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

Arthur glanced at Eld and then, pulling him and the Great Dumas out of the police station, they made their way into the café across the street.


Indeed, as soon as they entered the café, he spotted Darwin waiting in a corner seat.


Today, Darwin seemed to be in an equally good mood, sporting a new hat that looked quite valuable, as he fiddled with a set of brand-new specimen preparation tools at his table.


Arthur, with Eld and the others in tow, took their seats, and as soon as he had settled, he couldn't resist pulling out the cheque from his pocket to glance at it.


The bright, dazzling mark on it immediately caught his eyes.


It was a deposit note for 1000 British Pounds from the Bank of England.


Arthur took a deep breath, this was already equal to ten years' worth of a Police Superintendent's salary at Scotland Yard.


Chapter 83: The Million Pound Youth Edition