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Such a boss returned after a long absence with 8,712 tasks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What might the subordinate’s feelings be at that moment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer can be read clearly in the expression of Shabin Emure standing before me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trembling hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes fixed in a rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Murderous intent...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could an ordinary person manifest such killing intent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have no idea, it’s utterly baffling...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I... I’m going to quit—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could finish that sentence, I hastily cut her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shabin! Calm down for a moment! Without you, our tribe would collapse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If one person leaving means collapse, wouldn’t it be better to collapse early?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not exactly wrong, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-Why say that between us? I’ve treated you well so far—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you mean I haven’t been treated well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not that...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ‘family-like culture’ is typical in small to mid-sized companies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I quickly discarded trying to persuade with loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know better than anyone how to solve labor shortages in such companies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To hold back those tired of a ‘family culture’ and planning to leave, moral appeals won’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Double it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Double?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, double the salary you’ve been receiving!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the shocking news of a salary increase, a slight crack appeared in Shabin Emure’s cold expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...That won’t change my mind—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here came the combo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not just talking about from now on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pay you double even for the time you spent struggling alone in the holy ground while I was gone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even an employee who’d lost willpower would open their eyes wide at such a performance bonus promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer immediately, seeming embarrassed, but her face showed complete disarmament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I stopped pestering and quietly gave her time, and slowly she spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I’ll do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny voice like an ant crawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I accept! The position of Chief Administrative Officer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shabin then shouted loudly like someone who had made up her mind, then blushed shyly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And added an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-Well... I’m also at the age to prepare for marriage now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unexpected reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just an age to prepare—quite late, in fact?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought she’d be almost forty in a few years...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In modern society, a late first marriage might be normal, but in this social era, it’s definitely late—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Amelia nodded as if agreeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At that age, it’s about time to think about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Good thing I said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chief Administrative Officer, Shabin Emure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, she truly earned the highest authority in administration and clerical affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have land I planned to sell next year. It might be a bit cramped, but it can accommodate these people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment she had decided to quit, Shabin seemed to have already prepared to house 8,712 refugees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The roof is an issue... but I have materials ready to quickly build a temporary cover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quickly? No matter what, it’s a lot of people. Can you really manage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Bjorn, you’ve been away a long time, so you don’t know... Barbarians are born workers. They might be better at labor than fighting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it sounded like pressing a button as the barbarian chief, I had to accept the results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like warriors who prove they’re worth a hundred men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Behel—laaaaaa!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warriors lifted giant logs with a shout and carried them alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Make sure the center pillar is well secured! Like our muscles!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building homes in the holy ground had become trendy, so they even had building skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not quite on par with dwarves, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! That’s crooked!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too much trouble—just set it up straight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it’s a limit of their nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dwarves’ meticulous craftsmanship in metallurgy and architecture is unrivaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fast, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the barbarians rushed the work; calling their speed ‘crazy’ wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, all the temporary shelters for refugees would be completed in a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Though if built hastily, they’d likely collapse in a year...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I realized one fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Barbarians are cost-effective...!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not just good—this is insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very, very cheap labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, physically able to do the work of several men alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And above all...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No complaints.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even exploited cheaply, they just accept it positively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had no reason to take offense at Shabin’s words about them being natural workers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, her praise was even insufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can say without doubt, barbarian warriors are the strongest laborers of this era—.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yandel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, when I was marveling at this new possibility, someone spoke behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Rotmiller?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long time no see. I wanted to visit earlier but you looked busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you in the holy ground?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I asked out of genuine curiosity, but Rotmiller looked at me as if he’d heard something strange and answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yandel, wasn’t it you who asked me to teach exploration techniques to the young warriors here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I really...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry. I’ve been too busy recently and forgot for a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to apologize, I understand. You’ve had your share of big troubles recently, haven’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I appreciate that, but anyway... Have you been staying here since then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unless I have business in the city, yes. Teaching the young warriors suits me and fits my nature.