Chasing Time

“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)

The Shadow of Great Britain

In the Greenwich Police Station, a place Londoners normally avoided like the plague, became a hot spot journalists flocked to.


The reason for their frenzy was straightforward.


They had heard that the Frenchman rescued from international waters by the Royal Navy was now being protected there.


Nearly a hundred reporters from various newspapers big and small jammed the place to the extent that Arthur had to cancel the patrol duties of some officers and temporarily call them back to maintain order at the scene.


And in his office, Arthur also had to provide some last-minute training to the Frenchman before letting him go out for an interview.


Looking at the Great Dumas dressed in loose casual clothes and a tattered hat, he couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Mr. Dumas, what is that on your head? Can that even be called a hat?"


Upon hearing this, the Great Dumas immediately retorted, "Oh! Mr. Hastings, what is that under your hat? Can that even be called a brain?"


Chapter 81: The Proud Gaul Rooster