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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 72: France's First Offensive

Amidst a screen of dust and smoke, Arthur was supporting the pricey Frenchman up the stairs towards the deck, step by step.

In Arthur's coat pocket, there was still a clean, white receipt, which was the deposit Fred received for the kidnapping—a five-hundred-pound bearer check from the Rothschild bank.

While assisting the Frenchman upward, Arthur asked, "You really don't come cheap, do you? The deposit for kidnapping you was five hundred pounds. If I were to take you back to Paris, the reward could even tempt me. Just who are you, this French fatso, to be worth so much?"

Upon hearing this, the Frenchman couldn't help but give Arthur a glare, "Although I am quite polite, if you continue to address me with that disparaging epithet, I refuse to answer any questions!"

"Oh, my apologies, sir. I really shouldn't have used that derogatory prefix; it indeed lacks basic politeness and respect."