Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

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Winston Churchill.

The pronoun of the British Prime Minister, the antagonist of Hitler. A man of perseverance and foresight… Mr. Gallipoli.

I began to realize that Winston Churchill had fallen at the end of the 19th century.

In other words, what kind of people are the people I met when I came to England?

Mr. Miller’s family, Richard Bentley Jr., and the rest of Torquay’s ordinary people.

They are all good people. They are good people, but…

Apart from hating them, they are people who did not even know they existed in Korea, so it cannot be created unless you have a real feeling that it is the end of the 19th century.

But then I met Winston Churchill.

hehehe, it is also something to live a long life and see.

Even that person is a fan of mine, my God.

“Why Churchill?”

I grumbled and muttered.

No, there are really many other people, right? Why, there is also Lewis Carroll who praised me. But why Churchill?

i hate that person Even just looking at me calling me Coolie while ignoring me until the end doesn’t it give off a racist feeling? Why should I like an imperialist, a father who complained that he did not want to make Joseon independent?

“Heh heh heh. That’s what happened.”

“I was really sweating.”

Commemorative dinner at Bentley Press.

It can be said that it is a place to exchange greetings with employees of other publishing companies and ＜Temple Bar＞ writers whom I have never known except for Richard Bentley Jr.

And I was quietly eating in that corner.

Churchill’s meeting reminded me of this era and my position.

England at the end of the 19th century. And Koreans in between… Koreans in this era.

There are so many nice people around me, and there were very few people who would touch me under Mr. Miller’s halo, so I forgot about it for a while.

No, to be precise, I couldn’t say it directly even upstream. It’s because of their quality. That’s just the personality of that tight (reservation) is dirty.

‘What, Alpha? I’d like to.’

whatever. But what can you guys do?

After all, this is what happens because I’m not British.

Anyway, if I screw up, I can just go to America and write or sell paintings.

I’m just not doing it because it’s annoying to get out of the current situation settled in Ashfield.

However, the heart of that British conservative, an imperialist who would only be relieved when everything except Britain was sunk, praised me.

I couldn’t help but feel very strange about this.

Bentley said after sweating as he saw me cutting meat with such a tease.

“hahahaha. In fact, writer-nim, the fact that ＜Peter Perry＞ is gaining popularity right now means that to some extent.”

“yes? Then, are you saying that such nationalists are filling up soup after reading my posts?”

“No, no. It’s not that, it’s that the author’s true identity lies in mysticism.”

Eh? I opened my eyes wide. Then Bentley got up from eating, and ordered a publisher employee to bring something.

They were newspapers that were also delivered to restaurants, and among them, small papers that could be called yellow press or tabloids. In a word, cringe.

Of course, it hasn’t been given that name yet… but the news on it deserves it.

[—Shock! The author of ＜Peter Perry＞ is a half-elf?!]

Woo woo woo woo woo!

I couldn’t help but spit out the regurgitating beer. Kuck, Cough Cough.

“······ What is this?”

There was even a crude photo of a handsome man with elf-like elf ears on the cover.

I shook my head, barely resisting the urge to throw it into the fireplace.

Bentley then said with a smirk.

“Not only that. There are some scraps I was scraping to show to the author, but among them, the author was actually an unknown descendant of Lord Byron (George Gordon Byron, 1788-1824), or the sickly youngest son of a high-ranking aristocratic family who risked parental opposition to write. Or, German singer-songwriter Lilli Lehmann… Kheuh. There were a lot of really fun things.”

“Quaaa.”

take it away Why are you showing me that?

Of course, if this kind of interest was helpful to me, it is certain that it is not negative.

Anyway, the quality of an artist is also fundamentally commercial, and it is self-evident that the more you observe, the more you sell.

It’s something that happened even in modern times. Should we call it noise marketing?

However, the important thing here is that noise should never be caused by an accident I had. Lord Ferguson once said “SNS is a waste of life”.

Actually, it’s a little late, but when I see the great news coming up even if the master who quietly tends the orchard just stays still… Oh, but I wish they would release a sequel, but they didn’t release it even if they died.

“That’s why the writer’s hiding his identity isn’t just about preventing losses, it’s also good for marketing.”

“If I go down this time, I won’t be able to come back up again.”

“ha ha ha. Please come back as often as possible. We will also help the writer physically and mentally to protect his safety.”

As if he could afford it, Bentley said so naturally.

Well, the one I am eating right now is also of that type. I nodded silently and cut the meat.

It’s definitely a town that has been ranching for a long time, so the meat tastes really good.

It is rather a mystery that the fish is really tasteless despite being an island country.

After finishing the meal while chatting like that, Bentley and I got up and moved to the meeting place.

While moving, the atmosphere in London was more exciting than usual at a glance.

Even today, the air was somehow clear and there was little smoke, even in places that were not particularly high-class streets.

