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

Ha ha ha, I sold the ivory in Bahia, and I knew I was a genius! Arthur, when I complete the voyage and return to London, maybe Scotland Yard should consider making me the head of procurement.


Fuck! Arthur, I got swindled by two hookers in Rio de Janeiro! They didn't leave me a dime of the ivory money! Damn, I thought the honey trap was exclusive to London, why the hell does Brazil have this industry too? Those little bastards better not let me catch them, or I'll make sure they regret it. Ah, Arthur, if only you were in Brazil, with your skills you could definitely help me get the money back.


Arthur, I'm fucked! Today in the Amazon Jungle I saw a python twenty feet long, I used to think Greek mythology was all lies, but now it seems that Medusa's offspring might actually be alive in the rainforest of the Amazon. Do you think if I brought one of these things back to London, someone would pay a high price for it?


Chapter 195 To Hastings (4K4)_3