“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)

Hand my memoirs to the Great Dumas, and ask him to take them to London, to be forwarded to Sir Arthur Hastings. God bless Italy, these manuscripts must never fall into the hands of the traitor Louis Bonaparte.


On the eve of the French Second Empire starting the siege of Rome, April 30, 1849.


As dusk falls in Paris, streetlights gradually come on, illuminating the streets of this bustling city.


Inside the carriage, Arthur Hastings and Clara sat on the plush velvet seats, the picturesque scenery outside the window passing by.


Clara was dressed today in a light blue silk gown, adorned with an exquisite feathered hat, and carrying an ivory-colored lace fan.


Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and expectancy, even though every girl dreams of a day when she can wear such a glamorous gown, accompanied by a perfect gentleman seemingly walked out of a classic oil painting.


Chapter 1037 - Chapter 73: Royalists, God is also a Royalist!