To be honest, there were plenty of people who did simple labor. You could always replace them, so why pay such a high price to keep them?
As time passed, Trevor only became more confused. No matter what he experienced, he couldn't understand Duke Carriers' thoughts.
Eventually, Trevor decided to go see him directly.
"Let me ask you just one thing, Your Highness."
"What kind of rudeness is this?"
Cordell McNeil blocked his path, but Trevor's eyes remained fixed on Abel. Finally, the Duke waved his hand, and the escort knight stepped back slightly.
"I won't give it back, even if you try. It's a game, after all."
"No, I didn't come here to place a bet!"
"Then what is it?"
"Why do you keep behaving like this?"
"This kind of behavior?"
"From the ridiculous shower rooms to the suits, overtime pay, and industrial accident compensation! If it's not an act, then what is it?"
