The Guards each took one of the rifles, then loaded a bag full of lead shot.
"Good work, Master Smith. These will serve beautifully to clear the path." One of the Royal Guards commended.
Dominic just tapped the Apprentice level Trade Skill Core in his bracelet and bowed in appreciation. Flattery would get you far in the world, and the Royal Guard wasn't above making friends with a promising Royal employee.
Especially one that the Princess favoured.
Dominic had no idea what sort of intelligence they had gathered during the last day, or what they had even been doing, as he hadn't stuck his head out of the forge wagon.
But what he did know was that he still had over half of those Ogre Cores sitting in his storage cube, along with one spare rifle, and a bit of time to work on more gear to improve his Smithing skills.
With the windows of the wagon open, it wasn't quite so stifling in the forge.
