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

"A Jew? Wasn't King Solomon also a Jew?" Arthur curled his lip and said, "Not only that, but he's also dead for three thousand years. I haven't seen you disparage him, though."


Upon hearing this, the Red Devil slapped his hand on a lamp post and emphasized, "How can you compare the two? Just as Château d'Yquem is the king of wines, King Solomon is the king among Jews!"


"And what of it? Just as a Scotland Yard inspector is still but a blue lobster, Benjamin might be the Prime Minister among Jews, but at the end of the day, he's still the 'Jew' you speak of."


Arthur, puffing on his cigar, craned his neck to look around. He was about to hail a carriage when, to his surprise, one with black and gold-trimmed capes slowly stopped in front of him.


The carriage window was gently lifted, revealing a familiar silver-haired old man.


Chapter 228: The British's Deadly Game (5K)_2