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

"You..." Tennyson was also startled, "You mean your alma mater."


Great Dumas sneered upon hearing this, "Come on, Arthur, what good can come from the Department of Classics at the University of London?"


Arthur didn't argue, he simply replied, "Maybe it was primarily an animal research institution before, but hasn't it changed since Alfred arrived? Besides, Cambridge and Oxford charge one to two hundred pounds a year, and the tuition fees at the four major London Inns of Court can even reach three hundred pounds per year, whereas the University of London only charges thirteen pounds and six shillings annually. Where else can you find such a cost-effectiveness?"


"But..." Tennyson said with some difficulty, "But I heard that the University of London doesn't have a Royal Charter, does it?"


Arthur, taking a sip of tea, assured, "Don't worry, it will have one soon."


Tennyson, puzzled, asked, "How do you know?"


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