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

Vakul, swollen and bruised from being beaten on the ground, suddenly spoke, "Mr. Dumas, don't be angry. Didn't you hear the musical at the theater today? Jesus was sold for just thirty silver coins, yet a single British Pound contains about seven to eight grams of gold; this price is already not low."


Coconut Tree also spoke while covering his swollen eye, "That's right, a Republican in Paris couldn't even sell for thirty silver coins, the prices set by the Security Department are quite low indeed."


Upon hearing this, Victor quickly spoke up, "Mr. Hasting, we won't quote such a low price, and I don't want to hide it from you. Mr. Dumas' worth is as high as sixty thousand Francs. Once I return to Paris and obtain the funds, I can immediately mail you a bank draft, and you can choose the bank. What do you think?"


Chapter 190: London-Paris Espionage Axis (5K4)_2