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

——Prussia said, "If you pay taxes according to our tax laws, then you have a materially unified Germany. But I'm a bit odd, I specifically want to see the various German states unified in spirit as well." At that moment, I heard Austria's Prime Minister Metternich shouting from the side, "You have absolutely no need to worry about that, the spiritual unity is our responsibility, because Austria will be in charge of the censorship!"


Louis, who had already been struggling to hold back his laughter upon seeing this, could no longer contain it when his gaze fell to the bottom of the page. He stood on the drizzly streets of London, holding his stomach and exploded into laughter, even dropping his black cloth umbrella to the ground.


The last clipping also fluttered from his hand to the ground, bearing the recent poem by Mr. Heine.


Chapter 252: The Hot-Tempered German Poet (5K4)_3