While Jannzi committed to reinventing her swordsmanship, Ves spent his time on completing his commitments to the various pioneering groups that had concluded a trade deal with his clan.
He hadn't forgotten about all of the high-quality mech equipment that were stored inside their own separate containers in an enclosed and guarded cargo bay.
The guards and specialists accompanying the extremely precious expert mech and ace mech gear had been issuing more and more complaints about the lack of progress.
Ves had several reasons to stall his work on them.
He wanted to buy more time so that he could think about how to modify them.
He wanted to benefit from the implicit protection they provided so long as the trade agreements remained unfulfilled.
He also felt the need to supplement his knowledge by learning high-level theories that could better explain what was going on with all of the highly advanced gear.
While Ves wanted to stall his work for a few more days, he was afraid that pioneering groups such as the Gemini Family or the Adelaide Mercenary Company would accuse him of reneging on his promises.
He did not want to damage his credibility. It had played a helpful role in convincing his trade partners to get in bed with him, and he was sure it would help him close additional deals in the future.
"Oh well."
This was why he reserved a week in his schedule to complete this chore.
In truth, he didn't have to spend so much time on upgrading all of the mech weapons, but he wanted to spend enough time with each of them to properly appreciate their individual properties and design elements.
The expert mech gear was only mildly interesting to him. They weren't strong or advanced enough to maintain his interest for long. No matter whether they were melee weapons or ranged weapons, they were not necessarily any better than the products designed for his own expert mechs.
The only gear that truly merited his full attention was the ace mech weapons entrusted in his care.
"Well, let's start."
Ves had to bring in the gear to his personal workshop one by one. Each time, a different group of guards and technicians closely accompanied the valuable pieces of equipment.
Though it was rather annoying for Ves to do his work in front of complete and total strangers who possessed no understanding of his craft, it became a lot tolerable when he told his guests to shut up and do nothing.
The first ace mech weapon that he chose to examine was the spear of the Royal Jeem.
At first glance, the weapon looked fairly standard if well-constructed. It did not possess a telescoping shaft or a wicked-looking speartip.
It was only after Ves inspected it up close that he was able to figure out its nuances.
"Its gimmicks are relatively subtle."
He was able to deduce that Saint Kalasandra Boojay wanted to wield a solid and reliable spear that would not break or falter no matter how much stress it endured in battle.
It had to be strong and solid enough to stay in one piece when the Royal Jeem fought against an opposing expert mech, so its shaft was thick and heavy.
While it initially looked as if the shaft was solid and uniform, deep scans revealed that it actually featured a much more complicated internal structure.
Ves couldn't decipher much of its functions. There were circuitry, capacitors, heat sinks and other components that were all designed to enhance the lethality of the weapon in different ways.
The only certainty he gained was that at least a part of this inner structure was devoted to enhancing the transphasic properties of the weapon. freeweɓnøvel.com
"Dulo Voiken should be able to tell me more." Ves remarked. "He would probably go crazy if he was able to see this excellent weapon up close."
It was too bad that his deals with the various pioneering groups included strict secrecy clauses. Ves wasn't even allowed to describe what he learned to other people.
This prevented him from consulting a real spearman mech specialist like Dulo Voiken.
It was not a crippling hindrance. Ves could still derive a decent amount of insights from studying all of the ingenious and brilliant design solutions that he was competent enough to understand.
What Ves found even more interesting than the technical design was how Saint Kalasandra Boojay shaped its spiritual foundation.
Just as with the Thunderer Mark II, the powerful Saint Kingdom of an ace pilot altered and transformed every property of the mech spear, even the areas that the powerful Saint never thought about.
Of course, the spiritual foundation of the mech spear was also lacking in structure and sophisticated.
To Ves, the spirituality of the weapon gave him the impression that it was more than just a tool to stab an opponent.
It was a scepter and a symbol of authority.
Whenever the Royal Joom held this spear, Saint Kalasandra Boojay channeled her desire to rule over the battlefield.
Her desire to beat her enemies into submission was stronger than her desire to take their lives!
It took greater skill and majesty to force an opponent at the same level to kneel as opposed to driving them to their deaths.
Of course, given how proud and stubborn high-ranking mech pilots tended to be, Saint Kalasandra had never managed to force an equal opponent to kneel.
Her dream therefore remained unfulfilled, and the spiritual foundation of her weapon picked up on her regret.
"It's strange." Ves rubbed his clean and hairless chin.
Ever since he evolved to a higher life phase, he was able to exert greater control over his body. Something as simple as commanding his face to stop growing a beard only took a single thought.
He no longer had to order a shaving bot to keep his face as smooth as a baby's bottom.
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