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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 56: What Did You Touch?

The girl holding an umbrella clung to Arthur's arm, guiding him through the narrow, crowded streets.

Although it wasn't Arthur's first time in such places, the choking smell still made him involuntarily furrow his brow.

Although St Giles Church district was just as dirty, it was once a wealthy area, and one could still see its past splendor in some of the buildings and urban planning.

Tower Hamlets, on the other hand, had been poorly established from the start. The roads here were built with a mixture of dirt and trash. The alleys radiated a damp chill, and even the mortar was soaked with moisture, making it damp and sticky.

Although basic drainage ditches had been constructed next to the houses, they often became clogged due to long periods of neglect, with various black, rotten garbage stuck in the corners, emitting waves of stench so potent that one whiff could make one dizzy.