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

However, what truly fascinated the prisoners was not this, but the fact that the cell also contained a small dining table. Moreover, every day when it was time to eat, while everyone else had dark bread with potatoes, this person alone was served with four dishes and a soup.


Despite their envy, none of the prisoners actually felt jealous of this treatment.


Everyone guessed that the four-eyed guy locked up inside must not have much longer to live; he would be on the gallows in a few days, so what was there to be jealous about?


And just two days ago, another person who evoked the same covetous but unenvious feelings moved in next door to the four-eyed guy.


A sturdy young man took up residence in the neighboring cell, and the two of them essentially received the same treatment.


Chapter 216 Forensic Toxicology Foundation (4K8)_3