Carmen was still settling in to the new accommodation that was provided for the bishop of his cathedral. Running water was not something many had encountered before the swarm, even his parents hadn't despite being royalty. Though that wasn't the strangest feature, which was a room designed to polish people aimed at other species for whom that was more appropriate than the air dryer provided in his bathroom.
One of the benefits to the tutorial was the proof of existence of the gods of this world. Each had set their tithes then left the clergy to their own devices but knowing that Drath could contact Carmen with objections to the direction he was taking the church increased his confidence that he was doing it right, he hoped never to be reprimanded and that the channel would be used only for emergencies.
Still, across Principality the clergy reported to Carmen and if one of them made a mistake it was his duty to fix it before their god had to step in. This applied regardless of the lower ranking cleric's faith, a cleric being a generic term for a member of any clergy at any rank applying from lay preacher to pope. He was assured that he would be alerted in time to intervene by the vast majority of the pantheon.
Back to the topic of his palace, with no need for a dedicated servant to run water here and there, the kitchen was much more efficient, allowing the cooks to focus on preparing the meals while they had a dedicated bus boy to tend the dirty pots and pans with a second dedicated to crockery and a third for cutlery. It was truly a luxury, especially with the core of the palace providing the raw ingredients.
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They were servants, not slaves, so they had to be paid but that was automated by the core which doubled as a bank. They had a salary measured in copper anchors, with one anchor being defined as the value of spending one day on dangerous labour, those who worked in the kitchen were automatically paid such a rate, due on the first of the month in arrears. It was taken from Carmen's own account which was similarly automated and funded from the money which belonged to Drath.
It was planned that the mint for the new coins would be part of the harbour dungeon in Fleet but that was still being set up by the elf the gods had appointed to run it. The Kingdom would similarly have silver sails, worth ten anchors and gold ships, worth one hundred anchors.
Carmen still wasn't familiar with every room in the palace or all the new staff, the only thing he was sure of was that Drath had approved all of them personally. Not all of them were human and that had been rare before but all of them had chosen their forms. The strangest beings were those newly risen to sapience, especially the quadrapeds such as the horses and dogs. It had shocked him the first time an animal had addressed him as "Your Grace" which was certainly a title he had earned when he was in the clergy of the previous world's god of undeath but which he'd had thrust upon him in this by the choices Drath had made. Maybe a ride would be in order once he was finished though probably best to get to know the horses properly now they had worthy minds of their own and were on the palace payroll.