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 was taken aback by his own nonsensical response and did not know how to continue the conversation. After a moment of silence, he picked up a bottle of perfume from the counter and asked, "The perfume in your store, you've added too much arsenic, haven't you?"


"Arsenic? Oh no, we do not put that in our perfumes, it's used in face creams."


With those words, the perfumer dared not neglect this dignified customer of unknown status any longer. He quickly invited him to the VIP section on the second floor: "The goods here may not meet your standards. You should have a look on the second floor, where everything is of the highest quality."


As Arthur made his way to the second floor, halfway there, he did not forget to turn around and instruct, "Is Mr. Riddle in today? I went to find him in Jermyn Street earlier, but I was told that he has moved to work here. I rather like the colognes he blends."


Chapter 219 Fashion Spokesperson (4K)_2