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

Although this was not the best outcome, it was still much better than the revocation of medical practice and a complete loss of assets as mentioned by Rosenberg.


Having resolved this issue, Snow finally began to consider his own personal matters.


The reception room was quiet, with only the sound of Arthur's pen scratching on paper.


After much deliberation, Snow suddenly took out a report from his pocket and placed it on the table.


"Mr. Hasting, I did not mean to disturb you, but could you please take a look at this when you have a moment?"


"What is this?" Arthur looked up at the document.


Snow stammered, "That... it's a bit of personal research. Of course, I know that using the word 'research' might be a bit of a stretch for a pharmacist's apprentice, but I think the conclusions of the report could play a role in the prevention and treatment of cholera."


Chapter 299: Express Plus_2