Milan, Winter, 1435.
Some dynasties in the city are thriving more than others. The owners of this palace are taunting the gypsies across the street.
Our old workforce is aging.
Yes, think of the children. So that we don't have to invade their flesh from the grave when we want to keep playing.
What?
Don't worry, I'm an expert. Here, take these.
Ah, so anyway, lets go for a walk.
I would like to get into politics again, although since...
Hrnngh..
What a great day! *skips off to the town hall*
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Sir, Magnus is the first applicant for the new Spy Office opening. Your thoughts?
Lol, no.
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Foul...!
I'm sorry ma'am but you're going to have to have to... pay the fine.
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The Emperor says: Keep up the good work.
What a bro. Lets try the politics thing one more time.
Magnus has sent us a substantial monetary gift this time, sir. Proceed?
Nope.
GAH Ffffffff
No, please.
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Meanwhile, we now have a proper house.
The prestigious boardroom.
All accept our invitation, except the Mayor...
Hmm, that's fine. Enough rage-kidnappings for now.
Magnus, I look forward to the feast. So, have you heard about the Imperial Chancellor being in town?
No... I haven't.
(Whisper to Stewards ear)
I'm feeling froggy today, and maybe a little entrepreneurial.
A quick reconnoitering of his accounts reveals he isn't actually worth much.
*facepalm*