fynovel Chapter 12 Serving the Master
Chapter 12 Serving the Master
According to the work point system set by Richard, everyone would receive a certain number of work points as long as they worked according to the regulations each day.
Building walls is a form of labor.
The same applies to farming.
Wade was assigned to cultivate the more than 100 square meters of fields and did not participate in building the wall, so why did he get more work points?
of course.
This has nothing to do with "fairness".
In the minds of the serfs, this word was completely foreign to them.
The lord can reward whomever he wants; they have no right to question the lord's decision.
Their curiosity stemmed from wanting to know what special thing Wade had done, hoping to see if they too could receive extra work points.
...
Wade cleared his throat, a smug look on his face.
"That's different!"
"The land that the master made me cultivate is nothing like the dilapidated land I used to have."
He lowered his voice and, under the expectant gazes of the crowd, added mysteriously:
"That's a field where the master has cast a life spell. It matures in just a few days, and the crops that grow there easily produce life-giving food. Ordinary people aren't qualified to grow it!"
"It's only because the master approves of me that he put me in charge of farming!"
The crowd erupted in a frenzy, with gasps and exclamations rising and falling.
"Magic Field!?"
"No wonder we can plant directly without resting or tilling! That explains it!"
Several young serfs stared wide-eyed; they had only heard of legends of magic, but had never seen it.
I never imagined that the lord could use magic to farm; it's truly amazing!
"My God, Wade's luck is incredible!"
"Absolutely! Wade is so lucky to be able to cultivate the magic fields for the master and earn extra work points!"
Listening to the constant praise from the crowd, Wade's face glowed, and he straightened his back considerably.
He waited until the murmurs subsided before dropping the final bombshell.
"Let me tell you another secret: the master said that if you accumulate enough work points in the future, you can become a free citizen!"
These words were like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the already lively atmosphere!
Some people gaped in disbelief, some rubbed their ears vigorously, and others trembled with excitement, their eyes even turning red!
Free people!
That was a status they could only dream of!
It's a fantasy that only exists in countless dreams!
In this rigidly hierarchical world, serfs were born the property of their lords and were enslaved for generations.
To become a free citizen was harder than climbing to heaven; many people toiled their entire lives but never escaped their status as serfs until their death.
And now...
Mr. Richard was actually willing to give him a chance!
"By the Goddess of Light!"
An old serf with gray hair knelt on the ground, looked at the sky, clasped his hands together, and cried out in excitement.
"My whole life..."
"Is it really possible to regain freedom!?"
"I will strive to live, and serve Lord Richard with my life..."
The other serfs were in no better shape, all shouting excitedly.
"I want to accumulate work points too! I want to be a free citizen!"
"Lord Richard must be the Apostle of Light, handpicked by the Goddess of Light!"
"Even if I become a free man, I won't go anywhere; I'll serve Lord Richard for the rest of my life!"
Cheers and vows echoed across the wasteland.
The numbness and despair that came with us have long since vanished, replaced by unprecedented fervor and hope.
They surrounded Wade.
They chattered amongst themselves, asking more details about the magic field and the free people, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future.
If we truly become free people...
Were they the first people to be conquered by Chiffon?
You can move around freely...
You can live for yourself...
people...?
...
Richard had just shared the sour horse meat soup with Carl and Owen when he added the ingredients back in and stewed another pot.
Hearing the cheers coming from outside the wall, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Karl's face was also full of admiration.
"My lord, you are truly wise."
"I have never seen serfs so excited, they are like impetuous young men preparing to marry their brides."
"With that kind of drive, the wall should be built much faster."
Richard was in a pretty good mood too.
Manna...
There has to be something to look forward to in order to live a better life. By setting Wade up as an example, there's no worry that others won't be willing to work hard for him.
...
...
That night.
The ink-black cloth, dotted with stars, slowly covered the chiffon wasteland.
The wind swirled dry grass and debris past the base of the newly built stone wall, making a soft "rustling" sound, which, mixed with the crackling of the campfire, became the only background noise at the campsite at this moment.
The serfs lined up along the base of the wall, with thick stacks of dry hay beneath them and cowhides that smelled of mutton covering their bodies to ward off the chill of the night dew.
A bonfire blazed brightly in the center of the camp, its orange-red flames casting flickering light on everyone's faces.
No one spoke.
Even turning over was done very gently.
The nine guards were divided into several groups and paced back and forth along the wall.
Not far from the wall, Dayun lay sprawled on the edge of the field, like a large truck that had stopped running, but its tractor-like snoring could be heard from a great distance.
It's there.
Even the most timid serfs no longer feared the wild beasts of the wilderness.
Even so, no one was sleepy, and their eyes were all fixed on the large tent behind the campfire.
At the entrance of the tent.
Eight slender figures stood side by side.
These are young female serfs that Irving selected, who are somewhat attractive.
They were all seventeen or eighteen years old, but life had already worn away their naivety, and their palms were covered with calluses of all shapes and sizes.
His skin was a dark brown from long-term exposure to sun and rain, his cheeks were sunken, and his eye sockets had a tired, malnourished bluish-black tinge.
They nervously twisted the hem of their clothes, almost tearing holes in their tattered linen garments.
The only visible part of his body was his pair of bright eyes.
—They are all filled with anticipation for their destiny.
because...
My lord is choosing a maid!
Female serfs had more freedom options than male serfs, and a common one was being bought by free men to work as nannies.
If someone has an exceptionally outstanding appearance, the manager will assign them to another position.
Want to become a nobleman's maid?
Not too possible.
Because they had not been trained and were not as good-looking as the daughters of free people.
Maids in the castles of great nobles were usually daughters of lesser nobles who had no right to inherit the family business, or daughters of merchants.
First, they know basic etiquette, so there's no need to teach them anymore. Second, their parents use them as bargaining chips for politics or to curry favor.
Female serfs would only be chosen in special circumstances, such as when there were no other suitable candidates, like Richard.
of course.
Becoming a nobleman's maid has many advantages; not only will you have no worries about food and clothing, but you will also receive a generous salary.
So the eight female serfs watched the handsome master pacing back and forth with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation...
...
Richard walked by with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the girls in front of him.
There was no deliberate nitpicking.
However, their situation is somewhat lacking.
Yes.
He had only one requirement for the maids: they had to be beautiful!
After all, they were serfs and had no experience serving others. If they didn't look at people's faces, what else could they look at?
Let's see who has more calluses on their hands.
Don't make trouble.
...
Before long, he made up his mind.
He slowly approached the two girls on the far left and spoke softly:
"You two, go to Karl's and each get a cream cake and smoked meat, then go back to your bunks and rest."
The two girls were stunned, seemingly unaware that they had been eliminated, until someone next to them gently nudged them.
He then hurriedly bowed and left, looking somewhat bewildered and disappointed.
After they left.
Richard didn't keep them in suspense and smiled calmly at the remaining six girls.
"You all stay."
"Walk."
"Come in with me."
After saying that, he turned and stepped into the large tent.