Chapter 149 - 128: Not Yet the Time
Noen stood in the wheat field, overseeing the slaves at work.
This had initially been his father’s responsibility, but in recent days Ibia and his father had to take a trip, so the task had fallen onto him.
Noen was a kindhearted soul, simply minded and not prone to cunning, being a slave under Casas’s care. Now, in charge of these working slaves, he would, at most, smash his whip on the ground for sound when he saw any of them slacking.
It was for this reason that the working slaves did not fear him but instead grew close to him because of his disposition, bringing him clean water or softened hard bread, which Noen, being too polite to decline, would invariably accept.
After a few days, Noen had become well acquainted with this group of slaves. During their free time, they would gather and converse, the slaves marveling at how such an old servant could have a son like him.
They knew that when Noen’s father watched over them, he never allowed them a moment’s rest; he would always find them something to do, even confiscating the wheat stalks they’d secretly hoarded from the harvest upon discovery.
Compared to having the old servant supervise, the slaves would much prefer the lordship of Ibia or young master Casas.
This father and son duo were famously lenient with their slaves.
After all, the Prime Minister’s family was not short on slaves. A little forgiveness merely meant using a few more slaves and also meant sparing themselves some concern.
The group of slaves treated Noen with great attentiveness and without concealment.
Soon, Noen learned something from them.