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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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351 Chs

Chapter 89 Ripples from the Butterfly Named Arthur

Lionel stood in the trading hall, sipping his coffee as he watched Arthur and his party leave.

Once he was sure that Arthur had gone far away, he waved to an old servant with white hair standing behind him and asked, "Why would the Duke of Wellington suddenly requisition rooms in the Regency Crescent? It doesn't seem like him, as he always wanted to keep a certain distance from us, didn't he?"

The old servant quietly read, "Your father mentioned that it's an emergency. A very prestigious guest has come from across the Channel, and the Duke of Wellington couldn't find a suitable house on such short notice, so he had his officers come to us for a little help."

"Across the Channel?" Lionel took a sip of his coffee, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is the guest from France?"

The old servant nodded slightly, "Not just that, but this guest has also just abdicated, so he's full of anger. It really wouldn't be right not to arrange a first-rate room for him."