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

Just at that time, I embarked on my Grand Tour of Europe. Ha-ha, although I said it was for educational travel, you understand, I was actually running away from my debts. From this, you can see that even if you don't have much money, even if you are in debt, you can still undertake a Grand Tour. It's just a matter of bringing fewer servants, eating simpler food, and keeping your hands under control to avoid meddling with those art auctions. After all, not every member of the nobility is as extravagant as the Earl of Oxford.


You must have heard of his shocking expenses during his travels, haven't you? He spent 4,500 pounds in just four months. Keep in mind, that was the late 16th century! Back then, the national revenue was only around 350,000 pounds. Spending 1.3 percent of the nation's income in four months, I fear even Britain today can't find a noble who is more adept at squandering wealth.


Chapter 240: Conversation with the Foreign Minister (5K)_3