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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 157: The Pendulum of Fate

On the second floor of Almack's Club, several independent small rooms were arrayed, directly opposite the spiral staircase. Through the rose-colored curtains and window glass, one could take in the situation on the first floor at a glance.

In one of the rooms, Viscount Palmerston and Viscount Melbourne each held a stemmed glass, containing a quarter of a light red wine liquid.

Looking at the label on the wine bottle beside his hand, they appeared to be drinking a bottle of Romanee-Conti, produced in the Burgundy region of France in the year 1820.

Viscount Melbourne gently swirled his glass, absentmindedly taking a sip.

Seeing his preoccupied look, Viscount Palmerston just smiled, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, and ushered him to sit on the sofa, "William, there's no need to be so troubled. Although the judicial position is difficult to resolve, there will always be a solution."

Looking up, Melbourne asked, "Do you have news of the candidates for the new High Chancellor?"