Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

When Logan thought of Hamar, the image that typically came to mind was a roughly ironed linen outfit with a leather vest worn over it, and artisan gloves worn to prevent injury. But now…

“Hahaha! Master, it’s been almost 8 months since we’ve been to Taren, how do you find it? Have I not changed splendidly?”

Even disregarding the other dwarves and escorting knights he brought with him, Hamar’s visage, smiling with his chubby, rosy face, was quite unfamiliar.

He was dressed neatly in a red silk garment with yellow pumpkin buttons, something usually worn by noble families of the kingdom.

It was an outfit that did not at all suit a craftsman, but perhaps a wealthy merchant.

Logan’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly—he had just been expressing utmost satisfaction with the changes in Taren.

Startled.

“What, what is it? Master, why are you looking at me like that? I did a good job! What! Why?!”

“Yes, you did, but…”

“Why are you making me anxious? If you have any gripes, just say it quickly!”

“You did a good job… but are you not working anymore? Your clothes don’t have a speck of dust on them.”

“The very idea! There are now 1,103 dwarves in our workshop! Triple that for human craftsmen! And why would I still need to work myself?!”

That’s true but…

‘Why do I feel uncomfortable at the thought of Hamar resting? Is this some sort of reward psychology from continually being called a devil master?’

With a snicker.

He laughed at his own selfish thought, yet Hamar, catching a glimpse of this, twitched once more and shouted angrily.

“Just so you know, I tailored this outfit myself, from the cutting to the buttons! It didn’t cost a dime!”

Oh dear.

Even his clothing was self-made.

With all his previous work, he could afford to buy some off the shelf.

‘I should treat him better.’

With that inner resolve, Logan patted Hamar’s shoulder.

“Who says otherwise? You did well.”

“…?”

“Let’s take a look inside the workshop. Lead the way.”

“…Really?”

“Of course, why would I fake a tour?”

“No, I mean, you’re really letting it slide… Hrrm, no, that’s not it. Well then, I shall guide you myself, having designed it all, from the entrance.”

“Good. And the mines too.”

“Ah! Right, the… we started mining a few days ago!”

“Then we should hurry and see.”

The slave and his master both turned, each slightly tilting their head.

Something that should’ve been done but wasn’t, left a vague and uneasy feeling.

Though they did not realize it themselves, it was the first time they had reunited after months without immediate trouble.

Perhaps that’s why, after walking in silence, Hamar hesitated several times before quietly admitting.

“I… I saved a lot on the construction expenses, so I bought some silk and pumpkins for the clothes.”

“…Huh?”

“I have a few more sets. But really, I saved a massive amount on construction costs!”

“…Craftsman’s salary increase: cancelled.”

“Why, why?!”

“You’ve just confessed to embezzlement.”

“But, but I saved that much more… Wait, wait a minute? Did I even have a salary before?”

“That’s why it’s cancelled.”

“Why?!!”

Logan chuckled and after a lengthy back-and-forth, he agreed to pay Hamar the same monthly wage as the head administrator, Dwein.

Of course, there was a separate calculation for the performance bonus, considering their contributions and efficiency.

‘I must take proper care of my people.’

With that thought, Logan smiled contentedly as he watched Hamar turn away with a beaming smile and light steps. But his smile didn’t last more than a few hours.