Chapter 49: Delivery Wagons
Pops supervised the apprentices and Journeymen for a few hours, as there were no orders for Master crafted weapons at the moment, and then went to collect lunch for himself and Dominic, who was still mumbling about spears in his sleep.
The lucky oil bucket in question was sitting next to the forge in his room, still laden with mana and suspiciously shiny. Pops kneeled next to the bucket for a closer look and realized that he had dumped a bit of core dust into the oil for added effects, and then included some of his own mana to improve the efficiency.
It was a devious measure that he wasn’t sure even the old armourer had fully appreciated.
"Dominic, wake up, it’s time for work." Pops shouted from right beside his bed.
"Five more minutes, I paid for the full night." he mumbled as he snuggled deeper into his pillow.
"They’re going to take your oil bucket if you don’t get up." Pops tried.
That made him open his eyes a bit, and magic flared at Dominic’s fingertips before the bucket seemed to disappear as the stool shifted across the floor, and his eyes closed again.
"Did you just cast invisibility on the oil bucket?" Pops asked.
"Sleeping. I’m sleeping." Dominic complained as he slowly realized that it was Pops speaking, and that he wasn’t at a hotel with soft beds.
He rolled to an upright position, then stretched his arms over his head and rolled his neck to get the stiffness out.
"It’s not invisibility, it’s just a minor illusion, I made it look like the work stool. Serves them right if they sit in the bucket." Dominic grumbled.