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

Outside the Astley Circular Theatre, Tony, who had been a police sergeant for a year, scanned the passersby back and forth.


After ensuring everything was all right, Tony's footsteps suddenly turned, and he walked into a small alley by the roadside.


A few officers, leaning against the red walls of the alley, were chatting and smoking with laughter. Faced with such a scene, Tony neither put on airs with his senior rank nor cited the bloody regulations from Scotland Yard, after all, he had started out the same way.


Tony simply took out his pipe from his pocket, skillfully filled it with tobacco, and then snapped his fingers at them, calling out, "Lend me a light."


Seeing their superior had arrived, the officers cheerfully took out matches from their pockets and handed them over, "Boss, you out for a bit of fun too?"


Chapter 255: In Future Years, If Revenge Is Sought, Blood Will Stain the Mouth of the Thames River (5K)