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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 · Fantasia
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350 Chs

156 Chapter Stirring up Trouble

The midpoint of the line connecting St. James's Palace and Piccadilly Square is the elegant, comfortable, and environmentally pleasant St. James's Square, which manages to maintain a commercial atmosphere. Located on King Street in the southwest part of the square is the Almack's Club, a place that countless London socialites yearn for.

Not far from Almack's Club stands the National Library of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, rich in its collection resources, as well as the associations for Royal Navy and Army officers to network and address issues, and the exclusive Royal Navy entertainment military club.

Eld looked up at the black iron door plaque affixed to the white wall, noting the postal code—SW1Y 6SL.

These few ordinary letters were enough to indicate its prime location.

Although today's weather was not good, with clouds covering the sun and a chilly drizzle falling on the street, and the cold wind flipping up the corners of Eld's overcoat.

"Achoo!"