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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 210: Old Paris (5K2)_3

However, Jones was met with silence in response.

In his eager eyes, neither a vicious criminal nor a stash of smuggled goods appeared, only a young man with his hands tied behind his back, stripped down to nothing but his underwear, continuously arching his back like a carp trying to break free from its bonds.

Seeing this, Jones, while directing officers to search the other rooms, walked over to the young man and removed the gag from his mouth.

He asked, "Who are you?"

The young man's left eye was bruised, and wincing in pain, he opened his eyes to look at Jones. When he saw the uniform, he was first stunned and then tears of relief and joy mingled down his cheeks, "Thank heaven! You must have been sent by my uncle to rescue me, right?"

"Your uncle?" Jones was equally surprised but quickly became solemn, "So you are Detective Chief Inspector Hastings' nephew? No wonder he was so anxious and had to quickly leave to avoid suspicion."