The Numbers

They were now on their way to Helmarte Soap Works, which took almost an hour to get there.

And they arrived at the main entrance. The moment the two of them climbed down, Ernest was greeted by workers who were also entering for their shifts.

"Good morning, Master Ernest!"

"Morning, sir!"

"Good morning!"

Several workers removed their caps respectfully.

Others nodded as they passed.

Actually, the first few times this happened, it felt awkward.

Now he had gotten somewhat used to it.

Somewhat.

"Morning, everyone."

"How are things today?" he asked one worker carrying a crate.

"Everything's running smoothly, sir."

"Good."

The man smiled before continuing toward the production hall.

Victor walked beside him while observing the scene.

"You know," the older man said, "they genuinely respect you."

Ernest glanced toward the workers.