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

Several Home Office civil servants hurriedly approached, their faces covered in sweat. It was the first time Arthur had ever seen government officials from a superior department display such discomposure.


When Arthur used to visit the Home Office, those guys always acted haughty and never looked directly at the personnel from Scotland Yard.


If it hadn't been for the worsening safety conditions in London, which kept highlighting the importance of Scotland Yard, it was uncertain whether Arthur could have met these officials without having to apply for an appointment in advance.


The civil servants rushed to intercept Mr. Faraday, their faces filled with smiles. The leading civil servant even took out an envelope stuffed with a cheque from his breast pocket, using possibly the most humble tone he had ever used in his life as he pleaded.


Chapter 272: Timely Rain Hastings (4K2)