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

The young man named 'William' furrowed his brow upon hearing the poetry recited by Arthur and asked, "Why have I never heard of this poem? Which Cambridge scholar wrote it?"


Arthur feigned surprise and retorted, "How can you not know such a famous verse? It was created by a Cambridge poet with the surname Xu."


Eld also chimed in from the side, "That's right. As a literature enthusiast, surely you haven't missed this poem? Just now, you claimed to have won the Cambridge poetry gold medal. Does the medal truly denote only this level of knowledge?"


William was made somewhat insecure by their loud insistence, "Is... is that so?"


Another young man named 'Alfred' hurried over to smooth things over, apologizing to Arthur and Eld, "Gentlemen, although I truly haven't heard of this poem, judging by its content, the author must possess a remarkably high Romantic lyrical poetry creation level."


Chapter 118: The Significance of the New Invention