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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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270 Chs

Chapter 141 Utopia (4K4)

"Alan Pinkerton?"

Arthur stared at the somewhat stubborn kid in front of him, as if he had thought of something, and half-jokingly said, "Nice name, but I thought someone with the surname Pinkerton would prefer catching criminals rather than becoming one."

To his surprise, upon hearing this, Pinkerton's eyes widened slightly, perhaps because the cold night wind had chilled him for too long, his lips were a bit pale: "Do you know my father?"

"Your father?" Arthur pondered the phrase and asked, "Is your father a policeman, or perhaps a Thief Catcher?"

Pinkerton nodded: "He is a policeman in Glasgow."

Upon hearing this, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, "That makes things easier. I was wondering what to do with you afterwards, since you are an unsupported outsider. According to the regulations, even if I don't send you to the Magistrates' Court, I would have to transfer you to the Poorhouse.