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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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408 Chs

Chapter 61: I Want the Tory Party's Life

On the outskirts of West London, a terraced house with a garden.

The servant stationed outside the ornate iron gate saw a carriage slowly approaching.

The carriage wheels suddenly stopped, and a gentleman alighted, wearing a top hat, clad in a black suit, and carrying an exquisite gift.

With a broad back and a straight posture, he walked precisely as if he were in a military parade, a stance that clearly showed he had served in the army.

Upon recognizing the gentleman's face, the servant quickly walked up with a smile, first taking the gift from the man's hand, then bowing slightly.

"Superintendent Clemens, Viscount Hastings has been awaiting you for some time," he said.

Clemens adjusted his upright collar and nodded, "Kindly lead me to him."

Guided by the servant, the two walked through the garden path into the villa's sitting room.