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

Disraeli heard this and his expression turned from black to green and then to red, "His criticism is a bit too wide-ranging!"


Arthur consoled him, "Benjamin, why the hurry? I think he's mostly targeting those usurers. Isn't your father a literary critic? He doesn't work in the Financial City. Even if someone has to be worried, it should be Rothschild's Lionel, not you. Heinrich's cannons haven't reached you yet."


Disraeli sat down and took a big gulp of wine, almost choking on a guinea in the process.


He spat out the coin and said, "Now I finally understand why Lionel was so insistent that we keep an eye on Heine's works. This fellow really does curse wherever he goes—a true case of old habits dying hard. Haven't we settled his fees? Let's quickly send him back to Paris; let the French deal with this great poet."


Chapter 320 Disraeli's Ambition_2