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

Arthur had just finished speaking when Dickens, who was waiting outside the interrogation room, leaning against the door and planning to invite Arthur to go fishing after the interrogation, and Chief Jones, who was standing nearby chatting with him, both burst out laughing.


From the vibrations of the door panel, it was clear they were laughing heartily.


However, in the interrogation room, the previously cheerful faces of the two Frenchmen fell almost in unison, their smiles vanishing entirely.


Of course, happiness doesn't just disappear into thin air, it just shifts.


The Great Dumas's face had turned nearly the color of liver; he asked, "Talleyrand really said that?"


Arthur took a sip of tea, "How could he? I made it up."


"Why would you make up something like that?"


"I was just thinking of livening up the atmosphere," Arthur said with a smile, clapping the Great Dumas on the shoulder. "Alright, Alexander, I'm done with my questions. It's your turn now."


Chapter 211: French Thematic Encyclopedia (5K2)_3