Chapter 159: Mistaken Expectations
Dominic shrugged. "I take it that the amount of magitech expected to be in a house does not warrant having a Techno Wizard on staff?"
Pops nodded. "Most definitely not. Plus, you’re a blacksmith. How much of the magitech can you not fix yourself? Bring in a standard handyman to fix plumbing leaks and change magitech lights or broken windows."
Dominic laughed. "You know, I believe that I may have been overthinking things. It’s not just any Manor, but my own. Thanks, Pops."
Miss Lucy rolled her eyes. "Men are simple creatures, are they not? I would have gone into so much more detail about what and why you should be cutting expenses, but it all boils down to ’because you can do it yourself’, doesn’t it?"
Pops shrugged and sipped his morning ale. "It’s a great cost savings to be able to do things yourself, and as a Royal Smith, or former Royal Smith if he gets a peerage after winning the contest to become the Princess’ betrothed, he will also have the status to sell crafted magitech and tools."
Dominic smiled. "Oh, that is a great point. A few hours in the forge every day will give some extra budget to overcome the shortfalls in the first two years."
It would also make it extremely inexpensive to equip the guards.
Pops left for work, and Dominic sighed. "You know, they’re going to fire me from the forge one of these days. I’m hardly there anymore."
Lucy laughed. "Just assemble a few rifles and turn them at the end of the day, and they’ll consider you to be ahead of half the staff in production. You’ve likely got spare parts, don’t you?"