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

Victor looked at Vakul's face, and after a long time finally managed to suppress the fury in his belly. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Forget it, let's just finish this job first. We'll consider what comes next later."


Agares, who had been lying on the windowsill watching the play, heard this and only covered his mouth to snicker, "Oh, our Miss Fiona really is a capable woman. If Arthur, that little rascal, knew that not only had Fiona secretly acted on her own but also withheld information, then it probably wouldn't be Eld tied up in bed today."


Eld, listening to the Frenchmen's conversation, didn't know if it was because his feet were off the ground, but after the passion receded, his intelligence seemed to take the higher ground again.


"Wait, you're going to make a move on Alexander? Are you the new French killers sent here?"


Chapter 188 European Confrontation (5K8)_2