“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)

In the world, there always appear a certain kind of people from time to time whom I call the chosen ones by destiny, holding the fate of nations in their hands. I believe I am one of those people. If I'm mistaken, it's merely a sacrifice in vain. But if I'm right, destiny will grant me the opportunity to fulfill my mission.


Arthur watched as Soult's carriage drove all the way towards London No. 1.


If he hadn't had official duties today, he would have been quite willing to ride along with this old French general.


Even though he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about drinking with the Duke of Wellington and Marshal Soult, hitching a ride home would have been ideal.


After all, Arthur's residence and the Duke of Wellington's place at London No. 1 were just a Hyde Park apart, so Soult could easily drop him off at the entrance of Hyde Park, and let the respected Junior Knight walk the rest of the way home.


Chapter 2324 - Chapter 272: Swearing by the Thames River with the Cabinet, Still a Wealthy Gentleman