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Chapter 100: Martin The Apprentice Tailor

A large notice was posted on the bulletin board of the Midias shopping district. The content was about recruiting tailors and seamstresses.

"It seems that Duke Carrier is up to something again."

"If you've ever handled clothes even a little bit, you'd think it doesn't matter whether you're young or old, male or female."

"Huh! What kind of hiring conditions are these? Then, wouldn't my wife or daughter also be able to pass?"

"Oh, I see. I'm sure anyone said it was okay."

"Ssup! But letting the women come is a bit…"

"That's right. Didn't the last human trafficking incident also use jobs as bait?"

"Hmm."

People's reactions were somewhat negative. It was because Skyler Sierra had caused such a big accident.

But public opinion quickly changed.

"No, but His Highness the Duke of Carriers posted it."

"I can trust him. Everyone is in an uproar because they want to get into the dukedom or Midias."

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"That's right. The accommodations are also very nice."

The jobs created by Duke Carrier were incredibly popular. This was because they offered shift work and significant benefits.

"When it comes to weddings and funerals, isn't it true that they even give bonuses? Only nobles and knights would turn down such an enormous benefit. "

"But I don't know how to sew at all, so it won't work."

"I can't help it. I have to tell my wife and daughter to go."

"It would be nice if the family could stay together in the same dorm. It's like sneaking in."

"Isn't that a bad idea?"

People immediately sent their families to the Duchy of Carrier. However, they were not able to be assigned a place to stay.

This was because one building collapsed due to the Margon incident, and there were so many workers. Although the result was disappointing, people were somewhat satisfied. If family members get good jobs, it will be much easier to make a living.

However, not everyone applied with only good intentions.

"Be careful not to get caught. If you do get caught, you have to deny it and say it has nothing to do with us."

"Of course."

"If you succeed, I will accept you as my official disciple."

"Yes!"

Apprentice tailor Martin nodded with a stern expression.

Since he had learned something from looking over his shoulder, he wouldn't be rejected from the job.

The key was how well he could figure out the fashion secrets of the Duke of Carrier.

Because the style of the high-ranking nobles and the royal family was originally of interest to everyone.

Cosette, the personal tailor of the Count of Arsenault, smiled rottenly.

"Haha! How stupid."

It didn't matter if he failed.

If he just drew the line and said they didn't know each other, that would be the end of it.

Whether he knew Cosette's feelings or not, Martin tied his brown hair tightly and strengthened his resolve. Whatever the secret, he would definitely find it out.

But from the moment he set foot in the Duchy of Carrier, his eyes widened.

"The floor… seems better than the capital?"

Martin lived in a run-down neighborhood on the outskirts of town.

Like other lower-class houses, it was a house with a piloti structure mixed with a barn. Whenever it rained, the ground would always get muddy, and the smell of excrement would numb his nose.

But what about here?

Even though it was just a street for carriages, the road was neatly paved. Besides, even though it rained yesterday, he didn't see a single puddle. It seemed like the rainwater had all flowed out through the long, dug drain.

Dagdak! Dagdak!

"Whoa! Whoa!"

As he was looking at the floor with a blank expression, he heard a loud noise behind him. It looked like a carriage was coming along a well-paved road.

Martin accidentally stepped aside, tripped on the curb, and fell over.

Kkudangtang!

"Oh my!"

"Hey, are you okay?"

The carriage stopped right in front of him. The coachman asked a question with a worried expression.

Martin jumped up, dusting himself off.

"Oh, yes."

"There is a separate sidewalk in the Duchy of Carrier. You must go only to the place where you are standing now."

"Yes?"

As he tilted his head at the sound he had never heard or seen before, the coachman burst into laughter. It seemed like Martin's reaction was quite funny.

"At first, everyone looks like that. But once you get used to it, it can't get any better. It's okay if the carriage goes by at full speed."

"Oh, I see. There's no need to bump into anything."

"Are you coming for an interview?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Get in. Since you're going anyway, I'll take you to your lodging."

"Thank you."

Martin sat beside the coachman and looked around the Duchy of Carrier. It wasn't as flashy as the downtown area of the capital, but it had a neat and stylish feel.

