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 just smiled at the words and didn't answer. He opened the door and walked out.


With the office door clicking shut, Rowan picked up his teacup and crossed his legs, his mouth still muttering, "The way he beats around the bush, he might as well be one of those old bureaucrats in the Home Office. Perhaps he should consider running for office; he'd probably climb the ladder faster. What's he trying to achieve by floundering in the small pond of Scotland Yard?"


Here, the Bonaparte family reunion was playing out. Louis Bonaparte, who had borrowed a suit from Arthur to meet his uncle, sat on the sofa, covering his face and crying.


His uncle, the former King of Spain, also leaned on his ruby cane, lamenting his nephew's trials and tribulations over the years.


Meanwhile, outside the Regency Crescent, Police Superintendent Jones smoked and peered through the glass windows, observing the situation inside.


Chapter 212 Regulations Don't Allow You to Speak (5K8)_3