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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 32: Target of All Arrows

At number 4 Whitehall, in the meeting hall of Scotland Yard, a group of people sat on both sides of a long conference table, the chairs packed tightly, with not a single empty spot to be found.

From east to west, one could first see four Assistant Commissioners in charge of important departments at Scotland Yard and their assistants.

Moving further down, there were over a dozen Police Superintendents responsible for the specific command and management of security in London's major areas.

Although they appeared calm, from their slightly trembling hands and their awkward sitting posture, one could guess their anxious state of mind.

At the very head of the conference table sat Colonel Charles Rowan, the Commissioner of the Greater London Police Department, along with his Deputy Commissioner, Sir Richard Mayne.

They had just returned under pouring rain from the Home Office, and their grim expressions revealed that Sir Peel had certainly not spoken kindly to them.