Shadow of GB

“Next, please welcome the highest noble, the winner of the Order of the Garter, the Order of St. Michael and St. George, the Order of the Bath, the Victoria Cross, and the lower-ranking knights, 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 friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Dumas, a staunch supporter of scientific stars such as Faraday and Darwin, who has served as an assistant minister, deputy minister, and permanent secretary of the Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of the Navy, and other departments of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the first cabinet secretary and civil servant of the kingdom, and the most outstanding alumnus of our school, respected Sir Arthur Hastings, who is about to give a speech at the 50th anniversary celebration of the University of London.”

Arthur’s gaze swept across the audience, looking at the young faces, and he muttered to himself, “Agareus, do you think I should say something?”

The red devil’s shadow floated behind him, and his saliva almost dripped 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 thunderous roar, “Oxford is all raised by prostit**es!”

“Oh!!!!!!”

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.

The applause grew even more intense.