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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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475 Chs

Chapter 115: The King's Speech (Combined Part 2)_3

The sound of glass shattering, accompanied by cries of fear and anger, broke the already fragile and delicately balanced environment.

A policeman was pushed to the ground, and instantly four or five workers surrounded him and began to punch and kick him, while the enraged policemen, after enduring it for a while, finally couldn't hold back and started to pull out their Civilization Canes to strike back.

Before long, people in both the crowd of demonstrators and the group of policemen had bloodied heads, their blood staining the workers' overalls and the policemen's blue tailcoats, as well as the gray water marks on the ground, which were indistinguishable as either clean or dirty.

A few inspectors spat on the ground and pulled out their Civilization Canes, intending to use them as Commander's Batons.

They glanced at the Scotland Yard officers who were already equipped with shields and had formed a square formation, and several inspectors cursed with a smirk.