Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Several months had passed since the transfer of ownership.

Perhaps the people who worked here weren't paid properly.

How was it still maintained like this even though the manager left a long time ago?

In the end, it meant that they did a good job.

"Just a moment."

When Abel approached them and suddenly spoke, their surprised eyes lost focus.

These people probably knew who he was.

They couldn't even make eye contact and simply trembled in anxiety.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to talk for a moment."

"Ha, please give your order."

"Are you the people who worked at this villa? How long did you work here?"

The employees exchanged glances before hesitantly opening their mouths.

The length of their employment varied.

But they had something in common.

At least 15 years.

The youngest boy's answer was truly impressive.

Wasn't this the story of someone who had grown up here since birth and had always worked here, following the adults?

Abel nodded quietly and asked another question.

"You managed the building for several months after the previous employee left. Why did you do that when you weren't even paid?"

"Well, that's what we've been doing our whole lives. And we wanted to look good for the new owner."

"But why are you leaving?"

"You brought a lot of workers. So, of course…."

"I guess you thought you would get cut."

"Yes, because this has happened often."

This was the villa district of Lake Berkal.

It was a place for foreign nobles.

If they had been working here for decades, they had probably seen a lot of employee turnover.

They probably knew they would be kicked out, so they tried to leave on their own.

But Abel thought differently.

These people must know everything about this house.

He immediately called up the personal information of the employees.

He looked through it all, and there wasn't anything particularly bad about them.

In fact, he actually liked them even more.

Maybe it was because the place they were born and raised in was a villa, but they all had a lot of attachment to it.

"You don't have to leave as long as it's okay with you."

"Yes? Really?"

"Okay. I will take over your employment. How much have you been paid so far?"

"If you calculate it as a monthly salary, it is about 8 koren."

Things were much worse here.

Because the original wage for a worker in the empire was about 1 Ceylon.

Even though the world was changing because of the Multi-Panel Group, this place was still the same.

It was a villa owned by the imperial aristocracy, so why was it like this?

Wasn't that obvious?

Was there any reason to spend so much money?

It just depended on the local situation.

But Abel didn't feel like doing that.

Loyalty originally came from sufficient compensation.

Of course, it was difficult to treat his employees equally from the beginning.

Because they hadn't been properly verified yet.

"From now on, your salary will be 2 goldens."

"Huh!"

The employees gasped and opened their eyes wide.

It was a happy and surprising moment, but Abel was left wondering why on earth things had been like this.

"The people I hire get a basic salary of about 6 goldens. Mr. Brandon over there gets 15 goldens. That's because he has been faithful as a coachman."

"…Ah."

"If you show the same level of loyalty and performance, you will be treated like a regular employee. Let's wait and see."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man standing at the very front shouted with a determined expression.

Abel pointed at him right away.

"What is your name?"

"This is Antwan."

Abel already knew, but it was just a formal question.

If he knew too much at first glance, it would seem weird, right?

"Very well, Mr. Antwan. From today onwards, you are the caretaker of this villa."

"I will work hard, Your Highness."

Antwan was unable to contain his overwhelming emotions and shed tears.

In fact, if their personal information had been bad, Abel had decided not to take over their employment.

But they were all pretty good.

Then, there was no need to kick them all out and select new ones, right?

"Can I go to work now?"

"Oh, of course. I look forward to working with you all in the future."

"Th-Thank you."

The employees dispersed with expressions of deep emotion.

Seeing how everyone was moving around on their own, it seemed like their duties were properly divided.

Abel looked back at Peltron with a pleased smile.

"Okay?"

"Ugh! This is it! This is it!"

As if the respect from the people had properly reached him, Peltron started waving his arms and legs wildly.

It was as if some kind of dance party was going on.

Then, the demon, who Abel had grown quite fond of, proudly stuck out his chest and said,

"Hey, Captain."

"Hey? Are you being a little rude?"

"Ahem! Your imitation is quite impressive. Did you want to be like me that much?"

What kind of nonsense was this?

What had he even copied?

Abel stared at him with a frown and suddenly remembered what had just happened.

"You mean gathering crows and bats together?"

It seemed there was a serious misunderstanding, but Abel had no intention of explaining it.

Who cared what this guy thought?

As long as the result was good, that was all that mattered.

Just as Abel was about to let it go, he heard something quite annoying.

"Uhehehe! I'm the boss now!"

If he just left it alone, it seemed like Peltron would crawl all the way to the top of his head.

In times like this, appropriate punishment had to be given.

"Abelyu's secret weapon. Swing the hammer!"

Baaaak!

For the first time in a long while, Hector the Punisher breathed fire.

Peltron was hit once and sent flying far away.

The boy flailed his arms and legs and shouted convulsively.

"Kueeek! What kind of hammer is this?!"

Abel shrugged slightly and turned away.

It was ridiculous to nitpick when Peltron didn't even understand.

It seemed that a decision on how to remodel the Duchy of Crawford would have to be made after Peltron's investigation was completed.