Chapter 110. Big Brother Is Watching You (4)

Roberto, a member of the information guild, no, now a member of the Rothschild family intelligence department.

He was wringing out all the strength in his body like squeezing a dry rag.

"Aaaagh! 19!!"

The 8th movement where you spread your arms to both sides, stick your back flat on the ground, and move only your lower body.

Moreover, the instructor who said to do this as a "cool-down" after all sorts of extreme training so far was questionable if he was human.

However, if he protested, it was obvious he'd be beaten with the loving rod of the re-education injection tube teacher.

'Please, don't let that damn final slogan come out...'

"......"

Fortunately, the final slogan didn't come out this time.

Roberto thought it was incredibly fortunate that there wasn't any idiot who dropped their brain in the toilet today.

"Everyone up!"

The trainees stood up in their mud-covered clothes.

Roberto thanked God that today's terrible training was over.

Of course, tomorrow he'd have to roll around like a pig in mud again, but.

He decided to erase such terrible facts from his mind for a moment.

"I'll give you 15 minutes, so wash up, change clothes, and assemble in front of the dining hall."

"Yes, understood!"

Roberto and the other soldiers, no, future Rothschild family spies, started running straight out without even chatting.

They were too exhausted to have any energy to talk, but.

Time was very tight even for pouring well water, wiping their bodies with wet towels, and changing clothes.

So during training, they don't have any stray thoughts about family or anything else.

'If you're late to meal assembly, it's at least an hour of guerrilla calisthenics.'

Everyone desperately washed, ran, and arrived on time for assembly.

"I wonder if we'll really die before we even start the actual work at this rate."

As soon as they arrived, the instructors led Roberto and the others to the dining hall.

Smiles were on all the trainees', no, students' faces.

Because if nothing else, the food was really delicious.

Roberto's mouth watered.

"Everyone takes trays and bowls and lines up in two rows to receive food. If anyone eats as soon as they sit down saying they're hungry like some idiot did a few days ago. That bastard will spend a hot night with this instructor after the meal is over."

A hot night doesn't mean doing things men shouldn't do with men, of course.

It just means doing full-body twists on the field under the moonlight while others are resting after eating, finishing mental education, and writing letters to their wives or families.

Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps all over.

'For the first week, we were worked to death even on moonlit nights for all sorts of reasons...'

They had ignored discipline and control like when they lived in the slums before.

They didn't make a fuss demanding alcohol and money like before, but they violated rules like not making noise.

As a result, they were ordered to do punishment exercises at night by Lieutenant Lupo and other instructors.

Some guys fearlessly protested and made a fuss, but…

Ten guys were instantly subdued by Lieutenant Lupo, who was old enough that it wouldn't be strange if he was lying in a coffin he made himself anytime.

And they were rolled around to the point where they wondered if people really don't die from this.

"They were only rolled to the brink of death."

If it really seemed like someone might die, the instructor would pull them out to rest, and if there was even a little room to squeeze more out of someone, they were made to choose between facing the stick teacher or running.

While reminiscing about the past, Roberto naturally found himself sitting down.

Lupo, the director and instructor of this training center, shouted in a loud voice:

"This food was made using the Rothschild baron family's assets for us, so we will eat it gratefully without leaving anything!"

"We will eat gratefully!"

Roberto looked at the food placed before him.

Stew with a good amount of chicken, white bread made with flour, baked beans made by frying meat and beans, etc.

It was precious food that could only be eaten when big requests were finished when living in the slums.

But here, this comes for three meals a day every day.

The training is honestly so hard he wants to escape several times a day, but...

'Without the Baron, could we have eaten like this every day?'

It would have been absolutely impossible.

And from now on, his family, and himself too, can eat meals like this every day if they just follow the Baron.

Roberto ate all his food without leaving a single drop of soup, with a grateful heart.

Usually after meals, there would be instructions to return for personal maintenance and rest, but today there were no instructions to return even though the meal was over.

After meals, unless someone did something really wrong or there was something really good, they almost never take away their rest time...

'Did something happen?'

"Everyone attention!"

At those words, everyone's gaze turned towards where the instructor was.

"I just received joyous news! Roberto, congratulations."

Roberto was bewildered hearing the sudden congratulations.

"Huh? What happened?"

"Your wife is pregnant, I hear. I sincerely congratulate you on becoming a proper father."

The instructor patted Roberto's shoulder.

Tears poured from Roberto's eyes.

