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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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477 Chs

Chapter 33 Arthur Hastings Principles

In the paddock of Sir Peel's country estate, surrounded by greenery, a figure swift as lightning could be glimpsed moving through the clusters of blooming flowers.

Sir Peel, skilled in horsemanship, deftly wielded his riding crop as he coaxed his valuable British thoroughbred over one obstacle after another, while the riding instructor who was responsible for his training stood respectfully at the finish line with a stopwatch in hand.

In just a few breaths, Sir Peel completed the final sprint; he breathed out and turned to the riding instructor to ask,

"Did I improve this time?"

The riding instructor smiled and nodded: "As a riding instructor, although I am reluctant to admit it, I must honestly say that you indeed have a talent for this. Your time was 2 minutes and 52 seconds, which is very close to the level of an experienced rider.

If this were the Middle Ages, you would be able to ride alongside a few knights and assist our great King Henry V in battle against the French."