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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 90 Arthur's Cheap Labor

"This is an era where change and conservation coexist; both the Whig Party and the Tory Party represent their own interests. It is only I who truly represents the entire great populace of Great Britain. Remember my name, Benjamin Disraeli, candidate for the Member of Parliament for Westminster's 8th district. Casting your vote for me is like casting a vote for yourself!"

Disraeli had reached this point in his speech when he looked up at the golden sunset and couldn't help but twist his sore back from standing all afternoon.

The small number of attendees below the stage approached him and said, "Mr. Disraeli, could we settle today's wages? You promised us six pennies an hour, and we've been here for three hours, five of us in total—that's seven shillings and six pennies."

Disraeli pulled a face unwillingly, "What's the hurry? I am not going to cheat you out of your pay..."

While muttering, he pulled out his wallet from his pocket, fumbled for a few coins, and handed them over.