shadow of britain

Chapter 131 Alexandre Dumas' Desire for Wealth

Outside the Greenwich Police Station, Fiona, who was wearing a long dress, brushed her long pale blonde hair behind her ears. She looked at the pipe in her hand with complicated emotions.

Behind her were the members of 'Cambridge's Little Brothers' who were released together.

The boys of different heights, fat and thin looked at Fiona's expression of incomprehensible meaning, and stepped forward one by one to comfort her: "Fiona, it's no big deal. Isn't it just betraying your body as usual? At least the brothers have been released, and your consumption in the past two days will be counted as our invitation."

Fiona couldn't help but glared at them when she heard the words: "What betrayed the body? This time the betrayal is the soul! We can't turn back now, you idiots!"

Guys, you look at me, I look at you, they don't know what kind of nerves the eldest sister is going through today.

Someone whistled frivolously, and couldn't help joking: "Sell your soul? Is this some new skill you developed recently?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Fiona raised her hand and slapped him unceremoniously.

Only a snapping sound was heard.

The man covered the side face with the red palm print, and he was stunned for a long time before thinking of getting angry.

He rolled up his sleeves and stared, "You bitch, do you really think I dare not beat you up?"

"Try it yourself?" As soon as the voice fell, Fiona pulled out a flintlock pistol and stabbed it into the opponent's mouth: "James, listen to me, from now on, what do you do, what do you do, You have to listen to me. If you are not convinced, then I will send you to see God immediately."

James had the gun barrel in his mouth and beads of sweat on his forehead. He always felt that this posture was familiar.

"You... where did you get the gun? We... our guns were all confiscated?"

"Where do you think I got it?"

Fiona stirred James' mouth with the gun barrel, and finally pressed against the roof of his mouth. She teased her blond hair with her fingertips charmingly, and then threw a flirtatious gesture in front of the Greenwich Police Station. Eye.

There was no one at the gate of the police station except Superintendent Arthur Hastings, who was leaning against the door and smoking.

Arthur also noticed Fiona's movements, he poured out the embers in the pipe, and said to Fiona in a neutral way: "Don't kill anyone, at least not here."

After finishing speaking, Arthur turned and walked towards the police station.

Fiona covered her chest with one hand, and said with an undisguised, blissful smile, "Darling~ I'll listen to you."

When the boys heard this, they couldn't help swallowing.

They asked, "Fiona, did you get close to him?"

"Then... that note, it seems that the level is not low."

"So... so you're going to be the police officer's wife?"

Fiona raised her head and glanced proudly at the group of guys under her: "I'm not so lucky, but with the relationship between the two of us, if you make me unhappy, I can still let him send you in! As I said just now, all of you have to listen to me in the future, I say what business to do, we will do business! As long as we don’t make him angry, we will soon become rich.”

The guys looked at each other, they were still hesitating.

But when they saw that Fiona's pistol had begun to be pointed at them one by one, the group quickly followed their hearts.

"Okay... okay, we will listen to you whatever you say! As long as you can make money, isn't it the same for any business? We have always believed in your smart head, let alone now you still..."

As soon as the words were said, Fiona's gun was already on top of his head: "I don't allow you to mention his name. We should know in our hearts. If anyone dares to talk nonsense outside, don't blame me for not talking about it." Look at our past friendship."

Looking at Fiona's fierce expression, the young man squeezed out a smile, nodded slowly and said, "Okay... Fiona, you can say whatever you want."

Fiona smiled and nodded when she heard the words: "Also, from now on, don't call me by my name again, Fiona is not what you should call. Just like when I first met you, you should call me last name, call me Miss Ivan."

In the police station in Greenwich, the Red Devil stood on Arthur's bowler hat, looking out at the scene.

Agares laughed and rubbed his hands: "Oh! My dear Arthur, it seems that you have chosen a good little girl to be your underground agent. She just got the power you gave her, and she can't wait Started using it. Seeing her always reminds me of an old friend, and damn, it's kind of nostalgic."

Arthur glanced at him, stood in the corridor and asked, "You have a bad personality, how can you still have female friends?"

Agares covered his mouth and smiled: "Oh, Arthur, I have a lot of female friends. It's just that I make friends with them not because they are women, but because they have a part of them that I admire. I am not your friend Elder possessed by Asmodeus, who can't move when he sees the opposite sex."

