“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)

Arthur removed his hat and handed it to the attendant waiting at the entrance.


"Sir Arthur." Conroy's voice came from the stair corner, carrying a perfectly timed surprise: "What brings you to Kensington?"


Arthur turned around, watching Conroy descend the steps, followed slowly by the Duchess of Kent.


"Sir John." Arthur nodded slightly: "Your Highness."


The Duchess moved her lips as if wanting to say something, but Conroy spoke first.


"Please sit." Conroy gestured to the sofa in the center of the drawing room but remained standing, speaking from above: "Would you like something to drink? At this hour, I think brandy is more suitable."


"No need." Arthur did not sit down but remained standing, his cane's silver head gently tapping the floor: "I have no interest in drinking right now."


Chapter 2392 - Chapter 314: The Most Gentlemanly Knight