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

Having said that, Gladstone flicked his riding whip, sending dust flying on the path as the young man galloped off into the distance.


A few wealthy young men looked at each other.


"That's it, fellas, with one horse less, it seems like we can't continue hunting."


Steve, one of the wealthy youths, glanced at the small axe Gladstone had left behind and the vast stretch of woods, stroking his chin as he suggested, "How about we compete in wood chopping?"


Upon hearing this, the wealthy young men looked around at the open fields and the clear blue sky, and ultimately dismounted their horses.


Agares, lying in the tree, heard this and yawned, stretching lazily. Disgusted, Red Devil spat out a mouthful of spit: "Damn it... one is more useless than the next."


Liverpool, the old docks, Gladstone Import and Export Trading Company.


In the meeting room on the third floor, smoke curled in the air.


Chapter 286: How Much is the Life of a Police Inspector Worth? (7K2)_4