??319: Chapter 203: The Troubleso Imp and a Special Feature Article (7K)_3
319: Chapter 203: The Troubleso Imp and a Special Feature Article (7K)_3
The Red Devil’s mouth curled up in a smile so wide that it almost reached his ears.
His red tongue swept back and forth over his sharply pointed white teeth as he spoke in a sycophantic tone, “Oh, my dear Arthur, after behaving yourself for half a year, you’re finally planning to make a move again.
How about I raise the stakes for you?
If you can take down the entire British Parliant, I’ll reward you with the crown.”
Hearing this, Arthur rely raised an eyebrow, “Agares, don’t think for a mont that I’m unaware of what you’re plotting.
If the MPs were all sent packing by , they’d force Baal to sign the ‘Great Charter’ in Hell and implent constitutional monarchy.
What’s the matter, you deposed commander, planning to beco Hell’s Cromwell amidst the chaos?
Or perhaps, you want to imitate Napoleon and bellow at the soldiers of the Demon Legion, ‘Hell, your Duke has returned’?”
With that, Arthur awkwardly followed Disraeli’s footsteps with his newly purchased cane, limping along.
Agares was left standing there, dumbstruck.
After a long while, he suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaid, waking himself from his stupor, “Arthur, you bloody genius, how did I not think of that?
Wait for a mont, why don’t I add sothing more to the deal?”
Having just caught up, Arthur saw that Disraeli had sohow struck up a conversation with soone on the road in front of the Ho Secretary’s residence.
The ambitious young editor, whose ultimate life goal was to be known as the ‘British Caesar,’ quickly noticed Lady Norton erging from the residence’s main entrance, accompanied by the Viscount lbourne, the Ho Secretary.
The proud young man showed no intimidation in the presence of prominent figures; on the contrary, he rode on his gradually improving reputation in the British literary world to strike up a conversation with Lady Norton.
Disraeli doffed his hat and began, “Lady Norton, it’s been too long.
Since our last gathering, I’ve been persistently requesting your contributions.
It’s such a coincidence to et you here today; why don’t we settle the matter of your article right now?”
Lady Norton was clearly surprised by Disraeli’s appearance.
Before she could respond, the baffled Viscount lbourne asked, “Caroline, who is this gentleman?”
Recovering from her initial surprise, Lady Norton hurriedly introduced him, “William, this gentleman is the author of ‘The Young Duke’ and, at the sa ti, the editor of ‘The British’—Mr.
Benjamin Disraeli.”
Upon hearing this, Viscount lbourne amiably took off his glove and extended his hand to Disraeli, “Pleased to et you, Mr.
Disraeli.
It is unexpected that soone of your youthful age has achieved so much.
Caroline has previously recomnded ‘The British’ to , telling
it’s an excellent magazine, and she relies on it to pass the ti during her idle hours.”
Delighted by this, Disraeli’s face blossod into a smile, “That’s nothing, your Excellency.
To be frank, being the editor of a literary magazine is just a minor note in my life’s journey.
In my heart, I harbor an even grander ideal.”
Viscount lbourne rely smiled in response, “Is that so?
And what might your ideal be?”
Disraeli stood tall and confident, “One day, my dream is to work in the office on the street adjacent to Whitehall, yes, I am speaking of Number 10!
Mark my words, I will beco the Pri Minister of this country.”
Though Viscount lbourne knew arrogance was natural in the young, soone as unabashed as Disraeli was still a rarity.
If Viscount Palston were here, he might have mocked Disraeli for his presumption, but luckily, Viscount lbourne wasn’t the sort to dampen soone’s spirits.
He replied diplomatically, “A comndable ambition, it’s truly praiseworthy to have the courage to speak such words.
However, before you head off to work at Number 10 Downing Street, perhaps you might consider stopping by Whitehall…”
As he said this, Viscount lbourne suddenly spotted Arthur limping toward them and pointed at him behind Disraeli, “As you can see, among the young Britons of your age, I consider this gentleman one of the most exceptional.
Perhaps when you have the ti, you could benefit from interacting with him.”
When Lady Norton saw Arthur approaching, she lightly raised her hand to greet him, “Mr.
Hasting.”
Arthur, too, took off his hat and responded politely, “Pleased to see you, Lady Norton.”
Lady Norton, noting Arthur’s limp, asked in surprise, “What…
What happened to you?”
Arthur simply replied, “Nothing serious, I am just getting accustod to my new tool.
You might not be aware that I have recently been appointed to be in charge of intelligence work at Scotland Yard.
To ensure I do not stand out in various situations, I am diligently learning to adopt the mannerisms of different identities.”
Upon hearing this, Lady Norton realized and said, “So today, you are playing gentleman with a genteel limp?”
“Well…
sothing like that, my lady.” Arthur pondered for a bit before he sheepishly said, “However, to be precise, today I am actually playing the role of the French ambassador, Mr.
Talleyrand-Perigord.”
As soon as Arthur spoke these words, even the usually stoic Viscount lbourne couldn’t help but laugh, “Arthur, that’s quite enough, I just dined with Mr.
Talleyrand last week, and he seed to think highly of you.”
“Oh?
Is that so?” Arthur feigned ignorance, “He should have let
know.”
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