The ground after the rain was extremely muddy. She fell down and got up several times, making her body covered in stains.

However, she still failed to catch up with the carriage and watched it disappear around the corner.

Daisy slowed down, her body swayed slightly, and her expression was extremely dull.

She held onto the trees beside the street and stared intently at the place where the carriage left.

Suddenly, her whole body softened, and a sob came out of her throat: "Mom...

"Freya..."

The voice was thin, low, sharp and weak, lingering and endless.

At this moment, tens of thousands of people in the east area, in the dock area, and in the factory area were also screaming and crying.

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Queens, Sodrak Palace.

Wearing a crown, with a firm face and two moustaches, George III sat on the throne, looking at the Earl of the Palace in front of him, and remained silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, people from the three major churches are waiting for your explanation outside." The Earl of the Palace asked with sweat on his forehead.

"Explanation? Prince Edsac was tempted by the witch, colluded with the cult, and attempted to rebel. This is the explanation! His conspiracy was revealed and he committed suicide. What explanation do they need!" George III was suddenly furious.

He took a breath and resumed his usual seriousness: "You tell them that no matter what method they use to obtain the corresponding title, they can get a seat in the House of Lords, property restrictions on elections will be relaxed, and invalid constituencies will also be cleared. It is to appease those factory owners and bankers.

"Similarly, the Air Pollution Investigation Committee will give a conclusion immediately, the relevant bill will be passed soon, and the minimum guarantee and working hours regulations will also be presented in the form of law in the near future!

"The Poor Law will be reformed according to their demands...Allow the three major churches to send personnel into the military!"

"Your Majesty..." The Earl of the Palace was startled.

Such a concession was simply beyond his imagination, especially the last one.

George III was furious again: "Just tell them this! Since they want a new order, then I will give them a new order!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Earl of the Palace did not dare to say any more and left the palace.

George III sat there without moving for a long time, like a stone statue.

After an unknown amount of time, his expression suddenly softened.

On the morning of December 31st, Harvest Church in the south area of ??the bridge.

Emlyn White was wearing a priest's robe, standing in the kitchen, throwing different herbs into the large iron pot from time to time, and supplemented by some stirring.

After all the materials prepared in advance were put away, he waited patiently for another ten minutes before scooping up the black liquid inside with an iron spoon and pouring them into the glass bottles and glasses next to them.

48, 49, 50... Emlyn glanced at the empty iron pot and counted the prepared potions.

After confirming the quantity, he picked up the large tray and sent the bottles of dark green liquid to the hall.

In the hall, most of the prayer seats were removed, and the floor was covered with tattered quilts, in which were lying sleeping or groaning plague-infected people.

Emlyn cooperated with Father Utravsky, each holding some potions, and started distributing them from two directions.

The first in line was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion. He got up halfway, took the potion, and gulped it down. JrNovels.com