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Chapter 123: Labor Standards Act [3]

The establishment of the Ministry of Labor and the promulgation of the Labor Standards Act were carried out quickly. Because the governor's reputation was so high, the law was easily established.

Most workplaces, including construction sites, factories, and farms, readily accepted it. At the same time, when it was announced that a vocational school would be established, the atmosphere was rather welcoming.

"Do you guys know that?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you go to the bulletin board of the Governor-General's Office, you will see the tax receipts and disbursements ledgers posted in their entirety."

"Huh! You're going to make it that transparent?"

"In addition, the support plan for the training field is also included."

"With all this passion and dedication, who would oppose it?"

Most people reacted like this.

There was no significant opposition from the native nobles of Deliat, either. This was because the governor's trustworthiness was so great that it reached the heavens.

But the nobles who came over from the empire were different.

"If it's the Duke of Carriers, isn't he the one most favored by His Majesty the Emperor?"

"But why is he making policies that are disadvantageous to us?"

"Something feels strange. You followed me all the way here, but you didn't even call me once."

"You don't think we are imperial nobles, do you?"

"That might be true. I heard he was originally a very shy person. I heard he doesn't even throw parties."

"This doesn't seem like the time to be doing this. Shouldn't we convey our intentions?"

"Okay."

They sent dozens of petitions, but there was no response from the Governor-General.

The Ministry of Labor was established, and labor inspectors visited every workplace. Naturally, dissonance was bound to erupt at this point.

"What are you saying now?" Viscount Mason Hubert asked with a flushed face. The young official dressed in black answered with a blank expression.

"I just asked to see proof that the farm workers were paid their wages."

"Why should I give something like that up?"

"This is a necessary procedure for labor supervision and investigation. If you continue to refuse, we will have no choice but to enforce it."

"What? Hey, listen! Get these guys out now!"

A group of people rushed out at the loud shout. They were private soldiers loyal to Mason Hubert. In many cases, ordinary vassals did not have separate fiefs because titles were mostly given to a count or someone who worked as a royal official.

But in vassal states like Deliat, the story was different. Here, he had the same authority as a count. That's why he could have dozens of elite soldiers and knights.

However, the labor inspector didn't even bat an eyelid.

"This act is treason. Are you not afraid of the wrath of the Governor?"

"I only follow His Majesty the Emperor's orders. No one can interfere with the land He has given us!"

"Your sophistry is very strong. Didn't you receive the farm you secured in Deliat from the previous governor? In return for your lobbying?"

"How insolent! What are you doing?"

As soon as Viscount Hubert shouted, the soldiers moved.

They were an elite force, well-equipped with weapons and armor.

Cheers! Cheers!

The training conditions also looked very good. If things continued like this, it seemed like the managers would be in big trouble.

But it was at that very moment that the labor inspector, who had been looking around with indifferent eyes, blurted out a word.

"Do you get paid to work?"

"… … ."

The soldiers who had been rushing forward slowed their pace. Soon, they started glancing at each other's faces. Honestly, they were curious about how much each person was getting paid.

But under normal circumstances, they wouldn't have been able to ask.

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"The average wage in Deliat is 4 shillings a month. It has risen quite a bit, hasn't it? It is the result of the Governor's generous investment. But do you get paid that much?"

"Well, we're going to borrow weapons and take care of our accommodations here."

"According to the Labor Standards Act, high-risk jobs must be equipped with safety equipment. In addition, all compensation must be paid in cash. Is this being properly observed?"

The faces of the soldiers changed mysteriously. Isn't this like kicking away the country's attempts to protect their rights through the law? Soon, everyone's eyes turned to Viscount Hubert.

"Your Majesty."

"What are you doing instead of cleaning up those guys?"

"Will you take care of our wages?"

"… … ."

Mason Hubert was speechless. Of course, he was planning to replace their compensation with accommodation and equipment rental fees as he had been doing so far. Then, anger filled the soldiers' eyes.

"Hey, I shouldn't have done this kind of job!"

"Didn't that guy just say that? He says he'll get paid 4 shillings a month no matter where he goes."

"I don't know why I'm doing this kind of private work."

Clank! Clank!

The soldiers began throwing away their weapons and taking off their armor. Eventually, they went to the labor inspector and complained about their grievances.

"What happens to the money I haven't received yet?"

"After the Labor Office reviews it, we will do our best to help you receive it. Just tell us the period of time you worked and your name."

"Oh, thank you!"

The labor inspector, who broke the soldiers' will to fight with just a few words, approached Viscount Hubert and extended his hand.

"Now give it to me. The ledger."

"Fuck!"

Mason Hubert, his anger reaching the top of his head, spat out a torrent of curses. Similar incidents were happening all over Deliat.

The imperial nobles, soon hit by the hammer of the Ministry of Labor, gathered their strength.

"What should we do?"

"We need to come up with a plan quickly. If we continue like this, we'll end up paying a huge fine."

"Are you crazy? Punitive damages? And they want ten times the amount of the unpaid amount."

"This can't go on like this. Let's all go together."

"Where?"

Mason Hubert paused for a moment and spoke with a solemn expression.

"The palace."