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 stood by his side and listened, his face not turning red nor his heart skipping a beat as he nodded in agreement, "That's right, that's how we do it in Britain. Perhaps you could consider starting a similar medical equipment company in the United States after you return, bringing back a touch of advanced civilization."


Colt pondered for a moment but eventually shook his head in resignation, "Forget it, I'm still more interested in firearms; the gap between them and medical equipment is just too great."


Arthur replied calmly, "No, no, I think they're not that different actually."


Arthur took out his pipe, lit it, and took a puff before saying, "Your Colt Revolver and this intestinal treatment device, essentially, they're both about opening eyes, though the principles behind them may differ slightly, the outcomes are highly consistent."


Chapter 215 The Elegant Connoisseurs of the 19th Century (5K6)_2