Capítulo 5: Abel Carriers [3]
The land of the Carriers family was not an ordinary territory.
There were only fields and mansions near the capital.
The location conditions were extremely good, but there was no one living there except for the workers who worked here.
However, the field was much larger than an average baronial territory. Moreover, it was extremely fertile. It made no sense for such a land to produce so little.
As I looked around the site, I quickly identified the problem.
The outskirts were almost abandoned, and there were 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 were not good.
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 provided."
"Then what if room and board are not provided?"
"I don't know exactly, but it would be around 2 Ceylon."
"Haa!" I let out a deep sigh.
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 and workers salary starting this month."
"...yes?"
Deacon Miller Xavier's brow furrowed mercilessly.
---
Miller Xavier, the butler of Duke Carriers, has 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 than unexpected.
"The salary per worker is 4 Ceylon, 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 reserves.
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 has seen similar scenes countless times.
So, he can't help but think of 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 baron was being scolded in a cool way."
"He's giving me 4 Ceylons every month? Oh oh! Oh God!"
"Hehehe! I will give you all my loyalty, Your Majesty!"
Voices of praise continued to rise from the barn where the workers lived.
However, Deacon Miller Xavier shook his head.
He wondered if this was a good thing to do. If there is no strong control, workers tend to become lazy or run away.
But the owner of this mansion went one step further.
"Deacon Xavier."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Take it and put it in the barn. From today, workers will work in that order."
A neatly drawn line on paper.
The names of the workers were written in a row there. However, Miller had no idea what it was used for.
"What on earth is this?"
Abel answered Deacon Miller Xavier's question as follows:
"The work schedule. Please change shifts on time like this."
Miller Xavier just blinked his eyes.
It wasn't his intention to rebel. However, one serious problem was discovered.
"Yes, Your Highness the Duk, But...."
"Why but?"
"The workers don't know how to read and write." Then an even more absurd sound was heard from Duke.
"Anyway, they just need to know the letters on the table, right? Teach them."
"..."
Deacon Xavier was truly at a loss for words.
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