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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 · 幻想
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Chapter 195 To Hastings (4K4)

Time flowed like a stream, leaping over the world's changing winds and clouds, and as London transitioned through the tumultuous year of 1830, history's wheels, caked in mud and dust, rolled into 1831.

A new year, a fresh outlook.

In the early morning hours, Arthur walked the streets of London, looking eastward into the distance.

The factory chimneys in London had multiplied, and public carriages were starting to be accepted by the citizens as a fashionable new mode of transportation; not far away, the London Bridge train station, recently approved for construction by Parliament, was being built with great vigor.

Arthur stood at the roadside, holding an umbrella, as the slate gray rain speckled his white gloves and the cold north wind blew against his face, quickly turning his breath into mist.