They paused their actions, stood up straight, and looked at each other.
Among this group of Free People, a tall and burly middle-aged man turned around.
His gaze swept over Gavin once again, and he asked.
"Are you the lord of Morgan Town?"
Gavin stared at the middle-aged man in front of him.
"I am not."
As soon as Gavin's voice fell, the middle-aged man's voice followed up.
"If you're not the lord, why meddle?"
"We're hired to work!"
"The Boer Merchant, who hired us on behalf of the lord, told us clearly."
"The lord hiring us will not provide us with food or shelter."
"However, we can get one-tenth of the crops harvested each day as payment."
"Moreover, the Boer Merchant never said anything about restricting our working hours!"
"So, as long as we're willing, we can work as long as we want!"
Gavin's eyes narrowed, his gaze shifted, scanning the Free People behind the middle-aged man.
He noticed that those Free People had faces full of mocking amusement.
