Dominic put the spare rifle in his storage cube and went back to milling the parts for tomorrow's orders. So far, everything appeared to be going well, and if they had finished arming the Regiment, then the front lines would soon be getting a reliable increase in firepower.
On the other side of the Palace, the Crown Prince strode into a meeting with purpose, not even caring that the door slammed open to announce his presence before the attendant was able to.
"Father, I have the information you requested. It is the Sorcerer making the rifles on his own. As you suspected, he has no issues comprehending magical blueprints. He just looks at them and makes the parts like any other common tool, except these are meant for war." He announced.
The King's advisors turned to him in shock.