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 members of the Liverpool Health Committee, who were also the most prestigious doctors locally, almost surrounded their teacher, pointing fingers at his nose and swearing at him. Had it not been for someone holding them back, Hadcassle would have definitely not escaped a beating today.


Moreover, even the onlookers enjoying the spectacle were all important figures from Liverpool. Who knows how they would view a student of this disgraced doctor in the future?


Thinking that his future might also be jeopardized, possibly even losing the qualifications to further his studies at a medical school, Snow's lips trembled uncontrollably.


In one's lifetime, the chances to change one's fate are not many.


Seeing that the door leading from a miner's son to a middle-class doctor was about to close, his heart felt a twinge of pain.


Having gone through similar experiences, guessing what Arthur was thinking was not difficult for Snow.


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