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

In the laboratory of the Royal Society, Faraday sat at the lab bench as usual, meticulously winding the insulated copper wire onto the stick one bit at a time for a future experiment.


He was no longer the young apprentice who had once carried bags for Sir Humphry Davy. Now serving as the director of the Royal Society Laboratory, Faraday did not actually need to engage in such menial tasks anymore, as they could easily be delegated to his apprentices.


However, whenever he was not busy, he would still personally attend to these experimental details.


Counting the time since he had become Davy's assistant at the age of twenty, another twenty years had passed. Rigorously dealing with every aspect of the experiments had become ingrained in his very bones. To those who met Faraday for the first time, his behavior, which seemed astonishing, was nothing more than a commonplace habit in his life.


Chapter 273 It's not the best of times, it's not the worst of times