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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

Chapter 117 Farewell to Cambridge Again

In the central street of Greenwich District, a public carriage rattled along.

In the carriage, Arthur, looking at Eld opposite him whistling and reading the newspaper, couldn't help but sigh, "Didn't I tell you to buy a new suit? Could it be that you think the clothing stores in Greenwich are better than those in West London?"

Eld nonchalantly turned the next page of the newspaper, still engrossed in the sensational plot it portrayed as he responded, "Buying a new suit fit for attending high society gatherings is just too expensive. Besides, I'm not some socialite, and I might not even go to a social gathering once a month. Buying clothes that I hardly wear would be too much of a loss."