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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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270 Chs

Chapter 31 Special Authorization

In the office of the Home Office, Arthur sat on the chair, his police uniform drenched with rain, water droplets falling from his hair with a drip-drip sound.

His lips looked somewhat blue, his fists clenched on his knees, trembling slightly.

From Arthur's solemn expression, Sir Peel had already discerned something amiss.

Sir Peel exchanged a glance with the Duke of Wellington, who was leaning on the sofa, savoring his sherry, and then asked with a gentle smile, "Police officer Arthur, what seems to be the matter?"

Arthur took a deep breath and said bluntly, "I hope that you can authorize me and my subordinates of the Greenwich Police District full authority to investigate everything about the missing persons case in St Giles Church Parish."

"The missing case in St Giles Parish?"

Sir Peel gave it some thought for a good while before he remembered that Scotland Yard seemed to have reported such a matter to him.