Ves patiently spent two more hours viewing all of the biomes and exhibits that Wexal Park had to offer.
He pretended to be captivated in the beauty of the light of the aquariums. Different shades of light shone over the waters, causing the fish and other sea creatures to look more colorful than they already were.
He made all of the right noises as Trisha led him to a special chamber which simulated the conditions of space in order to offer a friendly living environment to tiny astrobeasts the size of fingernails.
He even showed interest in the icky insects that were crawling their way through the tunnels of giant terrariums. The different species of insects had been warring against each other since Wexel Park came into operation. The soldier creatures fought and died while their queens bred more and more replacements by laying lots of eggs.
At the end of the tour, Ves pretended to be a little dissatisfied. "It’s a shame I haven’t encountered anything that resembles a mutated beast."
Trisha smiled back in an apologetic fashion. "This is the usual state of affairs, Mr. Larkinson. We constantly try to identify any mutants as quickly as possible in order to isolate them. The biomes cannot guard against every newly-developed ability, so it is irresponsible to keep them here. We do not wish to subject our guests to any harm."
"That’s understandable, I suppose." Ves nodded and relaxed. "I guess I’ll stick to my original plan, then. I have quite a few gardens on my flagship that are awfully barren of wildlife. I’d like to purchase batches of harmless, exotic-looking creatures to populate these areas. I have made a few choices, but could you provide me with some additional suggestions?"
"Why certainly. That is what I am for. Please tell me your requirements and I shall make sure to point you to the right species."
They spent over half an hour on considering and selecting different species. With the help of Trisha, Ves selected several dozen individual creatures of every species, no matter whether they were natural or artificial in nature.
Ves made no distinctions in this regard. While he suspected that wild exobeasts had a higher chance of developing spirituality, he knew that artificial creatures also possessed a chance. Otherwise, Zeigra would have remained stuck as a dumb cat that could only threaten mechs with its physical prowess.
Along the way, Ves picked up a batch of arganids that he had previously eyed.
"These mammalian octopods are adorable.They’re like kittens with eight legs." He said. "Am I right, Lucky?"
"Meow." The gem cat responded flatly as he lay on Ves’ shoulder.
"So you agree! I’m sure they will provide you and your fellow cats aboard the Spirit of Bentheim with good company."
It was as easy as that for Ves to purchase a number of arganids without drawing any special attention to the creatures in question.
Ves did not let Trisha or the other staff of the park choose the specimens. Instead, Ves pretended to be a bit of a control freak and insisted on viewing and inspecting the data on every individual creature.
Out of a selection of hundreds of individual arganids, he picked out ten who were either younger or cuter than the a.d.u.l.t population.
The arganid with the crippled limbs happened to be among this little group.
When Trisha saw that Ves casually tapped his finger at the specimen’s profile, she made a remark.
"This individual creature is defective. According to the degree of inadequacies this male beast exhibits, we provide a 27 percent discount on the list price. Is this acceptable to you, Mr. Larkinson?"
If Wexal Park knew that this harmless-looking mammal actually possessed a spirit that almost matched that of a newly-ascended expert pilot, they would have never offered any discount, let alone sell the mutated arganid at all! The researchers working for the park would be crawling all over the poor creature in order to study the unique phenomenon further.
Ves did not reveal any of his excitement. He carefully suppressed his growing anticipation and merely waved his hand as if he didn’t care about any discounts.
This should be his natural behavior considering his status. Even if his clan had lost a lot of strength, his mech company was still going strong. After the LMC abandoned its operations in Coalition-aligned space, the Fridaymen had no means left to hinder its growing business activities!
While Ves was mindful of the fact that the Larkinson Clan was spending enormous sums of money on purchasing raw materials to build its mechs and other necessities, it was still remarkable how much money he had at his disposal.
Even if he had to save trillions of hex credits to fund the development of his expert mechs and the procurement of capital sh.i.p.s, no one cared if he spent a few hundred million hex credits here and there.
He bought way more animals from Wexal Park than necessary, but this was a small price to pay to keep his target acquisition as unremarkable as possible. The arganid would have attracted a lot more attention from the staff if he bought the undetectant mutant alone. Now that Ves had ordered hundreds of exobeasts and designer beasts at once, the chance of discovery should be minimal!
After making his selection of beasts, Trisha guided him to an office building where he formally signed a contract that set the transaction in stone. Ves transferred the necessary amount of money on the spot.
Even though he had to pay a bit more than the list price due to the need to convert hex credits to the local currency, Ves didn’t even look at the final price tag.
All he cared about was securing his little Arnold as soon as possible.
Yup. He already named the critter he had his eye on. Perhaps his naming sense wasn’t on point today, the name of the mottled grey creature was less important than his potential abilities.
No entity who developed spirituality was average. Not when they grew this strong.
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