Abel Carriers [3]

The land of the Carriers family was not an ordinary territory. Only fields and mansions surrounded the capital.

The location conditions were extremely good, but there was no one living there except for the workers.

However, the fields were much larger than an average baronial territory. Moreover, they were extremely fertile. It made no sense for such land to produce so little.

As I looked around the site, I quickly identified the problem.

The outskirts were almost abandoned, and there were very few workers.

What good is it to have good land if you can't cultivate and plant properly?

I thought I knew why Tavion had gone to repair the fence.

He was scared and couldn't go far.

Additionally, the workers' complexions looked unhealthy.

It seemed like there was little food provided and a lot of work to do.

Well, there were only 50 people working in this large area. Even if it wasn't a monster, they could have died from overwork.

I shook my head with a long sigh.

Then the butler approached me with a worried expression.

"Are you okay, Your Majesty?"

"How much are the workers' salaries?"

"Salaries?"

I asked a question in a flowing tone, and the response was unusual.

For a moment, I thought I had done something wrong. After listening to the deacon's next words, I thought I understood why he was puzzled.

"It's 1 Ceylon."

"Yes? Isn't that the cost of food for a month?"

"Basic accommodations are included."

"Then what if room and board are not provided?"

"I don't know exactly, but it would be around 2 Ceylon."

I sighed deeply.

What kind of nonsense is this?

I make them do hard labor, but I pay them two silver Ceylon a month? For me, who had worked all kinds of part-time jobs, it was like a bolt from heaven.

Finally, I let out a word that was boiling inside me.

"Then we have to change it. I will raise your salary and the workers' salaries starting this month."

"...Yes?"

Deacon Miller Xavier's brow furrowed mercilessly.

---

Miller Xavier, the butler of Duke Carriers, had been out of his mind these days.

This was because the owner, who went to trial one day, changed drastically. It's clearly the same person, but the atmosphere has completely changed.

Moreover, each and every instruction was more shocking and unexpected.

"The salary per worker is 4 Ceylon, and it's already dizzying."

Currently, there are 50 workers living and lodging in the mansion.

Originally, 50 Ceylon was enough, but I ended up spending four times that amount.

It was an unreasonable amount for the operating expenses of the farm.

But I had to do it somehow.

The Xavier family has supported Duke Carriers for generations. Disobeying orders was unthinkable.

"But I guess it can be done somehow."

It was tight, but it seemed possible if we didn't leave any savings.

Deacon Miller Xavier let out a long sigh and concentrated on his work.

However, as soon as the next day came, he ended up fainting.

This was because Duke Carriers had issued a new order.

"We need to increase the number of workers. Recruit 50 more people."

"Yes?" he asked back with an absurd expression, but there were still more surprises left.

"Of course, we will give them the same salary."

"But our operating expenses are too low."

"How much do you need?"

"The wages alone will be short by 200 Ceylon per month. In fact, it is still a very unreasonable situation."

Deacon Miller Xavier closed his eyes tightly.

*'He's trying to kick me out.'*

What is the reason for such a difficult task?

*'He's probably trying to fire me with the excuse that I couldn't get the job done.'*

Miller Xavier had seen similar scenes countless times.

So, he couldn't help but imagine a future that is cut off in vain.

However, Duke Carriers' answer was beyond imagination.

"You have to say that right away. Please use my personal funds as much as you need."

"...!"

Miller felt like his mind was brightening.

Because something completely different from what he expected came out.

To give away one's wealth so willingly was something that could not have been possible based on common sense.

What kind of noble would treat their servants like that?

We live in a world where swearing and even stabbing people when they make a mistake are commonplace.

However, now the atmosphere of the mansion has begun to change rapidly.

Every time Abel gave a command, a storm began to blow.

"I heard that thanks to His Highness the Duke, the workers at Parviant Farm were relieved of their injustice."

"He even caught that baron's lies. Really! You should have seen the scene where the baron was being scolded in a cool way."