But the total population of Morgan Town is only around three or four thousand people.
Among them, there are various workshops and Free People employed by other manors.
The salary of a follower is no different from that of a craftsman.
The reason hundreds of people can be recruited is that the status of a follower far exceeds that of Ordinary farmers and craftsmen.
Just as Ackman was pondering while walking into the reception hall on the first floor.
A slightly young voice entered his ears.
"Heard some new goods have arrived in the town?"
"New goods? Really?"
"Of course itâs true! The lordâs territory is not far from Morgan Town, and Morgan Town is just that big!"
"Whether itâs true or false, just ask any of the colleagues going in and out of town to find out?"
"Thatâs right!"
"Itâs a pity we donât know when the master will go to town! Otherwise, Iâd definitely go and test the waters!"
"You think you can? Letâs not mention your capabilities, but how could the newly arrived goods allow you to try first?"
"Yeah, the goods with good looks would already have been taken by those merchant Manor Lords."
"By the time itâs our turn, only the less desirable ones are left."
The young manâs voice rang out again.
"Then you just donât understand. The good stuff is naturally taken by those masters and rich men, but for whatâs left, as long as youâre willing to spend money, isnât it easy to obtain?"
"An Ordinary courtesan for one night costs two pence, you give her four pence, and sheâll naturally let you explore as you wish!
"She might even actively cooperate with you, letting you spend a comfortable night."
"If youâve got the money, you could even arrange for a courtesan you like to serve only you every day, itâs entirely possible!"
Listening to the words of the young man, the followers standing guard at the door showed expressions of anticipation and yearning on their faces.
They were originally the most grassroots Ordinary people, and apart from providing for their families, their only hobby with the money they earned was brothels!
Standing at the back, Ackman heard the young manâs words and his eyes lit up slightly.
He instantly combined the young manâs ideas with recruiting followers.
Spending money on courtesans and spending money to recruit followers, arenât they exactly the same?
As long as youâre willing to spend more money on the salary of followers, wonât you be able to recruit more followers?
Instead of the original two or three pence per day salary for followers, give four or five pence!
He didnât believe he couldnât recruit more followers.
Besides, Master Aiden just said it himself, regardless of what method he uses.
Spending a fortune on recruitment is naturally one of the methods.
Thinking of this, Ackmanâs heart eased a bit, and he cast an approving glance at the young man.
Thinking quickly, Ackman walked towards the few doorkeepers standing at the entrance.
The followers, who were quietly chatting to relieve their boredom, immediately shut their mouths upon hearing the footsteps.
Ackman spoke: "You can chat, but donât disturb the rest of the lord and lady in the manor."
"Otherwise, if Master Aiden asks for accountability, I canât protect you."
The followers gratefully said, "Yes, Chief Attendant!"
Ackmanâs gaze shifted to the young man who had been talking eloquently about the way of the courtesan.
"Whatâs your name?"
The young man hurriedly responded, "Chief Attendant, my name is Gasper Nicholson."
Ackman nodded and continued, "Gasper, from now on, youâre my assistant as Chief Attendant Ackman, and you wonât need to do door guard duties anymore."
"You just need to follow me every day."
Gasperâs eyes widened instantly, and he said in surprise, "Thank you, Chief Attendant!"
His body almost bent to a ninety-degree angle.
The other followers nearby, upon hearing this, were full of envy in their eyes.
Although they worked in shifts guarding the gate.
But a shift was for an entire night, plus the night was still cold.
Nightwatch wasnât easy.
After becoming Ackman, the Chief Attendantâs assistant, Gasper no longer needed to do nightwatch.
He could even go to rest in the followersâ quarters after Master Aiden and Chief Attendant Ackman took their rest.
With the change in job nature, Gasperâs status also rose!
Seeing Gasperâs expression of joy, and the envious gazes of the other followers.
As someone who had been promoted from a follower to Chief Attendant by Aiden, Ackman felt a sense of pleasure.
Ah, so this is what exercising power feels like!
The fate of the followers under him lay entirely at his whim.
Heâs just a Chief Attendant and already feels this way.
How much more power does Master Aiden, the Manor Lord, wield every day.
Ackman felt full of envy.
He pushed aside the increasingly irrelevant thoughts in his mind and continued: "Get some rest early. Tomorrow, come with me to Morgan Town."
Gasper had no hesitation, bowed and replied, "Yes, Chief Attendant!"
Ackman nodded, walking and patrolling around the manor.
After finishing his patrol on the first floor, he went to the second floor and continued his tour.
However, halfway through the second-floor patrol.
When passing Justinâs room, seeing the partially open door, Ackman went in without hesitation.
The sounds he overheard outside Aidenâs room had long piqued his curiosity.
Only a few minutes had passed.
Justinâs low, suppressed voice emanated from the room.
Until an hour later.
The sounds in the room gradually ceased.
At this point, Ackman had buried his head deep in front of Justin.
Then.
Justinâs soft and intermittent voice spoke: "Iâm pregnant."