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 saw his appearance and raised his hand to greet, "Good morning, Agares. Are you enjoying your vacation?"


The Red Devil heard this and, without any politeness, tossed his suitcase onto the desk, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a full cup which he downed in one gulp, "The beaches of Portsmouth are barely passable, but the Officer's mess at the Royal Navy Base can't compare to the taste at St. James's Palace."


Hearing this, Arthur leaned back in his chair and responded, "Having something to eat is good enough, you're pretty picky for a Devil. If I remember correctly, didn't you use to say you lived next to Baal's dung yard restaurant? You could swallow that environment, but dining at the Officer's mess is below you?"


Chapter 213: The Bizarre and Diverse of the 19th Century (4K)_2