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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 186: The French Women's Dress Corps (4K)_2

"That means, as long as we can take Mr. Dumas away in public, there won't be any problem,"

Upon hearing this, a subordinate couldn't restrain himself from asking, "But... if we kidnap Mr. Dumas, wouldn't Mr. Hastings report it to the police?"

"Report it to the police?"

Victor spat and gently patted the subordinate's forehead, "Vakul, use your brain. Mr. Hastings himself is a Police Inspector at Scotland Yard. Would an inspector report that his friend has gone missing, especially since this friend is the Frenchman he saved from international waters last time? Do you think he'd do something so foolish?

Reporting it would be the same as admitting his incompetence. So, as long as we can get Mr. Dumas away, Mr. Hastings will likely turn a blind eye, and that will be the end of it. Mr. Hastings isn't the type like Duplacey, who climbed ranks through office politics and having an affair with the director's wife. He moved up so quickly because he understands these simple things."