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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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453 Chs

Chapter 151 The Transformation at the University of London (4K)

On a tranquil Sunday morning, when most people would attend church to worship God, two uninvited guests arrived on Gower Street in London.

In other parts of Britain at this time, everyone should have been in church.

But for the heretical fellows on Gower Street, it was just another ordinary day.

The reason is simple: Gower Street was the territory of the University of London, and as everyone knows, the University of London is the only university in Britain without a prayer room.

Pious believers, priests, nobility, and other decent folk all shunned this place, but Arthur and Eld found it quite comfortable.

Eld, puffing on his pipe and donning a dark grey wool coat, pushed up the brim of his hat with his finger, revealing half an eye in the chilly autumn wind.

"Shall we show them what we've got?"

Arthur, removing his black leather gloves, nodded, "Yes, let's give them a show."