Everything, from the roads to the buildings, was neatly organized.

"Okay, come here. I hope you do well. Let's work together when we have the chance."

"Yes, take care."

Martin bowed to the coachman and entered the magnificent building before him. It felt like a territory administrative office.

But when he saw the crowd of people walking out, his thoughts quickly changed.

"Huh? Isn't this the interview place?"

He hurriedly grabbed a man and asked him a question, receiving an unexpected answer.

"That's right."

"But where are you all going?"

"I'm on my way to work. This used to be our dorm, but since there are so many applicants, we're using it as a waiting room for a while."

"Yes?"

He couldn't hear anything else.

Is it possible for a simple laborer's quarters to be this nice? The man replied with a sly smile.

"That's how it is for all first-time visitors. Okay."

People moved around leisurely, smiling.

They were obviously from the same lower class as him, but they all had a clear appearance.

The clothes they wore had a rough design, but the fabric itself was quite nice. After working under a tailor for a long time, only those kinds of things caught his eye.

Martin suddenly had this thought.

"Wouldn't it be much better to just get a job here?"

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"What the heck, all this stuff crawled in here?"

I weeded out those with bad conduct through interviews. It's not that I discriminate against people because they are from the lower class.

It's just excluding people whose status includes the words 'evil deeds.'

More than half of them fell at once, but it didn't matter. There are plenty of applicants anyway.

'But there's not a single person with the skill registered.'

When looking at the character information window, there were some people with incredible abilities.

For example, Princess Justia, who was called 'one with good fortune.' Kuro Allegan, who was entrusted with the top position, also had a skill called 'employee exploitation.'

The most recent thing I saw was a 'performance' by a vicious criminal named Basset.

Surely, there are some tailors with great talent. However, such people do not move easily.

Because the floor is so narrow, I might end up blushing. If your image gets worse, it'll be hard to get re-employed when you get cut.

"It's unfortunate, but there's nothing I can do. It's not like I necessarily need a skilled tailor."

Anyway, I was planning on having just a few suits tailored. The rest just need to be stamped out according to the specifications

It is the first time in the Empire of Empyre that a ready-made clothing business has been established.

'It's changing the paradigm.'

It didn't matter if a skilled tailor didn't apply.

I just have to pick someone who is good with their hands and teach them. I nodded toward Deacon Tobias Wilkin.

It was a signal to let the next interviewer in. Finally, a young man with a tense face carefully opened the door. The brown hair tied up in a ponytail somehow gave off a sophisticated vibe.

"Nice to meet you. Please have a seat."

"Yes? Yes."

But that was my mistake. Judging by his haphazard appearance, this man was not a skilled tailor. But just in case, I immediately brought up the character information window.

**<Person Information>**

**Name:** Martin

**Status:** Commoner

**Position:** Apprentice Tailor

**Relationship:** No acquaintance

**Status:** Somewhat nervous from unfamiliar espionage, amazed by the astonishing sight, and contemplating evil deeds.

**Skill:** Designer

**Overall Ability:** A

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'Oh?'

I let out a sigh inwardly. Because he was the best character I'd ever seen.

The words "I'm hiring you" almost came out, but I kept my mouth shut for now. The reason was that his condition was very suspicious.

'He came here to spy? But he's debating whether or not to do something evil. What the hell is this guy?'

Anyway, the interview had to proceed, so I asked some formal questions.

"Have you ever worked as a tailor?"

"I have learned it by looking over shoulders here and there."

"Have you ever tried making clothes yourself?"

"Yes, but I buy the fabric and sew the clothes for my family myself."

"So you're saying that you don't have any experience at all?"

"Yes. I'm working on this and that and buying tools. I'm trying to learn in earnest."

"If you get hired, you don't have to worry about tools. The factory will lend you everything."

"Oh! Is that so?"

Martin looked around with a smile. I've never had an interviewer do something like that before. Everyone was busy expressing their sincerity because they wanted to get hired.

But this guy was different.

He glanced around the inside of the accommodation and the view of of the Duchy of Carriers outside the window with interest.