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

London, Greenwich District, Woolwich Royal Arsenal.


A carriage stopped in front of the arsenal, and the pure black sturdy riding boots stepped on the wet and slippery floor tiles.


Arthur tipped his hat slightly, during the noon break time, today's arsenal workers, burly as usual, were playing football on the playground, but he was not in the mood to join them for a kick today, let alone sit on the sideline and give some advice.


After all, giving football advice at the arsenal, that's a job more suitable for the French.


As one of the most security-sensitive areas in London, the Royal Cavalry Artillery permanently stationed here is responsible for the security of the Woolwich Arsenal. Although it was their break time, given the frequent small-scale riots in London in recent years, the soldiers were still vigilant, and patrols of three could be seen everywhere near the streets of the arsenal.


Chapter 214: The Arsenic-Eating Ghost of London (4K)