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White Church Under Red Fog
By: Jack BlackOngoing
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In the Whitechapel district of London at the end of the 19th century, Mia woke up and found herself in a horrific family tragedy - her father was murdered, her mother was seriously injured, and her face was disfigured. In a society intertwined with poverty and chaos, she must rely on her own wisdom and tenacity to protect the broken family herbal medicine shop and uncover the bloody mystery hanging over her family. However, in this era of rampant crime, the price of survival is higher than imagined... For readers: readers who like historical suspense, tough female growth stories, and the dark atmosphere of Victorian London.
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Chapter 1
"Tick-tock--"The sound of dripping water sounded in the empty room, and a pair of eyes opened with difficulty after trembling several times.It hurts so much...Mia felt as if her head was hit by a hammer, and it hurt so much that it was about to explode. Not only did her head hurt, but her face also hurt.It was a burning pain, as if someone had drilled several holes in her face with thin iron flowers.The fact was similar. What pierced her face was not a thin piece of iron flower, but a serrated knife used to grind herbs.At this time, half of the serrations of the grinding knife were embedded in the girl's tender cheek, leaving a hideous and uneven scar, and blood dripped along the blade drop by drop, which looked particularly creepy in the silent house."Anne——" The bell at the door rang, and a woman with a basket in her hand walked in. Seeing the scene in front of her, she screamed, "Ah——"The basket fell to the ground, and the herbs inside were scattered around. Perry ran out,
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White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 139
"I'm so glad you like it." Mia's eyes curved up. It was worth asking Mycroft about the Duke's preferences. "Do you want to have breakfast with us or later?"When she was in a good mood, her attitude towards others was also good. She happily asked the Duke about his plan."Even breakfast is eaten separately here?" Bassett felt that since he came to Luworth, his life concept has been challenged. Whose breakfast is divided into time periods?"We have to take into account the different habits of different people." Mia smiled, handed the reins to the groom, and walked side by side with Bassett on the road of the manor to explain the situation to him, "People who are used to getting up early will have breakfast at eight o'clock, and those who get up late will have breakfast at eleven o'clock; the same is true for dinner, people who go to bed early will have breakfast at six o'clock, and those who go to bed late will have breakfast at ten o'clock; for lunch, the latter will postpone the form
Last Updated : 2025-04-07White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 138
It is certainly a happy thing that the employer gives a lot of money and good benefits, but it is also sad that the employer has a weird guest from time to time.A while ago, a crazy Duke of Bresmons came, and today a depraved playboy came. Now the two have collided with each other, which is really a bit unbearable.The butler began to miss the time when these two dukes did not come.At that time, there were tutors with different personalities in this manor, and there would be occasional guests to visit, but at least everyone's behavior was still within the normal range. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The Duke from Spain made a bad start, and then things went in a strange direction and never looked back.A duke who trains himself and his subordinates in the training ground every day is already scary. The manor is about to set up a pharmacy because of his existence; now there is a playboy duke. The butler is worried that he will be asked if there is a brothel that sui
Last Updated : 2025-04-07White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 137
After sucking in his stomach, he felt that after the exercise in the past few days, his abdominal muscles were stronger, not to mention that those effective special training made his hands and feet more flexible, making him jump back and forth between this joy and upset mood, contradictory to death. 2*** : "......." I don't know what to say to this gentleman. You look happy and sad at the same time. Are you really mentally healthy? But thinking about Mia who just left very happily, he also wanted to sigh. Sometimes some people are really qualified to be unreasonable. Silently following Lionel into the bathroom, Bassett was very surprised when he saw the liquid poured out from a bottle on the sink, "What is this?" Don't you use soap to wash your hands? Why use this liquid? It's not like there is no soap. "Removing the gunpowder smell on your hands will prevent you from being affected by the gunpowder smell when you eat." Lionel rubbed his hands carefully and said to Bassett. Thi
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"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang! Bang!" The sound of the bullets was very regular, and Mia's shooting method was also very skillful. The first bullet tried the bullet, and the three bullets behind began to exert their strength. First, one bullet hit a flying disc, and the two reloaded bullets hit the flying disc at the same time, making two very symmetrical holes on it. "How boring." Mia looked at the falling frisbee and curled her lips. She threw the hunting bullet in her hand on the table, picked up the hand bullet that the manservant had brought before, weighed it, and began to load bullets. "Click?" She shook the hand bullet, and the shell returned to its position with a crisp sound. "Release the frisbee." Mia used her left arm as a support point and put her right hand on it, "Bang bang bang bang bang bang?" Six bullets were fired continuously, directly hitting the frisbee in the air. Ignoring the stunned eyes of the people around her, she reloaded her handgun, then picked up another
