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 shuddered upon hearing this and raised his thumb, speaking in a strange tone, "This man sounds like an old Parisian."


As soon as Eld finished speaking, another polite and orderly knock echoed from outside the door.


The door swung open, and Arthur looked at the gentle smiling face standing outside and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Mr. Rothschild?"


Lionel Rothschild removed his black hat and greeted with a smile, "I'm terribly sorry for dropping by unannounced."


Seeing his face slightly reddened by the wind, Arthur smiled and made way, asking, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while? It's November, and the weather outside is quite chilly."


With such an invitation from Arthur, Lionel had no reason to refuse.


As the heir to the Rothschild Family's London branch, his visit, though busy, was certainly for a reason.


Chapter 178: Rothschild's Visit (4K8)_2