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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 · 奇幻
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444 Chs

Chapter 147: Platonic Love?

Arthur, deliberately or not, described to Mrs. Copper the departmental differences within the Home Office, interspersing his explanations with a few embellished yet legendary detective stories.

The tales were marked by dramatic developments and bizarre snippets of chemical knowledge, with just enough plausible but not excessive embellishment. The various gruesome detective stories became keys to unlocking new worlds of perception for Mrs. Copper.

As she listened to Arthur's stories, with each twist and turn the plot took, the London lady couldn't help but tighten her grip on the handkerchief she held.

"Good God! So it was the innkeeper who was behind it all? He assisted the killer as an accomplice and did away with those two prostitutes?"

"Laughing gas really is a dreadful thing, and what's worse is that these days, young people often treat it as a trendy amusement. Who would have thought that it could also be used as a means to kill?"