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

Well, by the time I write to you next, I should be sending letters from either Argentina or Tierra del Fuego. Speaking of which, the jaguar that Eld hunted tasted really good; it's just a pity that meat is difficult to preserve, or else I would have sent some back for you and Alexander to enjoy a good feast. Of course, that's assuming the merchant ship sailors tasked with delivering our letters don't eat it themselves.


Your friend,  witness to the Amazon Apocalypse, advocate for the equal rights of small crabs and large prawns,  well-known gourmand of the Amazon and Andes, Charles Darwin.


July 5, 1831, written on the eve of my departure from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.


The firewood in the fireplace crackled loudly, and the chill in the room had diminished significantly.


Everyone held their coffee cups, listening to Arthur read the letter, and with each sip of hot coffee, felt warmth spread throughout their bodies.


Chapter 238 Why Are Things Always So Bad for Eld (7K2) Part 2