"Sir, they are all here."
At the Frost Country Daimyo Palace, a minister of the Land of Frost tremblingly handed a stack of documents to Enkō, then stood obediently to the side with trembling legs like a sieve, lowering his head to play the quail.
The pressure brought by the seemingly harmless young man before him was truly too great, and he was terrified that the youth would slaughter him on a whim.
Enkō took the documents and flipped through a few pages casually, his tone playful. "Are these your country's taxes and expenditures for the past dozen years or so? Tsk tsk, it looks clean enough on the surface, but in reality, you haven't leaked a small amount into your own pockets, have you?"
"Hehe."
The minister gave two dry chuckles; some things simply did not need to be said aloud, as everyone understood them implicitly.
Enkō put down the papers in his hand and spoke, "I'm not interested in what you used to do, but now, I have two tasks for you to handle. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"No... absolutely no objections!"
Enkō glanced at him and said indifferently, "Don't be nervous. If you do well, you might just obtain some benefits you couldn't get before."
Although he knew there was an element of drawing cakes to feed hunger, the minister still couldn't help feeling a flutter of excitement. At least he probably wouldn't have to die, and a bit more sincerity crept into his tone. "Please give your orders, sir."
Enkō raised a finger. "First, you should know where your Daimyo's private residence is. I will arrange a group of people, and you will lead the way to ransack the place."
"Ransack... ransack the house?"
"That's right. Since so much meat has gone into your