The time for slacking off is always short.
Wanting to get off work early, Horn forced himself to tear his eyes away after watching for a while, still a little reluctant.
Watching the ry Court Barracks being built was just like when he used to play city-building games; his favorite thing was always watching a city slowly take shape.
It's just that in reality, a city's construction, compared to a game, is so slow it could give you geriatric disease.
Sitting back down at the desk, the clockwork engine fan in front of him whirred, blowing over damp air with the tang of grass.
Horn tidied the desktop, pulled out the unfinished files, and continued reviewing them.
Ever since a complete paperwork-processing system had been set up, for similar types of government business, Horn usually only needed to lay down the general policy; the Imperial Cardinal Conference could then come up with quite decent handling suggestions.
