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

Perhaps it was the night that brought out a wildness even in the usually gentle and somewhat feeble Tom, as he nodded with a smile.


"To be honest, it's much better than being on duty. Here I have to use my brain and learn to write documents, but at least it's not a psychological burden. But when you're on the front lines, it's bad enough that your body is tired, but you also have to deal directly with the poor, just like us. Raiding the Russian Embassy is always better than driving away the roadside vendors all day. But..."


Tom said this, suddenly glancing with some reluctance at the French fat man sitting next to him, bound hand and foot, even his mouth gagged with a cloth.


He pointed to the Great Dumas next to him and asked, "But, Arthur, can you tell me why, when you go to play at a concert, you also had to bring Mr. Dumas along with you?"


Chapter 183: Monkey's Tricks (4K2)_2