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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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353 Chs

Chapter 200 The Failed Legislator, Successful Fashionista (4K)_2

"Alexander drowned?" Disraeli startled, "His manuscript for next month hasn't been submitted yet!"

Arthur said calmly, "No, don't panic, Benjamin. If Alexander drowned, it would indeed be a tragedy. But if he didn't drown, that would be a disaster. And I believe, with Alexander's size, even if he fell into the Thames River, he would mostly likely float. So instead of worrying about him, you might as well tell me more about the perfume shops on Regent Street."

Having heard this, Disraeli finally realized that Arthur was joking and said with a laugh, "You'd better hope Alexander doesn't hear you say that. I've heard he recently bought a fine gun and even came over the other day to show it off. With you mocking him like this, if you aggravate him, he might just come and challenge you to a duel."

"That would be rather good, wouldn't it?" Arthur glanced at the empty tobacco pouch he pulled from his pocket, "If he comes to duel me, then the fine gun would be mine."