleman, are you really a friend of Mr. Hastings? This is Mr. Hastings’ exclusive lounge, and he has just instructed us specifically, saying that he is too tired from his work these days and needs to take a nap before going on stage, and asked us not to disturb him.”

“Of course I’m his friend, if there’s another person in this world who is Arthur’s friend, it’s undoubtedly me. If you don’t believe me, call him out and see if he recognizes me.”

“This …… is not that I do not believe you, but shouted a few times but there is no response, perhaps Mr. Hastings is asleep, I think it is better to forget it.”

“Forget it? Don’t you have a key? You open the door for me, if he turns around and blames it, it’s all on me.”

“I’m sorry, sir, as unpleasant as it may be for you, I must reply to you out of professional ethics: no offense.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll figure it out myself then.”

Elder stood outside the door, looking at the distant waiter with a displeased expression, yet before he could open his mouth to complain. The tall and attractive Lady Coconut Tree standing beside him then smiled flirtatiously and pulled out a set of keys from behind her back, “Look at this, dear.”

Elder was stunned and then ecstatic, “Wow! My little cutie pie! I didn’t realize that in addition to being beautiful, you also have such a remarkable and unique skill! Did you take this set of keys from the waiter?”

“Uh-huh!” Coconut Tree asked as she took Elder’s arm, “But honey, are you sure the two of us really won’t be found out here?”

Elder’s face was red as he patted his chest and assured, “Don’t worry, I’ve looked around, and this is the most secluded place among the boxes on the second floor. You and I will enjoy the wonderful performances presented by the masters while discussing about literature, maybe you don’t like literature, but that’s fine, let’s talk about museums as well.

I have a friend who is a naturalist, and he told me that man may not have been created by God. What do you think about that, my dear? I think we might be able to verify it tonight.”

Coconut Tree’s eyes were narrowed into a smile as he fluttered his false eyelashes braided with horsehair and bit his back teeth to pronounce in a falsetto voice, “I think we should probably go into the room first.”

When Elder heard this, he just felt himself tense up, even his fists hardened, “Fine, fine, dear, I’ll do everything you say.”

He took the key in a hurry, obviously opening the door, but Elder was perhaps in such a hurry that the door practically slammed open for him.

Only a thud was heard as Elder stumbled and fell into the door, but not before he could cry out in pain and scan the room.

“I knew Arthur wouldn’t be here, how could he have slept through such an important occasion tonight?”

Coconut Tree also schlepped into the room with a twist of her long skirt, and he similarly surveyed the room’s furnishings before pretending to be tepid and laying down on his side on the king-sized bed, lazily waving his arm at Elder, “Don’t forget to unlock the door, dear, and don’t let your friend spoil the fun for us.”

Elder rubbed his arm with a glowing grin, a gesture that made Agareth, sitting on the windowsill, frown, “What the fuck, like me?”

Elder stood on his tiptoes and touched his heels lightly, then turned his back to the door panel and unlocked the door without looking at the lock like he had a superpower.

With a click of the house door locking, Elder lunged forward like a tree-dropping monkey that had just run out of the East African Rift Valley, “Honey, I’m fucking here!”

Who knew that before his body landed on the bed, he was caught by a handful of coconut trees standing on the bed.

“Whoa! Honey, you’re so strong.”

“That’s for sure, I’m not your average lady.”

The weight of the two men, Coconut Tree and Elder, pressed down on the bedpan, only to see it visibly dented halfway downward, a move that caused Dumas, who was lying below, to complete a forced tuck.

Dumas glared straight at Tom, who was lying beside him, and although he didn’t dare to make a sound at that moment, Tom still deciphered the meaning from the shape of his mouth, “Aren’t you a fucking cop? What the fuck are you doing lying here? Why don’t you get out there and get rid of these two?”

Tom’s face was full of bitterness, he also followed Dumas’ example of encrypting communications, “It’s my first time for this kind of thing too, I’m inexperienced! Besides, wouldn’t I be stirring up Mr. Carter’s good deed by going out now?”

Dumas didn’t dare to let out a single breath, but he still couldn’t help but spit out, “Then are you just going to watch him discuss the birth of mankind over our heads? I can’t stand that!”

But although Dumas’ mouth was tough, his body was still honestly lying where it was.

After all, human beings always possessed some trivial curiosity, whether it was towards their own kind or close relatives.

Coconut Tree gathered Elder in her arms as if in a princess hug and smiled with narrowed eyes, “Do you want to play something new, dear?”

“Fresh?” Elder’s heart popped out of his chest with joy, “Of course, the Royal Navy loves fresh, and spoiled ones are a matter of circumstance.”

“Good. Honey, you just lie down here.”

Coconut Tree slowly laid Elder down on the bed, then pulled a string out of her layered skirt out of sight of Elder.

“How does that feel?”

“Whoa! Are you tying me up, darling?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Blindfold me too?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Darling, you’re quite a professional, what did you used to do for a living?”

“Guess.”

Dumas, who was lying under the bed, couldn’t stop muttering, “Playing quite perverted ah. Are you Brits all like this?”

Tom rubbed both hands over his face vigorously, suddenly let out a long breath and gritted his teeth, “Mr. Dumas, why don’t I just go out and take him.”

Dumas sniffed and hurriedly grabbed his sleeve: “Don’t rush, don’t rush, listen again.”

Only a snap was heard, like a whip on the buttocks, followed by a roar so angry that it looked like he was going mad.

“Fuck you stupid shit! Stupid asshole, I’m asking you, are you still arrogant now? Are you still crazy? Next time if you don’t clean up your hands and feet, I’ll fucking skin you!”

“Wow! Honey, that’s a truly novel way to play.”

“Who the hell is playing with you! You kids are still addicted aren’t you!”

While the fight in the box was going on, Arthur, who had moved a chair to sit behind the stage curtain, looked through the gap in the curtain at the Red Devil, who was lying on the window sill of the box, watching the play.

He clenched his chin and fell into deep thought, and only after a long time did he rarely praise the devoted Agareth: “Although I paid a soul for him to help keep an eye on Alexander’s movements, he was able to be so devoted to his duties without leaving for a moment, even abandoning his favorite musical. Sure enough, the devil still has more respect for contracts.”

I’m asking for some votes at the beginning of the month, and I’ll have more tonight

(End of chapter)