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not a joke. When they come back alive from the labyrinth and give me stones as thanks for my teachings, my heart fills with joy...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly Rotmiller trailed off and cleared his ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ throat awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahem! Anyway, I’m living a pretty decent life, so don’t worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, and recently I’ve had some time to help with administration after work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Administration...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emure struggles a lot. It’s hard to just watch a young friend struggle...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Shabin Emure is... young...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you know? She’s two years younger than me. Not that age matters, but she’s accomplished much more....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotmiller chuckled bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made a lightning bolt strike my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘...Could this be related to Shabin’s marriage preparation?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought so but didn’t do anything tactless like ask about their relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’ll handle it themselves—they’re not kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right, Yandel... Do you know what’s happening in Viphron? Everyone’s nervous but not showing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell you when I know. I have no information at the moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about 30 minutes of chatting with Rotmiller, Shabin Emure came looking for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bjorn...! Oh? Rotmiller is here too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good to see you, Emure. He finished the survey I asked yesterday and stopped by on his way to chat with Yandel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, really? The survey’s already done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No reason to delay. I know you’re busy, Emure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you always, Rotmiller...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shabin covered her mouth, smiling like a lady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Hmph, something’s definitely going on here.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My warrior instincts said so, but since it wasn’t my business, I changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shabin, why did you come find me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, my mind’s all over. Three letters arrived this morning. Three.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took the letters she handed me and checked; each had a different sender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One’s from the royal family, one from Melbes, and one from...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could this be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While pondering, knowledgeable Shabin added an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The seal means it’s an official letter from the races. Judging by timing, likely an invitation to the Racial Conference.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Racial Conference...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, right, there was such an event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Representatives of six races gather for a conference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I should have gone long ago but was trapped underground for so long, missing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did the conference happen while I was gone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. I believe it didn’t happen. The tradition is that everyone must attend to hold it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My question answered, I opened and read the other letters one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidentally, all contained official matters. Briefly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is it because I’m both tribe chief and baron?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Receiving such letters makes me feel like a high-ranking politician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Not exactly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shabin, after checking the senders and contents, exclaimed in admiration and muttered oddly to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly an impressive person to receive these...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like praise but also a jab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. Just amazed someone receiving these letters is right here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Suddenly shy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling awkward, I focused again on the letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, what do you plan to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do? You mean...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You got three invitation-like letters. Will you attend all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably. They’re all official matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then where will you start?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, that unfortunately isn’t mine to decide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s see, the earliest is...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I picked up one letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one is the earliest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invitation to the Multiracial Nobles’ Alliance, Melbes’s regular gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having returned to the city after a long time, there’s so much to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the most pressing issue among them is this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not originally planned as a quest, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Make money using the refugees living in the barbarian holy ground.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the refugees became my vassals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under royal law, vassals of noble families cannot hold side jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, secretly they might, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have to be careful not to give the royal family a reason to accuse me while employing all 8,712 for side jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If we’re to pay taxes next year, we need to generate profit somehow...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the biggest problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I were a great noble with businesses, I could provide jobs to them there, but I’m not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What to do?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprisingly, a clue came from attending the Melbes regular gathering just to report survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, the next agenda is about bidding on the reconstruction of Districts 7 and 13. As you know, the royal family announced they will select three noble companies to carry out the rebuilding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since huge profits are involved, many noble families will participate, and Melbes plans to select a family to support behind the scenes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To that end, we plan to participate in the bidding with the Count Goldbeard family, owners of several construction companies, and if there are no objections, we will hold a vote—.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I uncrossed my arms, which I’d folded to nap, and stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I object!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our family must win the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>",1692,"2026-06-05T19:33:18.084Z",1,"novelbin.me","dd8e7fba75159398fbced52ab01f85f26aff2001abd8a962d52a0abd46a2c210","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-635","surviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-chapter-633",807,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsurviving-the-game-as-a-barbarian-cover.jpg"]