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

Great Dumas shrugged his shoulders, "How do you know he contracted it in Liverpool? Perhaps the habit was acquired in London. Working within the government really does make it easy for one to fall into corruption, the speed at which it corrupts a person is simply comparable to Hell. Look at our Officer Hastings, if his supporters knew what he had become, I wonder how disappointed they would be?"


Upon hearing this, Louis just smiled and responded, "Come on, Alexander. Lord Byron, Paganini, and others, their private lives are far messier than Arthur's. I've said it before, a distinguished artist who can write books and play the piano, how could he possibly be too tidy in emotional matters? This isn't really a scandal, after all, he was never marketed on purity, what everyone appreciates is his talent."


Having said that, Louis, with a mischievous grin, gently pushed open the door, "Let's see, it should be over by now, right?"


Chapter 314: Napoleon's Direct Relatives_2