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 heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, "Really? So they've already made it there. Lucky for Eld that he didn't end up in the hands of the Cannibals?"


Perhaps because the life or death of Eld had been deemed worthless information by the Red Devil, he didn't mind talking a bit more about it.


Agares snorted, "Cannibals? You have no idea what that little bastard is capable of! Just yesterday he shot down a mountain lion with a flintlock gun and even shared it with that little baldy, Darwin. According to them, the thing tasted just like veal."


"Eld is capable of that too?" Arthur couldn't help but sneer, "Then Alexander is probably in trouble. Ever since he bought that revolver, he's been waiting for Eld to return to give him some trouble. Now, it seems Eld could very well finish him with a single shot when he comes back."


Chapter 224: The Pinnacle of 19th Century Literature (5K6)_3