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The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

Chasing Time · Fantasy
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192nd Chapter: France's Fouche? No, it's Britain's Hastings (4K)_2

Arthur tapped on the table emphasising, "This is different, Eld, I am conducting a routine review."

Great Dumas also nodded, "I am responsible for the routine double-check."

"Damn you two," Eld glared, "You don't even think of me for such things, I won't lend you anything good next time!"

Seeing the conversation veering off track, Arthur hastily urged, "Enough with that, how exactly did you manage to sell so many magazines?"

Eld, somewhat dissatisfied, adjusted his collar, "Sales, like the art of debate in Parliament, offer me, a high-caliber classical literature major, an unparalleled advantage in rhetoric."

Moreover, having minor connections in the industry and knowing numerous veterans in the newspaper sales business helps me understand secretive sales locations known only to various hobbyists.

Additionally, articles that I have reviewed and commented on have always been particularly favored by aficionados, so naturally, when I do make a sale, it tends to be a big one.