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Chapter 693 - 693 336 Red and Black · Oct 21, 2026

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651 Chapter 651 - 651 319 The Handover of an Era_2 2026-10-21
652 Chapter 652 - 652 319 The Handover of an Era_3 2026-10-21
653 Chapter 653 - 653 320 Disraeli’s Ambition 2026-10-21
654 Chapter 654 - 654 320 Disraeli’s Ambition_2 2026-10-21
655 Chapter 655 - 655 321 Sir of Honors 2026-10-21
656 Chapter 656 - 656 321 Title Sir_2 2026-10-21
657 Chapter 657 - 657 321 Honorary Knighthood_3 2026-10-21
658 Chapter 658 - 658 322 Good Cop Bad Cop 2026-10-21
659 Chapter 659 - 659 322 Playing Good Cop Bad Cop_2 2026-10-21
660 Chapter 660 - 660 322 Playing Good Cop Bad Cop_3 2026-10-21
661 Chapter 661 - 661 323 Brighter than the Stars 2026-10-21
662 Chapter 662 - 662 323 Brighter Than the Stars_2 2026-10-21
663 Chapter 663 - 663 324 Power Expansion 2026-10-21
664 Chapter 664 - 664 324 Power Expansion_2 2026-10-21
665 Chapter 665 - 665 325 The Transformation of the British 2026-10-21
666 Chapter 666 - 666 325 The Transformation of the British_2 2026-10-21
667 Chapter 667 - 667 326 Early Human Chatrooms 2026-10-21
668 Chapter 668 - 668 327 The Mountain Rain is Coming 2026-10-21
669 Chapter 669 - 669 327 Impending Mountain Rain_2 2026-10-21
670 Chapter 670 - 670 327 The Mountain Rain is About to Fall_3 2026-10-21
671 Chapter 671 - 671 328 Where is the Enemy 2026-10-21
672 Chapter 672 - 672 328 Where is the Enemy_2 2026-10-21
673 Chapter 673 - 673 328 Where is the Enemy_3 2026-10-21
674 Chapter 674 - 674 329 New Turnaround 2026-10-21
675 Chapter 675 - 675 329 A New Turnaround_2 2026-10-21
676 Chapter 676 - 676 330 News from France 2026-10-21
677 Chapter 677 - 677 330 News from France_2 2026-10-21
678 Chapter 678 - 678 331 The Master Assassin 2026-10-21
679 Chapter 679 - 679 331 Master of Assassination_2 2026-10-21
680 Chapter 680 - 680 331 Assassination Master_3 2026-10-21
681 Chapter 681 - 681 332 The Big Hand in Financial City 2026-10-21
682 Chapter 682 - 682 332 Big Hand in Financial City_2 2026-10-21
683 Chapter 683 - 683 332 The Big Hand in Financial City_3 2026-10-21
684 Chapter 684 - 684 333 Britain’s Diplomatic Resolution 2026-10-21
685 Chapter 685 - 685 333 Britain’s Diplomatic Decision_2 2026-10-21
686 Chapter 686 - 686 333 Britain’s Diplomacy Decision_3 2026-10-21
687 Chapter 687 - 687 334 Respect for British-Russian Friendship 2026-10-21
688 Chapter 688 - 688 334 Respect Sino-Russian Friendship_2 2026-10-21
689 Chapter 689 - 689 334 Respect for Anglo-Russian Friendship_3 2026-10-21
690 Chapter 690 - 690 335 Restless Air 2026-10-21
691 Chapter 691 - 691 335 Restless Air_2 2026-10-21
692 Chapter 692 - 692 335 Restless Air_3 2026-10-21
693 Chapter 693 - 693 336 Red and Black 2026-10-21
694 Chapter 694 - 694 336 Red and Black_2 2026-10-21
695 Chapter 695 - 695 336 Red and Black_3 2026-10-21
696 Chapter 696 - 696 337 Press and Publication Review 2026-10-21
697 Chapter 697 - 697 337 Press and Publication Review_2 2026-10-21
698 Chapter 698 - 698 338 Jewish Dispute 2026-10-21
699 Chapter 699 - 699 338 Jewish Dispute_2 2026-10-21
700 Chapter 700 - 700 338 Jewish Dispute _3 2026-10-21

693: Chapter 336 Red and Black 693: Chapter 336 Red and Black “I come from humble beginnings, madam, but I am not lowly,”

he sighed, “The mortal world’s Hell is right here, once I step in, I can never escape it!”

