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

In the cafe, Arthur sized up the perfume merchant whom he had heard of many times but was only meeting for the second time.


However, his appearance and attire were quite different from what Arthur had expected.


Whether it was to avoid drawing attention or it was just his usual style, Bernie Harrison was clad in black and white from head to toe, a black tailcoat paired with a white shirt, and even his mane-like beard was topped with a high top hat. Although his body exuded a faint scent of cologne, it wasn't so strong as to be overwhelming.


If Arthur hadn't met him before and known he was a wealthy perfume merchant, he might have mistaken him for a decently paid corporate employee or perhaps someone of even lower status.


After all, in those times, even an average citizen whose living standard had just reached the middle class would dress themselves in a reasonably decent manner.


Chapter 227 Harrison's Unexpected Gift (4K8)