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

Liverpool, Georgian Quarter, Duke Street, No. 92, Monro Pub.


If you were to ask what is the very thing one ought to do after taking the train from London to Liverpool, surely visiting a tavern to order a few fine gins and wines would rank first in a poll among Britain's citizens.


Though the quality of the drinks in the taverns of London may not necessarily be worse than those in Liverpool, when it comes to price, being at the King's feet and the heart of the capital, London could not possibly be as affordable as Liverpool, where regulations are comparatively lax.


Arthur, although not particularly fond of drinking, found that during this special period, imbibing alcohol actually became an excellent way to prevent oneself from contracting severe illnesses.


Sitting at a street-facing seat, with a slight twitch of his nose, Arthur Could smell the acrid odor wafting from the streets.


Chapter 287: Liverpool's Chip Problem