Of course, it wasn’t there at all, but since it’s from cars, which are still exclusive to the upper class, the air seems to get a little bit murkier as we enter the streets of the upper class.

“This way?”

“yes. It should be just around this corner.”

“Hey, come now.”

“Mr. Miller.”

When we arrived at the meeting place, Mr. Miller was already enjoying afternoon tea at a nearby cafe.

It looks like he’s already eaten a few scones, and he’s pouting his lips as soon as he sees me.

“Oh my God, sending the boss to work and the employees to play, it’s the end of the world. I think I hear the seven trumpets of angels.”

“Why is that the end of the world? Isn’t it because Mr. Miller didn’t do his job right?”

I was dumbfounded and saw Mr. Miller blowing his horn. How old is this human?

The reason this happened is simple.

Unlike me, who went to dinner at Bentley Press, Mr. Miller had to return to Christie’s yesterday to finalize an art deal he hadn’t properly dealt with because he had been kicked out of the auction house.

That’s why I couldn’t eat properly and I’m filling my stomach here during tea time.

So you should have been teasing me a little bit.

“Anyway, is this right?”

“Yes.”

The reason why I wrote the words ‘I had to come’ is simple.

Because right now I’m at Christie’s Auction House, or to be more precise, on Piccadilly Circus, the boulevard in front of it.

Regionally, it is a street that is the boundary between Westminster and Mayfair.

Piccadilly Street is a huge commercial district similar to Myeongdong Street in Seoul, surrounded by Buckingham Palace, the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, and St. James Square.

A place where department stores, hotels, and clubs put up billboards with bright lights even during the day, and enjoy high-quality coffee and desserts that are outrageously expensive than other places.

Such a place was more colorful today, with many British flags based on blue and red. Next to it stood a majestic monument to the royal family.

People passing by are also holding the national flag or the royal crest in their arms one by one in the form of a scarf, handkerchief, or hat, reminiscent of the 2002 World Cup.

I was just a kid back then, so I don’t remember it well, but I do remember that the whole country was in a very excited mood.

But with so many people, I’m a bit anxious.

“This must be the way, right?”

“It must be. Top secret information I heard from Lord Cadogan yesterday. That man, the nephew of the nephew of the 8th cousin of the London Metropolitan Police Chief’s in-laws.”

It’s called Nam.

It was at that time when I was worried about this threadless middle-aged.

The booming sound of trumpets hits the ears.

“Get off the road!!”

“This is the procession of His Royal Highness The Duke of York!!”

“Her Serene Highness Princess Victoria Mary of Teck, please!”

come.

We got out of the way with a pounding heart.

Then, the famous red coat aligned his left foot to the marching music of the military band, and a splendid sight of balloons and flower petals flying up unfolded.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince, long live, your highness!”

“Long live the British Empire! Hooray!!”

And the main event that came to London.

The wedding march of Prince George has begun to unfold.

The first to appear was the Guard of Honor.

Perhaps one of the most popular London tours in modern times was the Changing of the Guard in front of Buckingham Palace. What I’m seeing right now is a bit narrower, but you can think of it as making it more colorful and cool.

Watching him walk with his left foot while playing music in moderation, should I say that he is very dignified even though he is simply walking? Should I call it a feeling of pressure… I feel it. Especially since he wielded a flag engraved with the Union Jack and the coat of arms.

Originally, these were all ‘England is safe! Citizens, please be at ease and send your support to the royal family!’

To the extent that I fell into it without even realizing it.

Moreover, since they are now being paraded on high-class streets, the people watching must be no less noble or elite than there, but I can feel that they are quite excited.

“Wow!!”

“Long live the British Empire!!”

“Hmm, I rented a seat upstairs. go up.”

“As expected, Mr. Miller.”

It’s because he’s a nobleman who’s sure to be on and off. I went inside the cafe as Mr. Miller led me.

Inside, there was a staircase to go upstairs like a modern coffee shop, and when you go up to the second floor, there is a seat on the terrace where you can see the street.

Isn’t this kind of expensive? At that question, Mr. Miller said with a nice smile.

“This is where the money is meant to be spent.”

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stylish. Mr. Miller is so cool! I really admire you when you spend your money so coolly.

And as if it wasn’t worth the high price for nothing, the wedding ceremony overlooking from the 2-story building was more pleasant and cool than I thought.

If there is anything regrettable, it is that the main character, the crown prince or the crown princess, cannot be shown, and only a fake carriage with a lid passes by several times like the emperor’s procession…

well, this can’t be helped It’s such a narrow alley, and if you’re the crown prince, you’re second in the line of succession to the throne, right? It’s not a joke, it’s a real precious body.

What is safety first?

That’s what caught my eyes, which had cooled down a bit.

“… what else is that?”

what is that

why is that here?