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

Eld sighed with relief, "Arthur, you're always so considerate of your friends."


Arthur shook his head, "No, Eld, you think too highly of me. It's not for you that I do this but for myself. I just don't want to still see you in Hell after I die."


Eld looked a bit displeased, "Arthur, you son of a bitch! What have I done to offend you? Do you dislike me that much? Drinking, watching plays—when have I not brought you along?"


Arthur appeared somewhat helpless, "No, no, Eld, there is no problem with our friendship. I just don't want the devils in Hell to mock me, saying, 'Look everyone, that guy standing over there—his friend went to Hell because of a fish.'


Eld, if you're set on going to Hell after you die, I'll have to make an effort to get to Heaven."


Eld rolled his eyes at this and gave Arthur's shoulder a direct punch, "You're something else! I must clarify once again, I did not have any relations with a fish. I was just trying to explain the special customs of sailors to you."


Chapter 117 Farewell to Cambridge Again_2