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 leaned back in his chair, "Didn't you just ask me to go to the boxing ring you set up in the East End for a boxing match? On second thought, boxing isn't my forte, but with fencing, I do have a fair chance of winning. So, a while ago, I discussed with the young master of the Rothschild family about arranging a fencing match with Mr. Francois Bertrand."


"Francois Bertrand? The one called 'Foil Napoleon'?"


At the mention of his name, all the anger inside Fiona vanished into thin air: "Oh! Dear, why didn't you tell me something so important sooner? You aren't angry, are you, dear?"


Arthur looked up and thought for a moment, "Maybe just a little."


Understanding the situation, Fiona leaned in close to Arthur and kneaded his shoulders, "Dear, it was my fault just now. I will stop bothering Eugenie. That bitch's life and death are nothing compared to your match. Don't worry, on the day of the match I'll definitely bring all the sisters to cheer you on."


Chapter 233: Crime Den (5K)_3