The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1461 421: Kind-Hearted Princess Aileen (5)

The once bent spine straightened again, and he let out a hoarse cry like a drake whose neck had been grabbed.

"Your, Your Highness! Your orders do not comply with the laws of the Duchy! I am his employer, and I have the right to decide my employees' wages and whether to continue employing them!"

"Silence," Theresa glared at him and shouted harshly, "Ungrateful fool, can't you see Her Highness is saving you!"

Horace: "I am perfectly safe!"

Theresa: "..."

That fool who forgets pain once his scars heal.

She wished she could grab his neck, throw him back into that shabby office, and watch him scream like a piglet.

Of course, she knew that wasn't the solution.

The Princess came here to solve problems, not create new ones.

"That's enough, Theresa."

Seeing her subordinate wanting to say more, Erin raised her hand to stop her and then calmly looked at Horace, saying, "You just reminded me that my approach might indeed be improper."

Horace was initially stunned, not expecting the respected Her Highness to admit a mistake, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

However, before his joy lasted long, Erin paused for a moment, then continued.

"Once a Prince told me that a King should solve everyone's problems, not just the problems of one person or one factory. I had proposed to my brother to address this issue, but despite his usual decisiveness, he hesitated on this matter, thinking the timing wasn't right..."

"But I want to say, now is the time to do it; if we continue to delay, more and more people like you will sell their souls to the Devil."

"Sell, sell to the Devil?!" Horace's face turned as white as paper, his lips involuntarily trembling.

This is a serious accusation.

And...

Is it necessary?

Erin's expression told him, indeed it is.

Most Campbell people live on their plots of land, unaware of the tragic events happening in the neighboring Twilight Province.

Without the Demon King's corrosion, without the invasion of Chaos, yet everyone there seems to have turned into demons, slaughtering each other in the cruelest ways, devouring one another.

The Campbell Duchy must take this as a warning.

The land protected by the soul of the former King must never be tainted by impure blood!

Erin's young face was marked with unprecedented determination, she paused, announcing in a solemn voice.

"From today, Thunder County will implement a minimum wage standard; all employers in Thunder City must hire employees with a monthly salary of no less than 2000 copper coins, and no employer shall arbitrarily dismiss workers unless there is a voluntary agreement or significant misconduct. If they must be dismissed, compensation should be paid based on work time."

"Secondly, all employers in Thunder City must allocate ten percent of their monthly income into a public account monitored by the City Hall, serving as the Workers' Protection Fund. Any worker who loses their job can receive up to three months of living assistance from it, and any worker unable to work due to occupational injuries will also receive medical compensation from this fund."

"The specific details will be announced tomorrow, it will be known as the 6th Act of the New Industrial Zone."

"Or rather, the Labor Law."

Since the establishment of the New Industrial Zone in Thunder City, most of its citizens have enjoyed a decent life, she had no doubt she was doing the right thing and felt proud of it.

However, she also knew, a significant portion of people still lived in deep water and scorching fire, struggling below the level of survival.

Especially those farmers who lost their land due to the nobles' land enclosure.

They didn't voluntarily gain freedom, but were forced to leave the land where their families lived for generations, driven away rudely by the Lords with whips.

She once felt deep remorse for this, falling into long-lasting depression.

Luckily, when she was at her lowest, letters sent from afar by Mr. Colin accompanied her unfailingly, guiding through her troubles, pointing her to a bright path—

What tempts people to sell their souls to the Devil is not money, not a scepter, nor stupidity, shortsightedness, or anything else.

But unrestrained desire.

And power!

What she must do now is precisely this.

In the name of the Campbell family, she will confine unrestrained desire and power into a cage named Order!

Horace felt an explosive thunder in his mind, as if the Light of Praise had cleaved over his head like a sword.

Watching the returning soldiers and the dispersing crowd, he screamed in despair.

"Might as well kill me! If you really intend to do this, my textile mill will have to close tomorrow!"

"Then close it!"

Mounted and riding away, Erin did not look back, only threw a cold remark over her shoulder to Horace.

"I will not allow anyone to oppress my people under my watch."