[Moriarty the Patriot] Lost

○ Also known as "Thanks for Asking, I'm in 1868 London, Selling Fake Liquor in Chinatown"

○ The author is terrible at historical research (though in the end I didn't consult much anyway). Many thanks to my friends and consultants, @Fu Jiu.

○ The setting is made up, so don't worry about the details. Repeat after me: alternate universe, alternate universe, alternate universe! Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy!! (If you spot a major plot hole, you can quietly let the author know.)

○ The heroine is a monster with the highest combat power, a natural-born schemer in human skin, and probably doesn't have much of a normal moral compass (I'll try to give her one). Depending on my mood, I may pile on all kinds of ridiculous buffs later.

○ This won't be finished in one go, and it might get abandoned. A friendly warning from the author: I don't recommend waiting around. If it feels wrong, run!

○ BGM: Chinatown - Chris Lee

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I don't like London's weather.

Actually, there's a lot I don't like: the Westerners with their pale skin, golden curls, and blue eyes; their awkward, incomprehensible language; their utterly different architecture, culture, and beliefs. There's not a single thing here that doesn't repel and disgust me.

We were kidnapped and taken far from home. Our lives were ruined and shattered, and from then on, we would be confined to this land forever.

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Theme: Making a career beats sleeping with men.