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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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Chapter 187: The Devil's Contract Spirit (4k6)_2

Great Dumas hummed along as he listened, while Tom sitting beside him wore an expression of utter unease on his face.

Tom started, "Mr. Dumas, only you and I need to know about you coming out from under the bed. You mustn't tell Arthur, okay!"

Great Dumas gave him a disdainful glance, "I'm not an idiot. Why should I tell him that? Besides, why are you afraid of him? Isn't he just another policeman like you?"

Upon hearing this, Tom quickly corrected him with a serious face, "Although I have a lot of respect for you, Mr. Dumas, I would advise you not to insult the name Arthur Hastings in front of an officer from Scotland Yard. As far as I know, most of the frontline patrol officers hold great respect for him."

"Respect him?" Dumas raised his eyebrows, "Respect him for what?"

Tom glared, "Of course, for securing a three-shilling raise for everyone every week."