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

Viscount Palmeston, upon hearing this, also nodded and said, "Mrs. Norton, to tell you the truth, you really should have married William. Let Ponsonby be with your husband, two rotten people tormenting each other, they would each get their just deserts."


Viscount Melbourne, upon hearing this, half-opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but due to the presence of many people in the hall, he ultimately swallowed his words: "Henry, let bygones be bygones. I don't want to talk about those things anymore, and you shouldn't reopen my old wounds either."


Viscount Palmeston, realizing his own faux pas, nodded apologetically: "William, I didn't mean to insult her, I merely, as a friend, felt that you have suffered too much over these years."


As soon as he finished speaking, Palmeston swiftly changed the subject, leaning down to bring his face close to Mrs. Copper's: "Emily, you haven't told me yet, who is that gentleman?"


Chapter 158: Cabinet Connection (4K)_2