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

Barnes, who had seen his fair share of turmoil, simply smirked and shook his head, "No, that hasn't happened. When I first joined The Times after graduating from Cambridge, Britain was still fighting the Napoleonic Wars. Back then, I followed the Royal Navy's press gangs for a few on-site interviews. The scenes were much more intense than today."


The press gangs would sneak into villages under the cover of night, when everyone had gone to bed, then they'd identify a house, break down the door, and drag the men out of their beds. As for the women who lost their husbands, they couldn't even care whether they were dressed or not, and would rush out bare naked to punch and kick at the press gangs, crying and cursing."


Hearing this, the young reporter couldn't help but express his shock, "My God! Was impressment really that barbaric? How could those people from the press gang be so heartless as to do such a thing?"


Chapter 234: Tycoon Harrison (4K4)_2