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

Hearst was sweating profusely, and he asked with an embarrassed smile, "May I ask who you are?"


The Great Dumas adjusted his tailcoat to reveal the pistol holster at his waist, "I am a special employee of the London Police Intelligence Bureau, responsible for protecting Mr. Hasting's safety. For safety reasons, I think Mr. Hasting should not visit you in private."


Hearst assumed he was dealing with a troublesome little devil and pursed his lips before responding, "Then please come to the Port Authority tomorrow, I will discuss Mr. Hasting's safety and protection details with you alone."


Heine heard this and couldn't help but stir the pot, "What about me? Mr. Hearst, I'm the one in charge of writing."


Upon hearing this, Hearst had no choice but to grit his teeth and reply, "All of you come, then! Tomorrow morning, I will await your arrival at the Port Authority."


Arthur saw that his demeanor had softened like a mud puddle, and knew that he should not push him too hard.


Chapter 293: Political Deal_3