“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 Manchester, a girl with a bad reputation would end up like this, and I believe it must be the same in London!


Just because of a "maybe," just because of a "most likely," Mary's whole life was ruined. It's simply ridiculous!


I feel sad for Miss Flora Hastings. But I feel even sadder for this country, because if even she can't maintain her reputation, who would care what happened to Mary?


—— Joshua Field, Salford Cotton Mill, Manchester


I am a tenant farmer near Lauton Castle, and for generations, we have farmed for the Hastings family. I am illiterate, and this letter is written by Rev. MacLean of our parish from my dictation.


I want to tell the gentlemen in London something: Miss Flora often visited our tenant family since she was a child.


Chapter 2429 - Chapter 326: Fleet Street Battle_3