Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 204



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204. This is what happened when I served the president who was a total idiot and had only one voter.

Our boss, who loses all enthusiasm if he doesn’t meet women, is loafing around in the office during meetings without even showing his face, fearing that someone might think he’s a slacker.

But, contrary to his appearance, this person had quite an intellectual hobby.

[Do you know what you need most when working?]

Okay, okay.

The boss turned the cube around and asked questions.

He didn’t look particularly focused. The boss seemed to be just solving the cubes without thinking.

But I could tell by looking at the cube that fit together perfectly every time I moved my hand.

It’s not that I’m stupid or uninterested in company work, as people at work say.

The boss was a sinister man.

He was a man who constantly scribbled down notes of murder, even while acting like a gangster and laughing like an idiot.

At first glance, he seems generous enough to seem like a pushover, but he’s actually the type to keep it all in his heart.

I’m talking about someone who draws a line and lets it slide without even giving a single warning, and then immediately punishes you the moment you cross the line.

[The ability to consistently push things forward. Secretary, what do you call this in secretary terms?]

[It’s called perseverance.]

[Perseverance. Yeah. Hehehe… It’s such a trivial expression, but it’s easy to understand.]

Okay.

The president, who had fitted all the cubes together, threw them away as if he was tired of them.

[My family calls him Gi-gae.]

[That’s a fancy expression.]

[If you believe you are right, you have to push through to the end. Regardless of whether you take responsibility for failure or pass it on to others, you have to push through to the end to gain experience…]

The reason the president kept saying things like this was simple.

[…he said.]

The boss started glancing at me with his eyes wide open.

[secretary.]

[…]

[Why did you warn me not to use the corporate card?]

[Boss, there may be a controversy over unfair dismissal.]

[I know. I’ve been leading the company for several years. That’s why I gave you a corporate card.]

This guy.

He committed heinous acts with aplomb when he drove out employees he did not like.

The main trick they do is to give you a corporate card for work use and then find fault with the card usage history to frame you for embezzlement. They also steadily plant a false image and perception before that.

And you’re really making yourself feel like you’re being generous.

They constantly make people think that they don’t know, and then they just wait for them to loosen up and touch the company’s money. Or they use people around them to blow the wind.

Of course, the labor attorneys and the Ministry of Employment and Labor are keeping an eye on it, but since it is embezzlement in name only, the CEO will not forgive it and will call in a dedicated lawyer. Then, the bloodshed begins.

They take thorough revenge on employees who report or object, using dirty methods.

They use the excuse of a drawn-out trial and settlement without any reason to block the employee from seeking employment or working for another company. Naturally, when the employee, tired of this messy battle, throws up his hands and declares surrender, they pretend to be lenient and forgive him and drop the lawsuit.

The boss didn’t even glance at me anymore.

He looked up at me as I stood there still, his eyes half-open and his gaze strangely glazed.

[secretary.]

[yes.]

[Are you measuring my spirit with your grit?]

I looked those eyes straight in the eye.

I answered face to face.

[yes.]

The boss didn’t get annoyed or angry after hearing my answer.

[Hehehe….]

Rather, there was no irritation, just pure joy.

The boss clasped his hands together and smiled as if he was really happy.

[Then the secretary will have to work harder.]

I still don’t fully understand what that laughter meant.

I just chewed on it.

A resignation letter that I was contemplating whether to submit or not…

[Is that okay?]

Let’s postpone it a little bit.

***

The change for our Duchy of Powis was just beginning.

Of course, using both customary law and church law as a shield and spear, the judicial apparatus for exercising fair and equal justice, the diocesan Synod and its subordinate inspectors, and the militia for maintaining public order to protect the inspectors, began their full-scale activities.

The establishment of a colonial office to resettle the influx of refugees and vagabonds to undeveloped areas in the frontier to develop new farmland and strengthen the power of the frontier and fortify it.

A large-scale squire education program that borrows the reputation of Terveir, who does not go to the battlefield, to accept countless noble children as squires and instill loyalty to our Powis family.

I’m not saying that these three things aren’t important.

It was a story about how I had carried out tasks as important as the three I mentioned above.

The fourth major one.

It was about building a safety net for the various social problems that would arise from the refugees who would flock to our Duchy of Powis.

In this regard, I sought the advice and cooperation of not only Éthelred, but also Gaitan, Oduard, and the three Counts Fairson.

What I was trying to start by seeking the cooperation of the three counts and the vassals under Powis was a kind of self-government system… To put it nicely, it was a self-government system, but in reality, it was the introduction of a system of collective punishment.

Ethelred, knowing the nature of the matter, refused to negotiate directly.

Instead, he volunteered to stand by and scribble down notes, but I couldn’t bother Ethelred any longer, who cared deeply for his subordinates, so I left him alone.

“Unassimilated refugees can turn into bandits or vagabonds at any time. However, if we reject them from the beginning and turn a blind eye, they will become a cancerous entity that must be eradicated. The reason I have called Sir Aethelred and you is to find a way to resolve this.”

“We will listen to your subtle plan.”

After amassing considerable wealth through the salt bonds, Oduard became my faithful servant.

Unlike Peasun, who looked at me with displeasure, and Gaitang, who looked around with anxious eyes, he would even pretend to die if I told him to.

“I plan to work with the Colonial Office to help them build self-governing communities in areas that need reclamation. Of course, that will require a lot of resources and manpower.”

The reason I called Sam Baek-jak was because of financial and human support.

Of course, Count Fairson, who looked like he was going to lose money, firmly expressed his intention to refuse.

