This was ridiculous. After looking through the system shop, Nord did some calculations. He had around twenty guards under his command now. Just giving each of them a Machete would cost 400 Gold Thalers. A full set of equipment for one person would probably cost seventy or eighty gold coins. This was practically robbery. The system was a shameless profiteer. Nord silently raised his middle finger in his heart.
According to the system's setup, a twenty-man squad would cost roughly one or two thousand Gold Thalers. And it was not even top-tier equipment. Even if he had a mine at home, he could not afford to keep supplying them. A mine?
An idea struck Nord, and he hurriedly questioned Hansen.
"Hansen, if we found Iron Ore, calculate roughly how much it would cost to make one Machete."
Hansen counted on his fingers, a conflicted expression appearing on his face. He looked extremely troubled. Seeing this, Nord's heart skipped a beat. Was there another problem? Had Hansen not just said the cost was very low?
Hansen hesitated for a long time. Just as Nord was growing anxious, Hansen answered with an ugly expression and his usual simple-minded manner.
"Lord Nord, I can't figure it out."
"..."
Nord speechlessly rubbed the bridge of his nose. If he could not calculate it, then he could not calculate it. What was with that agonized expression just now? Who would have thought this thick-browed, big-eyed fellow actually had a talent for acting? Nord forcibly suppressed his frustration and helped Hansen sort through the Blacksmith Shop's daily expenses.
"First, ignore the cost of Iron Ore. You do not need to worry about the firewood for the furnace either. What remains is the Blacksmith Shop's labor cost, right?"
Hearing Nord's analysis, Hansen's face lit up with sudden