Giovanni Marchesi, the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Tuscany Empire, was sitting in a carriage, his face pale as he sweated coldly.

"Lord Rothschild, that bastard is no human! He's a devil disguised in human skin. How can anyone be so wicked?"

As the heir to the Marchesi Count family, a noble family known for their legal background, Giovanni had devoted nearly 30 years of his life as a diplomat for the Empire since he was 20. He had done things that he could proudly speak of to anyone, as well as covert operations that he could never, ever speak of publicly.

Among these secret missions, he had investigated confidential foreign information and scandals, and sometimes, to weaken the strength of potential enemy nations, he had even stirred up internal revolts. Once, a high-ranking noble from the Kingdom of Lyon was framed and "committed suicide" because of false rumors spread by Giovanni.

For the Empire, he had done everything, even shed blood, and performed despicable and evil tasks.

"But compared to Lord Rothschild, it was nothing."

"He's invented a technology that can produce woolen and cotton fabrics at an unbelievably low cost. When I thought about it, selling fabrics at such low prices would deal a fatal blow to the economy and the lives of the people of the Tuscany Empire, right?"

When Giovanni first heard this, he was deeply impressed.

Some had said that Lord Rothschild attended church during the day and drank with Satan at night, but at least he felt there was loyalty to the Empire and the Imperial family at the core of it all.

So, if the conversation had ended there, Giovanni, as a member of the legal nobility and a supporter of the Imperial family, would have naturally thought:@@novelbin@@

"Lord Rothschild may be cunning, but it's all for the country, right?"

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