——”The Red and the Black”

London Fleet Street, “British” editorial department.

Great Dumas settled himself into the comfortable armchair, contentedly sitting by the fireplace.

Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have complained about the misty, drizzly London winter.

But today, his attention was completely captured by the manuscript from Paris on his hands.

As a playwright with an excellent appreciation for literature, Great Dumas hardly ever regarded second-rate works with any interest.

As for Paris, the capital of literary and artistic talent, countless fresh novels and plays emerged every year, yet few caught his discerning eye.

However, this novel entitled “The Red and the Black” made Great Dumas feel more than a little ashamed.

From a standpoint of fairness, Great Dumas believed he had yet to create any work that could compare with “The Red and the Black”.

Even worse, his fondness for “The Red and the Black” surpassed that for the new work by Hugo from Paris, sent by the second literary society of France — “Notre-Dame de Paris”.

Worse still, both “The Red and the Black” and “Notre-Dame de Paris” made Great Dumas deeply embarrassed.

Such feelings directly breached the wall of pride he had built over the past year while writing “The Count of Monte Cristo”.

The Frenchman slapped the manuscript against his face, shouting enviously and jealously, “Alexander, look at the rubbish you are writing!

This is a novel, this is literature!

Being defeated by Victor is tolerable, but where did this Mr.

Stendhal spring from?

If he can write a work of this caliber, how come he was completely unknown before?”

While he couldn’t help but loudly complain, the Red Devil squatting numbly behind him spontaneously said, “Damn!

This novel is truly splendid!”

To show his love for the work, Agares, who had a strong memory, even began to recite sections from the novel: “His cheeks were flush, he looked down at the ground.

The young man was eighteen or nineteen, quite delicate in appearance.

Although not handsome, his features were pretty, with a sharp nose and large, black eyes, which, when quiet, seemed deep, studious, and full of fire, but now wore an expression of deep resentment.”

The Red Devil savored this description of Yulian, the protagonist of “The Red and the Black”, as if reminiscing about some old memory, grinning with his sharp teeth.

“Yulian, the son of a carpenter, was determined to make something of himself, but helplessly found no opportunity in the army and eventually chose the path of the Church.

By chance, he was noticed by the mayor, became a tutor in his household, and later, a secretary to the Marquis, thereby making his way up the ranks, but in the end…

hehe…”

The Red Devil did not continue.

His eyes, flickering with red light, glanced through the door panel and saw Mr.

Hasting from Scotland Yard, who had just finished his work, standing emotionlessly outside the door.

Although Agares did not analyze the interests of any particular human, he had been with Arthur for so long, he could tell from Arthur’s expression that his little client was unhappy, very unhappy.

For Arthur, this was the expression of deep resentment.

Not wishing to say more, the Red Devil slumped into the sofa, casually beginning to recite sections from “The Red and the Black”.

“Although this young man is of low birth, he has a very strong sense of self-esteem, and if his pride is wounded, he is capable of acting irrationally.

As for so-called high society, all he feels is hatred and disgust, for this society has only accepted him at the very end of the dining table.”

Click.

Arthur pushed open the door of the editorial office, and just after removing his hat, saw Great Dumas and Agares sprawled out lazily on the armchair.

Then he turned his head toward Tennyson’s seat, only to find that the rising star of Britain’s poetry world was not faring much better.

He held a manuscript, his hand trembling even as he held it, his lips pale, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks.

He lifted his sleeve to dry the tears, but each wipe only seemed to increase the wetness on his face.

Arthur had thought his own mood couldn’t get any worse today, but he hadn’t expected to find two others in the office in even greater distress — certainly beyond his expectations.

However, Tennyson’s situation was clearly worse than that of Great Dumas.

Arthur walked over to Tennyson, inquiring in as light and gentle a tone as he could muster, “Alfred, is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, Arthur…”

Seeing him approach, Tennyson quickly took a drink from his cup in an attempt to calm his emotions: “I…

I was just moved by this poem, and indeed, I haven’t had the best year…

My father passed away, and my writing has been a mess…

so, I just lost control of my feelings for a moment.”

Hearing this, Arthur said with a laugh, “Setbacks are only temporary, but if a poem can move a poet of your caliber, it must be of high quality indeed.”

The Red Devil on the sofa yawned and said, “Arthur, why bother, do you seriously have the mood to care about others right now?”

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