"Don't get me wrong, Master Sivare. I appreciate and admire your designs." Ves clarified his stance. "These crown and hat designs look incredibly fetching to me. While I don't see myself wearing crowns anytime soon, I quite like the hats that you have designed. They're quite stylish and elegant depending on the specific design."
Ves didn't give the papers another look, though. He had already seen what Master Sivare could offer and he was not too impressed.
The Barachs did not expect such a reaction from the Larkinson Patriarch. Master Sivare was highly confident in his skills.
As a genuine master artisan, he recognized that the Larkinson Clan did not employ someone who was even close to his caliber. Any item of clothing that he designed off-hand was leagues better than the uniforms of the Larkinsons!
Though Master Sivare probably thought that he was being challenged, he maintained a cordial demeanor.
"I have carefully designed these headwear items based on your body and your recent ensembles. If you have different preferences, please provide me with your specifications and I shall draft a new article on the spot. It does not have to be a piece of headwear. I can design any type of wearable item including coats, rings, necklaces, shoes and combat armor."
Ves directed a smile at the Barach master artisan. "I have no particular desire to procure your services. No matter how good your designs can be, none of them will speak to me because they don't possess the property I value the most."
"And that is…?"
"Whether they are alive."
"..."
Neither Cefigo nor his grandfather Sivare knew what to say to that. They had both done their research on the Larkinson Clan so they knew that Ves ascribed to the principle that mechs could be alive. They even knew that the patriarch extended this principle to other products, but they didn't have a good idea what living products actually meant.
"It doesn't matter whether my designs are clearly inferior to yours." Ves continued. "What matters is that I made them myself and that they are all alive because of that. That brings me more validation and satisfaction than wearing a tailored suit that is priced at 100 MTA credits or something."
Master Sivare took a good look at Ves' current outfit. "I do not see any sign of that on your body."
"That's because I haven't bothered to design and make my own outfit yet. I have other priorities to attend to, you see. Once I have time, I'll be sure to treat myself by making one with special materials. In the meantime, let me give you an opportunity to study a few of my personal works. They're not masterworks, but they still reflect what I seek out of refined goods."
Ves brought out his Hammer of Brilliance and placed it on his desk.
He called for Nitaa to step forward and put the Larkinson Mandate next to the hammer.
He finally commanded his bodyguard to bring out the Unending Regalia and unfold it into a wearable state.
The three pieces of equipment that Ves had designed and made from his own hands each reflected his personal style!
They might not be perfect or artistically impressive, but they were unquestionably reflective of a specific approach towards design!
"May I step forward and touch your work?" Master Sivare asked with a hint more respect in his tone.
"Be my guest. I brought them out for this exact reason. My work is all alive, though it might be difficult for you to fully sense what that means." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
"I understand. Please give me the time to examine your craft in a more intimate manner."
Ves didn't realize why the master artisan used the word 'intimate' until the old man began to caress the living objects!
The Unending Regalia was the first one to receive his attention. The man brought out a small hammer and began to knock at the surface of the custom combat armor at various points. He rubbed his hands over the metal exterior and looked inside the open helmet of the suit.
The way the master artisan's hands rubbed all across the surface of the combat armor looked increasingly more disturbing to Ves!
He especially felt uncomfortable when the old man repeatedly knocked his hammer at the crotch section!
"What a dense and tough material. I have never encountered anything like this alloy before. You have chosen to work for specific reasons seeing how you have applied it in such a frugal and careful manner. Your combat armor is extremely precious to you. You wish you could wear it more often."
Ves actually looked impressed at the gray-haired man. "That's quite insightful of you, though any reasonable person could make those guesses."
"There is also… something else about this combat armor that sets it apart from others of its kind." Master Sivare hummed as he rubbed the chest plating of the Unending Regalia. "It has a… presence to it much like the glow of a living mech. I still cannot understand what it is and where it comes from. I expected that I would obtain answers when I have the opportunity to touch your work. I did not anticipate that I would gain even more questions."
"Hehe, my products tend to have that effect on people. It's best not to get lost in asking yourself how and why. Just appreciate my work for what it is instead of trying to figure out how to replicate it. I can guarantee you that you'll only hit a wall if you try."
Ves had already swept his spiritual senses towards the pair. Neither of them possessed any activated spiritual potential. Their craft had nothing to do with the extraordinary.
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