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

The young man voiced his doubts, "Are officers really that miraculous?"


"Are you a Yankee?" Arthur eyed the young man up and down. "No wonder, I thought your accent was a bit strange."


The young man seemed quite displeased at being singled out as an American, his face flushed as he responded, "Sir, it doesn't matter where I'm from. What matters is, I can provide you with the percussion revolver you want. I've been here for nearly three days, yet none of these old London bureaucrats have taken me seriously. I assure you, my Colt Revolver is absolutely the best portable firearm in the world so far. If the officers at Scotland Yard were equipped with this product, it would definitely be of great help to you! Before, you had to reload after firing a shot, but now you can take down six enemies with one load—that's a sixfold increase in combat efficiency. Are you sure you don't want to consider it?"


Chapter 214: The Arsenic Eater of London (4K)_2