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

Arthur had no idea how those two idiots had crossed the Foreign Secretary, and after some thought, he decided it was better to feel his way through this delicate situation first.


Arthur, pointing regretfully to his bandaged arm, said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, under normal circumstances, I would definitely have been able to apprehend those two criminals. But I've been injured today and really don't have the strength. I apologize for not being able to do my utmost."


Upon seeing Arthur's injured arm, Palmerston slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh, how could I have forgotten about this? Indeed, you cannot be blamed, you did take a bullet directly from Bertrand. The fact that you're up and walking is a testament to your strength, how could I fault you for not capturing those two scoundrels? Come to think of it, how is your wound anyway?"


Chapter 264: Rothschild's Gambling Table (8K4)_4