Greg, who had been worried, let out a sigh of relief. Michael continued, "Produce 5,000 spearheads and shields within a month. That should be manageable, right?"
Greg nodded confidently. While quality might have dropped after establishing the production line, the speed of manufacturing had increased dramatically.
"Later, I'll bring in high-quality iron. That's when I'll need you and the master blacksmiths to forge it yourselves," Michael added. "We'll be using those items for our own troops."
Greg's eyes sparkled at the discreet order. Supervising had kept his hands itching for work, so he was more than ready. "Leave it to me. I'm confident we'll do a great job."
Pleased, Michael patted Greg's shoulder and handed him a prepared bonus. Accepting the reward with a broad smile, Greg and the other blacksmiths felt motivated to push production even further.