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

In this process, we encountered a series of unfavorable weather and sea conditions, and twice we had to return midway through our journey. However, thanks to Colonel Fitzroy's determination and the wholehearted effort of the crew, we finally succeeded in crossing the Atlantic Ocean on our third attempt and officially arrived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, a week ago.


Speaking of which, I must mention an interesting incident that happened during our second return. We encountered waves more than ten meters high in a storm. At that time, Eld was once slammed onto the deck by a wave, but fortunately, perhaps God felt that Heaven was already noisy enough and didn't immediately call him to serve there.


The lad clung desperately to the ship's trawling net just a moment before being washed overboard. Unfortunately, all of Eld's beloved pornographic magazines were confiscated by the ocean without a single one left.


Chapter 195 To Hastings (4K4)_2