Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

They claimed Duke Carriers knew everything.

'If that's true, then he's a god. It's all nonsense. This idolization has gone too far,' Trevor thought, shaking his head. It just didn't make sense.

"What if those thick-headed guys rise up in a group?" Trevor muttered.

Nobles often adhered to a policy of keeping commoners ignorant to prevent uprisings.

Only by keeping people unaware of their potential could they control them.

"Get up and get going, what does that mean?" Bernard asked, frowning. It seemed Trevor's muttering had hit a nerve.

Just as Trevor was about to make an excuse, a group of workers passed by. They greeted Trevor warmly.

"That's the new recruit who was said to be very strong."

"Thanks to you, it's been easier to gather materials. Keep up the good work."

"If you keep improving, you might get promoted soon. Stay motivated," they encouraged.

Trevor blinked, bewildered by the sudden praise. He watched them until they turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

Bernard's previously tense expression softened. "It's not as you think. His Highness and we have a relationship of mutual benefit."

"What do you mean?" Trevor asked.

"Hope and loyalty. Ask anyone here, and you'll get the same answer. All of us are ready to risk our lives."

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"If I die or get injured, His Highness the Duke will take care of my family until the end," Bernard said, emphasizing the last part.

Trevor still looked unconvinced. Gaining the loyalty of subordinates wasn't easy, and many people had tried and failed. A loose relationship of trust seemed bound to break at some point.

"If you keep doing that, you'll definitely get into big trouble," Trevor said, shaking his head as he walked unsteadily toward his quarters.

***

Able was sitting on the sofa in his office, reading a report. Since he had been away for so long, he needed to figure out how the business was going. But nothing in the report stood out as particularly special.

"Is this perfect?" he thought.

Beyond maintaining the status quo, the business was now in the process of developing its own momentum. The rules he had set were strictly followed.

For example, things like a certain level of employee welfare and strict work regulations. Able had insisted that no one should work without overalls and protective gear.

"The problem is that there are people I haven't interviewed," he mused.

In reality, there was no real need for these interviews since bad employees could simply be fired. He could view as much character information as needed from the management window.

However, frequent personnel turnover would only increase anxiety among the staff. It was more important to provide a sense of stability and set an appropriate example.

That way, the business would become a workplace everyone wanted to join.

In fact, it was already seen as such, but Able wanted the Duchy of Carriers to feel even more like heaven. After all, he had to be a role model for imperial society.

"I will definitely conduct interviews while I am staying at the mansion. Bring all the new talents you have," Able instructed.

"Yes, Your Highness. What about the people I selected while you were away?" Butler Miller Xavier inquired.

"You chose well, but please quietly let these people go. Their work attitude is not good."

"Haha!"

Butler Xavier burst into laughter.

Able tilted his head, wondering why he was laughing suddenly, and the answer quickly followed.

"There's a saying going around among the employees these days," Miller said, chuckling.

"What is it?" Able asked.

"That His Highness the Duke has surpassed the level of a saint and has reached the realm of a god. They are calling you a god in human form"

"Really?" Able responded, finding the rumor truly absurd.

Despite all his efforts, this still didn't seem right to him. It was just a story he heard, so why was he reacting so sensitively?

This was a world where, unlike on Earth, a real God existed, and priests could perform miracles by borrowing divine power.

"Besides, they have tremendous influence in this world," Able thought.

Only in the capital of the empire could one be overshadowed by the emperor's authority. In other areas, the clergy's prestige often surpassed that of the lords.

In some small western countries, rulers were even chosen by the church. With such a high status of God, what could anyone expect from Able?

"That's too much. Every rumor has its source," Able said, trying to dismiss the thought.

"We will strictly enforce the rules," Xavier assured him.

"How is he doing?" Able asked.

"Who...?"

"You know, the guy who came to do community service."

"Oh, you mean Trevor Warren. He's adjusting surprisingly well."

"Is that so?" Able responded, surprised.

He had sent Trevor to a logging camp on purpose, intending to give him a taste of hardship. But apparently, Trevor was doing just fine. Able had expected him to complain about having to do such work.

Noticing Able's puzzled expression, Butler Xavier smiled and explained, "He also has a pretty good reputation among the employees. Thanks to him, the work is becoming easier."

"Huh! Is this your calling?" Able said, slightly amused.

Trevor had always struck him as completely self-centered, but this was surprising. It was absurd, but Able quickly put Trevor out of his mind; he was too busy to dwell on someone like that.

"Are there any other agenda items?" Able asked, shifting focus.

"This is the last one."

"What is it?"

"This is a summons from the court."

"Huh?" Able was taken aback. He was the one and only Supreme Judge of the Empire, so who would dare summon him?

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For a moment, he thought it was a prank, but the court summons was genuine. Butler Miller Xavier explained the details.

(Please come back soon, Your Highness. I'm struggling with the many trials.)

"I don't want to go, but I can't refuse, can I?" Able sighed.

"Your Highness."

"Yes?"

"You should live a long life. You should work hard so that everyone can be happy."

Able looked at Miller Xavier with a dumbfounded expression.

Even his butler seemed influenced by the employees. Was there truly no way to avoid going to work?