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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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485 Chs

Chapter 66: The Blue Boat Flag Rises High!

On the bow of the Beagle, sailors scurried up and down the mast like monkeys, as three sails unfurled fiercely, and the blue ensign of the Royal Navy reserves soared high.

Under Colonel Fitzroy's orders, the Beagle blared its whistle madly as it charged full speed towards the mouth of the Thames.

This action naturally drew a stream of curses from the merchant ships on the Thames River.

"Fuck your mother! Are you blind?"

"Son of a bitch, are you rushing to Hell?"

Some merchant sailors were even furious enough to hurl dead rats and fermented herring at the Beagle from a great distance.

"Fuck off, I'll stink you bunch of fucking idiots to death!"

In response to the merchant sailors' cursing, the sailors didn't retaliate verbally; they simply deftly lifted the wooden covers on the ten gun ports on both sides of the Beagle.