The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 53 The Instigators.

When the workers heard that Isolde intended to reduce their wages, they were immediately struck with panic and anger. It was peak harvest time, and they were working tirelessly every day. Their pay was already low, and now, to have it reduced? They saw it as an outright exploitation by the employer. The workers began to raise their arms, calling for a confrontation with the mistress of the manor

Estella watched the growing anger among the workers with satisfaction. She raised her hand to quiet them, then spoke in a loud voice, “Everyone, calm down! Ono has already found a better place for us. The pay there is the same as here at Montlins Manor, but they serve meat every other day. “If anyone wants to follow Otto, please register your name. Then, we’ll go to Isolde to settle our old wages, and we can leave together.”

The workers, who had been laboring under the harsh conditions with little to look forward to, were instantly drawn in by the promise of meat. At Montlins Manor, it was rare to even see meat on their plates. The thought of having it regularly made the workers exclaim. “I’ll go, I’ll go!”

Estella grinned as she observed the shift in the workers‘ emotions. She turned to Randy and said with smug satisfaction. “See? Once we go demand our wages, let’s see how she’s going to pay us.

“Even if she does have the money, what will she do when the workers are gone? Will she cry over the loss?”

But Randy wasn’t so optimistic. He knew what Isolde was capable of. Yesterday, he had witnessed her dark intent firsthand when she tried to drown Michelle in the reservoir.

The malice in her eyes wasn’t something an ordinary woman would possess. And on top of that, she had Oliver backing her.

“Won’t Oliver help her out?” Malik Curtis, the steward, asked the question that was plaguing Randy’s mind.

Otto quietly moved to the back of the group and spoke grimly, “Yes, it’s Oliver, but this manor is an internal matter for the Duke’s estate. How can he intervene? If the workers want to leave, even Oliver can’t stop them unless he wants to tarnish his reputation.”

He knew the noble class would never interfere with matters within someone else’s household, especially when it came to private affairs like this.

In the main hall, Vincenzo rushed in and bowed, “My lady, Otto and several of the stewards are stirring the workers, getting them ready to leave the manor.”

Isolde, holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold, took a slow sip, completely unfazed. “It’s not a big deal. The workers want to leave, but they need to settle their wages first. Their pay is calculated quarterly.”

Vincenzo raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s the plan?*

Isolde set down her cup, her fingers lightly tapping the table as if preparing for battle. She looked at Vincenzo with a calm, determined gaze. “Let the workers come. I’ll gather them; they won’t come on their own, but I’ll make sure to meet with them.”

way, how many workers are there at the manor?”

the other room. You can take a look, Isolde,” Vincenzo replied. “As for the workers, I’m not sure, but Otto is keeping track. You’ll know once you look at

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ledgers from the past two years. There are some account entries in

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tight with several locks. I had to pry

Isolde asked, flipping through one of

the workers, registering the ones who want to

Isolde smiled faintly. “He thinks I won’t dare to get rid of them, so he’s using this opportunity to weed out anyone who

watching her closely. “But… Isolde, do you understand

too busy learning literature or poetry. A ledger was filled with complex figures and could be hard to decipher

and picked up another one from the box. She flipped through a few pages, then looked up at Vincenzo. “Do you know what the

coins a month,” Vincenzo replied.

the expenses listed here show five hundred coins

Otto and the stewards eat that

month, including meals. During harvest time, the pay would rise to at least one thaler. If the work was particularly strenuous, they might receive even

paid much attention to the money, since she

ask about all their benefits, including meals,” Isolde said, her eyes flashing

and went to

heard about the mutiny yet and stood awkwardly, sweat–drenched and smelling of earth and sweat.

his hands, his palms caked with dirt.

Isolde asked