The Mech Touch novel Chapter 3362

Chapter 3362: Investiture

Objectively speaking, making a masterwork mech was many times harder than making a masterwork crown.

The two product types were incomparable in terms of scale, complexity and resource investment.

The bigger and more difficult an object, the harder it was to make a masterwork out of it. That was the general rule.

This was also why masterwork starships and masterwork space stations were practically unheard of. While it was technically possible to make them, the fact that the CFA didn't even put any effort into making them was enough proof that it was too impractical to chase after these unicorns.

Then why did Ves possess a lot of confidence in his next two projects?

It was because he was a mech designer.

As much as he enjoyed the process of making a masterwork crown, this was ultimately a side project to him. He did not intend to specialize in making crowns at all. His interest in them would not last forever and it was conceivable that he would quickly lose his passion for crowns over time.

"It doesn't matter if I dabble in other product categories for a time, but I will always return to mechs in the end."

He was already itching to apply all of the gains he made towards his upcoming expert mech design projects. The Bulwark Project and the Chimera Project were both close to completion, but he still had the urge to apply some changes to insert more of his own style into them. He had made too many compromises that reined in some of the more extreme aspects of these designs, and that was not optimal as far as he was concerned.

He could think about that later. First, he needed to wrap up this enlightening session with his host.

After Rion and a couple of other faceless dwarves confirmed without a doubt that Ves had made a masterwork crown that already possessed legendary properties, they all moved over to the throne room.

The decor was still as drab and martial as before. The gunmetal grey bulkheads and the various banners hanging over their heads did not convey a sufficient amount of grandness to the ceremony that Rion insisted on holding.

However, a better venue wasn't available at the moment. The Iron Emperor would be a fool to travel to the Uriburn Province and enter the true throne room of the Vulcan Empire.

With his own state burning all around him, Rion had already made his decision to get away as quickly and quietly as before. He had already implemented plans to evacuate his core group of loyalists from Smiling Samuel a long time ago, so there was nothing tying him down to this wretched state.

As a result, Ves found himself compelled to take part in a shabby but important ceremony.

He had suited up in his Unending Regalia again. His antigrav backpack came online as well in order to help him cope with the heavy gravity that was affecting the rest of the ship.

Saint Yila Mayorka had already flooded the entire dwarven frigate in her domain field again. The ace pilot's omnipresent will and presence paid close attention to both Ves and the crown that he was holding between his gauntlets.

The dwarven emperor's Praetorian Guard all stood at attention as they left open a path to the throne.

"You may approach." One of their officers instructed.

Ves slowly stepped forward. His metal boots clanked softly against the deck as he did so. Even though Saint Yila clouded his spiritual senses with her powerful force of will, Ves could still judge that every single dwarf in this compartment paid close attention to him at the moment.

No. That wasn't quite correct. They were all staring at his crown.

If Ves could straighten his back further, he would have. He felt inordinately proud and satisfied for capturing the imagination of the dwarves. The crown possessed a special charm to their kind that a human like Ves would never be able to experience.

The crown gave the impression that anyone who wore it possessed the unquestionable right to rule over the dwarves. This was a deliberate psychological suggestion that Ves had programmed into the object in order to facilitate Rion's purpose.

It looked as if he did a good job of implementing this idea. Only Saint Mayorka possessed the will and discipline to maintain a sober and even suspicious attitude towards the crown.

When Ves reached the foot of the steps, he stopped because a pair of armored guards had barred the way forward. Their black rifles crossed against each other as if they formed a gate.

Ves looked up at the giant armored form that had seated itself on the throne.

The Iron Emperor looked more dignified than normal. This was an important day to him. Not only did he reunite with 'Vulcan', but also managed to persuade him to craft the symbol of authority that he so desperately needed to change the trajectory of the dwarven species!

"You may ascend."

The crossed rifles retracted, allowing Ves to climb up the bare metal steps as if he was a supplicant.

The journey was slow, silent and solemn. Even though this ceremony was so shabby that Ves didn't see the point in holding it, the dwarves didn't think this way.

They all treated this moment as if it was the culmination of their greatest dreams. Though Rion had secretly been recognized as emperor, the title was largely empty if he didn't rule over a corresponding empire.

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