“Huh… Your Majesty, I understand your noble intentions. However, I have already donated a considerable amount of money to the Order of the Knights of Dorre, so I doubt I can bear that burden.”

“This is not something I do simply out of concern for public safety. I have a proposal I would like to make that will be beneficial to you as well.”

“Profit? Can a bunch of homeless, wandering beggars be profitable?”

Look at the snail.

What kind of nonsense is that to say to the unfortunate people who suddenly lost their homes? I raised my hand, internally criticizing Count Peathun for being bereft of sympathy and pity.

It was time to discuss true business ethics with people who were only blinded by immediate profits.

“What is the true intention of commerce?”

“What the heck…”

“I give something to the other person in exchange for something I need. Isn’t that a transaction?”

Yes, that’s right.

This is the reason why trade was bound to flourish throughout human history, and it is the reason why humans were able to suppress other animals and develop intelligence and civilization.

That’s because they could fill in each other’s shortcomings.

Now, what the people flocking to the Duchy of Powis need most desperately is a peaceful life free from the threat of death.

“Let’s set a uniform upper price for all the goods brought by refugees on the condition of establishing an autonomous community and buy them all. There must have been goods they brought with them while fleeing. If we can buy them all at the same price, we will be able to make up for the loss.”

“…!!!!”

“Those who have no property are obliged to serve the lord who provides them with economic support as tenant farmers or serfs for a certain period of time in return for receiving food rations… Wouldn’t that be enough?”

– It means that you can show off the miraculous alchemy of turning inedible things like jewels and ornaments into daily necessities.

“Yes. Your Majesty, aren’t you a religious person? Isn’t this too much for desperate people…?”

Gaitang, who had been crouching down timidly, objected.

“Hmm. Does that mean we serve without any reward?”

My daughter, Oduar, who is sensitive to profit and loss, immediately took action to suppress it.

“There will come a time when food will become more scarce. There will come a time when even if you bring a handful of gold, you will not be able to get a loaf of bread. Before that happens, do you still criticize the realistic and generous measure of your subordinates to pay the price first?”

“but.”

I fully understand Gaitang’s warm-hearted perspective.

As a modern man with advanced ethical awareness in the 21st century, Count Gaitan was a great lord with considerable patriotism.

It would be a pity that this dog would have been more highly appreciated even though it wasn’t just a thorge of the elves.

However, Bishop Powis, who was fair and balanced between reality and ideals, had to make a different choice.

Here.

“In the first place, allowing the refugees to form an autonomous community is an unprecedented condition.”

Go by the rules.

“…”

“We promise them food and land reclamation in return for granting them a certain degree of freedom, responsibility, and rights. Of course, we will also ask them to swear allegiance to His Highness the Duke of Powis.”

It was at this time that Ethelred, who had been silently watching and scribbling down notes, took on a sad expression.

I didn’t miss Ethelred’s little mumbling.

“You’re asking too much of these poor people.”

“…”

okay.

It’s called an autonomous community, but it’s actually a type of collective punishment system.

This was a measure to force them into undeveloped territory using the autonomous community as bait for them, who would be destined to fall into the lower class if they dispersed, and then hold them accountable if any of the refugees turned into bandits.

They are sent to the front lines to stabilize other territories, develop undeveloped lands, and fortify the frontier….

but.

“Instead, we promise them the protection of the Church.”

“?”

“I want all of you to recognize that as long as they respect the authority of His Majesty the King and observe the customary and canonical laws, they will be under the protection of the Church.”

I take responsibility for sending them to the front lines.

I glanced over the three hundred works and offered both suggestions and warnings.

“I, Bishop of Narva, hereby promise them life.”

I’m telling you not to just eat the spoils and then throw them away.

Benefits and risks.

The three counts hung these two on a scale and began to worry.

Of course, the outcome was predetermined.

“Tsk. It’s much better than a horde of beggars flooding into our territory. I will accept your offer.”

Count Peathun was afraid that the refugees would threaten the stability of his territory.

“We have some food left in our territory. Since Your Majesty has guaranteed it, we will actively… help you.”

Even while watching my every move, Gaitang was chasing sympathy and pity.

“They’ll need salt too. Hmm, maybe someday when they build a nice village, we can continue to trade to our mutual benefit.”

Oduar voted in favor, revealing his ambition to create a completely new market himself.

Since the three counts had agreed, there was no lord who could become the focal point to vote against this policy.

And all these policies and measures were preparatory steps for the final fifth.

By morning, four of the five principalities of the Isles had already fallen or converted.

Bartline is virtually destroyed, Penrad suffers from the aftereffects, Yuvas is split in two, and Nevar shows signs of colluding with Ise.

In this situation, if we can maintain order and stability without paying attention to the chaos in the surrounding principalities, that will be legitimacy.

When everyone chases the goblin, you will wear the true crown.

After sending the three counts and Aethelred away.

I took out the object I had loved and hated so much from the office of the cathedral.

A sword wrapped around an anchor in the shape of a semicircle.

A seal ring symbolizing the fallen kingdom of Lavanstar.

An object I never wanted to see again returned to my hands through the pagan warrior Ariava.

Labanstar.

It was a name I wanted to erase from my mind.

I’ve always hated and cursed that name, but now it’s a little different. I finally have a place to put my long-awaited return to use.

I clutched the seal ring in my hand and vowed.

If there must be a king in this land, if someone must be king, I will not allow an unfit man to wear the crown.

The king is my choice.

I deserved it.

As the chosen one of the stars of humanity, Lux Stella, and the last king to lead the fallen kingdom…

“…”

…as the son of a lowly serf who had suffered invasion.