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

No sooner had the Red Devil spoken than the Liverpool department staff, seeing that the criminal was already dead, hurriedly gathered around.


But as they approached, they noticed the blood on Arthur's cheek. For a moment, no one dared to speak first, fearing the responsibility would fall on them.


During the ensuing silence, the Liverpool sheriff's team finally arrived belatedly.


The Sheriff dismounted hurriedly and began to inquire, "Mr. Hastings, you..."


Before he could finish, Great Dumas interjected sarcastically, "Sir, as you can see, the assassination has already ended. Rather than offer sympathy, you and your team should hasten to wash this blood-stained street."


Owen, now recovered from the assassination attempt, also expressed his dissatisfaction: "I now finally understand how Spencer Percival was assassinated in the hall of Westminster Palace. If this can happen to the Prime Minister, let alone to Liverpool's special customs surveillance commissioner."


Chapter 302 Gratitude for Revenge?_2