Born in the slums, he thought he'd live a life just rotting in the gutter all his life, but thanks to Baron Rothschild he could live a completely new life.

He thought he'd never have a chance to hold his own child in his life.

"Is it really true?"

"It's news directly from the women's association. And this is a letter your wife wrote to you herself."

Fabio tied the wives together in a 'group' just like the spies here.

While various restrictions are imposed on the spies, the wives are just ordinary civilians, so tying them together as neighbors in the same area under the name of a women's association is all that's done for protection and security.

Since no difficult duties are given to the women, they're actually all welcoming having many friendly neighbors.

"Read the letter later, let me congratulate you again."

Tears flowed endlessly from Roberto's eyes.

When living in the slums, he wasn't in a position to have children, and marriage was something he couldn't even dream of, just living day by day doing bad things.

But at the same time, he was worried.

After giving birth, it would be hard to even move for several days, and if he wasn't by her side, there would be no one to help.

But he couldn't desert from the training center either...

'What should I really do about this?'

Thinking deeply, it was joyous news but also a mountain of worries.

"And don't worry about your wife being alone. The women's association will help, but the Baron will pay special attention."

Strictly speaking, Fabio doesn't personally pay attention to each family of these agents.

However, Fabio created new systems in the family for them to benefit.

"One chicken will be provided once a week, and other side dishes like eggs will be given. Also, when giving birth, a midwife trained at the Medici Hospital stationed in the village will directly assist with the delivery."

Although he was just a poor person, Roberto was someone who belonged to an information guild.

So he knew very well about Medici Hospital.

'Even nobles have to wait in line, they say.'

A midwife trained at such a place will directly help with the delivery?

Roberto, who had only lived as a mere poor person, felt dizzy.

"After childbirth, a maid will periodically go to help with various foods and housework until she recovers her strength."

Although it's just a maid, she's just a widow, not the kind of maid who serves nobles.

"They say they'll even give seaweed which is good for postpartum recovery. So don't worry about your wife. They'll take better care of her than if you were right by her side looking after her."

"Thank you!"

Lupo lightly hit his head and laughed heartily.

"It's grace bestowed by Baron Rothschild. What did I do? This guy, you still need more mental education."

"I'm sorry!"

"If you're sorry, does training end?"

"No sir!"

Usually these words are said when scolding, but.

Both of them were laughing with genuine joy.

"During mental education today, I'll be watching you with both eyes wide open, so act accordingly."

"Yes, understood!"

"Good, then if everyone's finished eating, prepare to go straight to mental education, dismissed."

**

Sebastian brought the expense report for the spies and asked:

"Baron, is it really okay to spend so much money on those guys?"

80 people were brought from the thief guild, and the maintenance cost per person is over 2 gold coins annually.

2 gold coins for ordinary employees is definitely not a small amount.

"Sebastian, loyalty can be bought with money."

If you pay 2 million won a month and tell them to work overtime, that's being the worst kind of bastard.

But if I was getting paid 2 million and they raise it to 5 million in exchange for some overtime, would that look like being a bastard?

It might be hard in the moment of working, but they can be satisfied receiving compensation for how much they're grounded.

'I heard professionals have a vague concept of weekends.'

But why do you think those gentlemen try to maintain that position for life?

"The information our spies bring won't be worth just 2 gold coins."

The Rothschild family obtained information about the Battle of Waterloo 'days' faster than others in a situation where they were almost bankrupt.

Then they gathered every last bit of soul to make a lump sum and spread false rumors in London that Napoleon had defeated the British army.

The price of British government bonds plummeted beyond rock bottom to the bottom of the Thames, and they bought it all up.

A few days later when the correct news was delivered, they sold it all and raised the family that was about to go bankrupt to become British tycoons and even 'hereditary barons'.

They gained a foothold to become the shadowy rulers of the world.

That's how precious information is.

"To make money, you shouldn't spare any investment. Invest when buying things, invest when selling so customers are satisfied. You have to treat the people who are the subjects so well that they think it's not a waste to die for me."

Of course, when a company has difficulties, the first thing they touch is labor costs.

But we're in the midst of growing.

"The training is over now and the spies have been deployed in the field? But one's already been caught."

I do have the favor of the Duke and Emperor.

But my current position is like a young member of parliament increasing his value in the ruling party.

For the Sforza ducal family, which is practically the opposition party, the bigger my position grows, the narrower their place becomes...

'It's natural for checks to come in.'

"Call Chris too. It's time to really start running wild."