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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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350 Chs

Chapter 203: The Troublesome Imp and a Special Feature Article (7K)

Westminster, London, 4 Whitehall.

Arthur and Disraeli had just alighted from their carriage, and hadn't walked far before he spotted two familiar figures at the corner of the street that led to Trafalgar Square.

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and seeing this, Disraeli only asked, "Arthur, what's the matter?"

"Hush!"

Arthur motioned for Disraeli to be silent, then tiptoed forward, and in a manner reminiscent of rabbit-catching, scooped up two boys around the ages of eight or nine by their collars.

"Allen, Adam, you'd best explain yourselves clearly," he said. "Why are you not in grammar school at this hour, and instead rolling hoops near Whitehall?"

Adam turned his head, and then shuddered in fright, "Ar...Arthur, isn't today Friday? Allen said that on Fridays, you usually leave work early to play piano part-time at the theatre."