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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)

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Chapter 201 Riddle (4K)

Disraeli led Arthur up to the second floor. Although the shelves were not as densely packed as those on the first floor, the decor here was significantly more luxurious.

The bright glass chandeliers, about four or five of them, lit up the area. The wooden exterior frames were slightly worn but the paintings hanging on the walls cleverly concealed their antiquity and greedily absorbed the scarce sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The Persian carpets, filled with intricate golden-red patterns that covered the floor, further accentuated the classical and upscale atmosphere.

Perhaps due to the high value of the merchandise here, the owner had specifically arranged for two shop assistants to guard the entrance to the second floor.

As soon as Arthur stepped onto the second floor, his eyes were drawn to the array of goods spread out before him.