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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
分數不夠
350 Chs

Chapter 169 LPS's New Army (5K)

At twilight, in the Bayswater district, at 36 Lancaster Gate.

It was supposed to be dinner time, yet today, the atmosphere inside the living room was different from usual.

Great Dumas, Darwin, the neighboring Disraeli, and even Mr. Eld Carter were all fervently writing at their desks, making a final sprint to fill the main content of the first issue of the new magazine.

However, in an environment so quiet that only the rustling of writing could be heard, a noise as jarring as a drill doing renovations shattered the tranquility.

Eld's frown deepened with each passing moment, and, unable to tolerate it any longer, he suddenly slammed the table and roared upstairs, "Arthur! If you plan to open a cotton-spinning mill, you might as well go to Lancashire, there's no need to torture us in London like this."

As soon as Eld's words fell, footsteps could be heard on the stairs, and Arthur came slowly down with the violin Wheatstone had given him.