“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)

London, Westminster, St. James's Palace.


Constructed by Henry VIII in 1532, St. James's Palace had been the principal residence of the British monarch in London since 1678. Although it could not match the grandeur of France's Palace of Versailles, Austria's Schönbrunn Palace, or Prussia's Sanssouci Palace, so much so that novelist Daniel Defoe mockingly called it a short and ordinary little house.


Unfortunately, a major fire in 1809 had destroyed its already modest interior, sparing not even the King's private apartments. However, the accumulation of history and the majesty of the royal family had still preserved a rich trace of history and exquisite artistic decorations inside St. James's Palace.


Chapter 791 - Chapter 372 In the Name of the King