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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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Chapter 93 The King of Tower Hamlets

London, Westminster.

The sun rose slowly over Trafalgar Square.

At number 4 Whitehall, in the interrogation room of the Greater London Police Department headquarters.

Mr. Disraeli looked up at the light streaming through the iron bars and leaned back in his chair, exhausted, as he spoke.

"Officer, you've been questioning me all night, when will this end? How many times must I say it? I was making an election speech at Speaker's Corner in Hyde Park yesterday afternoon, but I left in the evening, and I really didn't see anyone hanged in the Maple Forest behind!"

Sitting across from Disraeli was the equally weary Charles Field. He dozed with his hand propping up his face and his eyes half-open.

In a daze, he began to speak, "Mr. Disraeli, we believe in your personal honor. You had no social connection to the deceased, so we believe you are certainly innocent. But it was necessary to bring you in for questioning.