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

The banquet scene was lively downstairs, with lights and wine filling the air, young people's energetic dance steps spreading everywhere along with a strong scent of hormones.


However, when the perspective shifted to the second floor, the atmosphere here was markedly different from the joyful dancing downstairs.


In the entertainment room on the second floor, the old men were huddled in sofas near the fireplace, warming themselves by the fire.


In the process of toasting and drinking, only the swirling liquor and the blurry faces shadowed by the reddish-purple wine could be seen.


The air was misty, filled with the scent of expensive cigars.


In this quiet environment, only the sound of playing cards hitting the table could be heard.


"John, did you deliver the small gift from the society to Mr. Hasting that you were supposed to give him?"


Chapter 292: The Secret of the Port Authority