Last Updated : 2025-04-06White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 135
Apart from some very few landscape paintings, he really prefers portraits of people. For him, the latter are more valuable to appreciate. A group of people quickly moved to the collection room, a room that had been covered with curtains for a long time, and was exposed to the sun again because of the arrival of the guests. "...... It's spectacular." Bassett didn't know how to describe the owner's style of behavior here. In this collection room, not only are there portraits hanging on the walls, but there are also rows of wooden shelves hanging on the open space in the room. People with poor eyesight would think that there are a pile of colorful cloth hanging inside. What kind of weird behavior is this? But even so, he had to admit that there are really a lot of collections here, so many that it dazzled him. How many portraits are hung here? For Mia, it's a lot. The portraits of the three richest men in the Leamington family are all here. How can there not be a lot? It's because
Last Updated : 2025-04-05White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 134
The Duke of Hastings really didn't want to see this situation, but that didn't mean he had to sell the land to Mia. It didn't matter if he sold it to the enemies of the Leamington family, or if he kept it and didn't sell it or develop it, or just left it there?? Anyway, he had sworn to his father that he would never marry, and was ready to make the Duke of Hastings completely extinct, so what else was there to worry about? But we need to analyze the specific issues specifically. His relationship with Mycroft was still okay. Since the other party was the matchmaker, he didn't mind going there to discuss the deal. But he didn't expect that the person who was negotiating business with him was not the Earl of Leamington himself but his sister. Oh, by the way, the Earl of Leamington standing next to him was still a child, so of course he couldn't negotiate business with him. If it wasn't his sister who was in charge, could it be his great-grandmother, Old Lady Leamington? "Hello, Miss L
Last Updated : 2025-04-05White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 133
"......You are thanking people for the wine now?" Mycroft was speechless. Was his ally too excited and not in a good mind? "My own winery produces the product." Mia smiled slightly. If she came to Scotland and didn't open a winery, it would be a waste of time. How could she make such a mistake? Although it was not long, she really planned to take root in Scotland and run the business here well. Then, after buying the dock, buying another winery to expand the business, wouldn't it be normal? The two complement each other. If she lived long enough, she might catch up with the prohibition on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, copy the experience of her old friend, and directly run a one-stop smuggling service from the dock to make a lot of money. How could she waste such an advantage? Mycroft was stunned. He really didn't expect Mia to be able to do this. A distillery? Yes, Scotch whisky is indeed world-famous, but why is this thing so unrelated to her? "......You really have
Last Updated : 2025-04-04White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 132
"What the hell is that? He's a psychopath!" Mia was so angry that she wanted to chop him. "Who is this? He even told me proudly that he helped me a lot. Do I need his help?" She said that she was not joking when she asked Mrs. Leamington to personally take action on Broussard. In the eyes of this cheap great-grandmother, power is the most important thing. If anyone dares to compete with her for power, just look at her eldest son Maurice? Leamington will know. The two of them fought each other fiercely, and then they didn't see each other for 30 years. Even when his son died, he didn't shed a single tear of joy. Why should Broussard be an exception? As long as he dared to take action and she caught solid evidence, she wouldn't have to do anything about it. Mrs. Leamington could exile her son to a place where no one would shit! What was the result? Now Broussard still maintains the image of a pure little lamb in his mother's heart. The only thing that could work was that his death dealt
Last Updated : 2025-04-04White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 131
As long as he doesn't mess around, Mia is happy to help train this duke to become the greatest extreme sports athlete of the 19th century, and provide various auxiliary tools for him to reach the top!According to Mia's observation, this guy is obviously a crazy lover of extreme sports, and it is very likely to succeed if he works hard on this... If it doesn't work, then he can only use hypnosis."Oh, what kind of fate do I have?" Mia sighed and made a schedule in the study, feeling that she was really unlucky. Why did she always encounter such pitfalls?"What kind of fate?" Arthur, who had just been tortured by the teacher, floated in. He was shocked when he heard Mia's words. What happened again?Just got the news from Mr. Holmes that their youngest uncle also died in Africa. Arthur was shocked to death, and now he is a little allergic to all the wind and grass in the outside world."...A not very reliable guest came to the door." Mia glanced at the haggard Arthur, and finally did n
Last Updated : 2025-04-03
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