Chapter 372 - Chapter 372: 352 (1/2)
Chapter 372: 352
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.
That very arrogance, which he couldn’t mask, was no doubt the true form of pride.
Being as firm as Uncle Byrne could work, but truly offending Lorne citizens was not a good thing; on the surface, Christine always kept silent, yet deep inside, she gradually felt a disgusting nausea.
She knew very well that in the eyes of the Lorne citizens, who had conquered nearly half the world and even deemed the entire Claud World as something in the palm of their hands, her people, the Cyart, and those East Coast natives and White Sea natives were not substantially different.
Putting herself in their position, Christine knew the Lorne citizens had no good intentions at all.
They merely wished for the Cyart people to keep weakening internally, supporting a compliant family to power, so it would be easier for them to conquer this place in the future, nothing more.
She couldn’t help but think of the High Priest of the Sea God Cult, Ian, a puppet of the Dawn Church and a White Sea native who was a genius on the Path of Knowledge and might have a chance to reach the 5th Rank someday, but for now was indeed just one of the best pawns of the Fischer family.
The extraordinarily powerful Lorne citizens, too, hoped the Fischer family would become their puppet, their own “Ian.”
Meanwhile, in another room at the Fischer Manor, Madam Vanessa saw the elderly steward Theo enter through the door, his expression solemn.
“Madam Vanessa, I must inform you that Karno just left, but before he did, he left behind a Forbidden rare artifact, sigh, if it hadn’t been for my discovery, that boy wouldn’t even want to say a word before leaving.”
With his white hair, the aged Theo sighed deeply.
He had watched Karno grow up, always feeling that the guy might be even more trouble than Darren.
Vanessa nodded gently with calm acknowledgment.
“I know, he will not always stay at home; Karno will never live in a cave, he desires to fly like a bird, I understand my child.”
“…”
Theo fell silent, actually because that prophecy letter and this incident had somewhat altered the Fischer family’s internal view of Karno’s character.
And since Karno had this time helped connect with the Lorne citizens and left behind a Forbidden rare artifact on his departure, one might say he had repaid the Fischer family, thus even if they didn’t voice it, their hearts no longer harbored complaints against him.
“This kid…”
“He will come back,” Vanessa suddenly spoke.
She stated firmly:
“As long as there remains a crisis for the Fischer family, that child will come back sooner or later; I trust my son, he will help the family in his own way, or rather, help those he considers important.”
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At the Cyart Royal Capital, a grand soiree commenced, the venue glimmering vibrantly, with lights reflecting the joyful faces of people, the aroma of champagne and fine foods mingling to create an intoxicating atmosphere.
Guests dressed in splendid garments streamed into the soirée, with music resounding melodiously.
On the centerpiece stage of the soiree, the host enthusiastically announced news of a victory on the frontlines.
“We successfully repelled the rebels…”
His words filled with praises for the Adley Royal Family, inspiring everyone present, but he made no mention of the total naval defeat.
Soon, applause and cheers arose.
At the soiree, an array of exquisite dishes was presented, with the guests surrounding the dining tables, savoring the food, sharing the joy of victory; they toasted to the success and prayed for a brighter future.
Any soldier who had experienced that naval battle would find all of this incredibly ironic.