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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 · Urbain
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Christine was the chief steward for the Fischer family and the Dawn Church; in the coming days, she spent her time discussing with an imperial emissary from Lorne about numerous supplies—what they were, how the trade should be conducted, including transportation and other detailed matters.

Christine had already prepared sufficiently beforehand, possessing a clear understanding of the negotiation's content, objectives, and ultimate bottom line.

Although those resources were indeed useful for the Fischer family, the negotiation process only deepened her negative impression of Lorne citizens.

The arrogance of Viscount Johnville from Lorne was simply too much.

His arrogance was the kind that seeped into his bones, and despite his utmost efforts to disguise it, trying to pretend to treat the Cyart people as equals and desperately not wanting to make Christine displeased, he still inadvertently revealed intense arrogance he wasn't even aware of in the details.