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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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278 Chs

Chapter 159: Not a Strong Background, But Don't Mess With It

In the alley outside Almack's Club, Arthur leaned against the white wall, quietly smoking.

As he pondered the idle conversation he had just had with Viscount Melbourne, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket watch to take a look.

It was four forty-five in the afternoon, and he had already completed his task here; logically, Eld should have come out by now.

But Arthur waited to the left and right, and when he didn't show up, Arthur finally grew impatient. He put a bit of force into his back, pushing himself off the wall, and patted the dust off his sleeves, ready to leave.

Just as he was about to reach the mouth of the alley, however, he saw Eld, his face flush with color, walking toward him.

Eld waved and said, "Arthur, how did it go?"