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From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle. The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations. They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family. They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics. From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears. They were both the creators and the enders of stories. Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward. "Step over my corpse and go on," he said.

Chilled Cola Cat · Urban
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Chapter 65: Tea Party

"Chris, would you like to join me at the gathering? Your sister won't mind, will she?"

Outside the Fischer family's home, Margaret in the carriage furrowed her brows and asked Chris.

"She won't."

Chris silently shook his head and then said no more.

If it were someone else, Margaret might think they were angry or disrespecting her, but everyone understood Chris's situation.

He really was a child who was not fond of talking.

Margaret didn't quite like Byrne's arrangement; it was normal for her to have to speak with him each time they went to a gathering, but having to carry that piece of paper and bring a guard made her feel like Byrne didn't respect Lady Isaac.

Lately, she always felt that Byrne was becoming increasingly domineering; the gentle man he used to be clearly wasn't like this.

The carriage slowly headed towards the Isaac knight family's estate in Nasir Town.