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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 29 Arthur's Redemption and Hell

Arthur sat in the rattling carriage with an expressionless face.

He was drenched from head to toe; the weather was foul today, and he had run several streets to find a public horse-drawn carriage that was operating early in the morning.

The coachman grasped the reins in each hand. Through the carriage window, upon seeing Arthur soaked to the skin, he asked with some embarrassment, "Officer, do you need a towel?

I have one for wiping sweat, and if you do not mind, you can use it. It's hanging on the handrail inside the carriage, the white one there."

Arthur's body was shivering a bit, and he forced a smile, "Thank you for your kindness. Then I won't be polite."

While drying his uniform with the towel, he heard the coachman chuckle from the other end of the carriage.

The coachman, who was sheltered by the awning extending from the top of the carriage, drove cheerfully while laughing.