"So, which of your old acquaintances is Fiona like?"

Agares smiled and flapped his wings: "Do you know Nemesis?"

Arthur laughed: "You still know the Greek gods? Nemesis, the inevitable nemesis who lives on Mount Olympus. Agares, I thought you guys were born in Mesopotamia Devils and gods have nothing to do with them."

The Red Devil didn't pay attention to Arthur's doubts. He swept across the hall of the Greenwich Police Station like a breeze, and only his voice still echoed in the hall.

"Every region has its beliefs, and every era has its gods. It's no big deal. What's gone doesn't mean it's really gone, and what exists may not survive for a long time. The future How it develops depends on your own efforts..."

Arthur picked up a handkerchief and wiped the dust on his face, he couldn't help shaking his head and said, "When it comes to playing tricks, it's you."

He opened the door of the office, only to see a fat man sitting on the office chair that belonged to him, frowning and thinking hard with a quill pen.

Seeing this scene, Arthur walked over lightly, for fear of interrupting the fat man's thoughts.

He leaned to the back of the office chair and took a look, only to see a familiar title written on the manuscript paper in front of the fat man - "The Revenge of Edmond Dantès".

Alexandre Dumas grabbed his head, feeling like it was going to split open.

He said to himself: "Although the main line has been determined, what kind of beginning should be used to draw readers in?"

"How about trying to get divorced? A genius, or a promising young man, suddenly for unknown reasons, his bright life suddenly fell to the bottom, and even his fiancée who was about to get married ran away with someone. I don't think it's a big deal. There’s nothing more attractive to readers than this.”

Alexandre Dumas turned his head abruptly, and couldn't help being surprised: "You still know how to write books?"

Arthur shook his head and said, "I don't understand, but I have read it. But then again, you suddenly started writing a new book. This is a discovery of conscience. Are you finally going to pay me the rent?"

When Dumas heard the words, he snorted disdainfully: "What do you know? This is a playwright's sudden inspiration. This is a creative desire bestowed by God, and money is only responsible for providing a little bit of impetus. Besides, you Keep me in front of your eyes all the time, I can't go to other places to watch theaters, and the restaurants in the UK also make me lose my appetite, I have to find some motivation for myself to live."

Arthur leaned against the wall and nodded, "So you only have one headline as your motivation to live? The liars on the London Stock Exchange know how to put out some news, but you are going to use a headline to fool readers. You want to be a writing liar. There is still a lack of foundation."

Dumas said angrily: "You speak as if you are very professional, just a Scotland Yard policeman. Those who don't know it think you wrote "Henry III and His Court"!"

Arthur said: "I'm really not professional, but I think I might be able to give you some reasonable help and advice. I'm going to a party at General Codrington's house next week, and he told me that apart from science Knowledge, and maybe literature or something. If you can write the beginning by next week, I might be able to help you make a name for yourself in London's elite circles at that party."

Alexandre Dumas doubted: "You British guy has such a good heart?"

Arthur shrugged his shoulders: "Believe it or not. Although I didn't do this entirely to help you, after all, I don't think my personal scientific literacy is enough to last a three or four hour private party. I would rather talk to them about literary skills than being challenged by them on various scientific issues."

When Dumas heard this, he believed it. He nodded and said: "You are quite honest. But I have to admit that the idea you mentioned just now is quite good. At the beginning, I found that the fiancée ran away with someone. , The bright future is also ruined, which really coincides with my thinking.

I originally planned for the main character to be a promising sailor who was framed and jailed, and then sent to an island prison.If an element of the fiancée being robbed of love is added at the beginning, it will indeed make the readers more indignant, and it will also make them feel more hearty when the protagonist launches subsequent revenge actions. "

Upon hearing this, Arthur asked, "Then, have you figured out how to let the protagonist escape from the island prison?"

"This... I haven't started thinking about it yet, I'm still thinking about how to write the beginning."

Arthur smiled and leaned over, "I think you can set him up as a mentor in the island prison, for example..."

"Mentor?" Just as he said this, Agares appeared out of nowhere, and the Red Devil nodded while wearing a monocle, "Speaking of a mentor, he should be a devil with many talents."

Arthur glanced at this guy and continued: "I think the mentor can be a knowledgeable old prisoner, a chemist or a naturalist or something..."

(End of this chapter)