After the autumn wood

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times.
What constitutes a true master of success?
Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything.
To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller
To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate
To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide
To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry
To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital
Hear this, applause!

American success master

"Sergei! What...what happened here? Why are there so many forces battling it out, what on earth is going on?" Battle Axe arrived, his face filled with shock.


Sergei recounted once more the conflict among the Nobility, which seemed to be a showdown between Tretov and Langya, but was in reality a battle between two major Nobility factions.


Battle Axe listened in astonishment, it seemed the situation was more complicated than he had imagined, vaguely recalling the evening party hosted by the Duke.


From the moment his son founded the Moscow Railway Company, it signified a clear separation from those Nobility stuck in their old ways.


Being the Nobility's hound, Battle Axe now faced the moment to lay down his life for his master, a notion he held with utter disdain.


"Which side are you on?" Battle Axe couldn't help but ask.


"Tretov!" Sergei pointed at a fighting figure in the forefront, Pickaxe.


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