In the Ministry of Finance of the Toscana Empire, from the high-ranking officials to the lowly servant who brews coffee, everyone was working tirelessly, day and night.

Nicolo Federico, the Director of Budget Review, was one of them.

"When will the total tax collected from the serfs in the Imperial Direct Domain be ready? It's already been over a month since the tax collection finished!"@@novelbin@@

At his words, his subordinate lowered his head and apologized.

"My apologies, Director. We encountered a discrepancy while auditing the figures an hour ago. We are currently re-checking them."

"Hurry up! If we don't calculate the total tax amount and report it to His Majesty today, we’ll have to come in early and work until sunset for the next week. We might even have to work on Sundays, just going to mass and then getting back to work!"

Fabio would have laughed at this story.

At Rothschild Enterprises, when work piles up quickly, all the staff, regardless of rank, sleep in the duty room with three-tier wooden beds and then get up to handle nearly 18 to 20 hours of hard work.

Of course, even hearing such a story wouldn't comfort Nicolo, as the pain from a paper cut on my finger is far worse than losing a whole finger.

Nevertheless, Director Nicolo began to desperately try to escape from this hellish workload.

"I’ll get off work today, no matter what. It’s already been a week of early mornings and late evenings."

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