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

The gentle and elegant melody that fell into the ears of the audience was like a pair of soft arms brushing across their cheeks.


The crowd, just moments ago pumped with adrenaline from the duel, suddenly fell into a deep nostalgia for rural summer nights, while the Hastings supporters who had come for tonight's piano premiere were showing even more shock.


Arthur, known for his piece "The Bell," was famous for his wild performance style at various concerts in London, yet today he had composed a piece that was the complete antithesis of his personal style.


Even the president of the Philharmonic Society, Mozesales, sitting in the front row and worried about Arthur's safety, was somewhat lost in listening.


Chapter 261: Take Off Your Hats and Pay Tribute, Gentlemen! (4K4)_2