The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4702

All in all, Ves became incredibly satisfied with the gains he made today.

His coincidental meeting and cooperation with Master Blacksmith Rogha Dunnerholm had taught him an important lesson.

It was not a waste of time for mech designers to work together with other professionals who didn't necessarily have anything to do with the mech industry.

Hardly any mech designers bothered to collaborate with other professionals. In the Age of Mechs, the former was in the ascendancy while the latter had become more marginalized than ever.

As mechs became more popular and visible in human society, only a small minority of eccentrics and rich people still held a small amount of appreciation for traditional craftsmanship.

It was a rather sad state of affairs, but the demands of a progressing civilization dictated that any production method that did not do well in the areas of efficiency and mass production had to be set aside.

Mech designers were not only able to keep up with these demands and justify their existence, but could also take their jobs a step further and attain transcendence while incorporating more and more metaphysics into their works.

All of these unique and powerful advantages made it seem as if mech designers stood on top of everyone else!

Why would any mech designer condescend to lower himself to the level of a mere mortal craftsman?

This sounded as pointless as modern humans trying to treat a race of primitive, jungle-dwelling aliens as their equals!

However, Vesk knew quite well that even the less sophisticated alien races could develop their own unique strengths that may be of use to another technologically superior race.

It was the same case with the dwarven blacksmith. Rogha Dunnerholm may not be a transcendent, but he had succeeded in getting close to approaching the extreme of his own craft.

As far as Ves was concerned, the greatest benefit he gained from this experience was that he gained an even better feel and understanding of metal than before.

This was difficult to describe or quantify in scientific terms. Ves only vaguely felt that he could work with metal a bit more exquisitely than before. It was as if he had gained a small part of the benefit of spending many decades working with metal in a forge!

Of course, Ves also made a lot of practical gains as well. He felt a lot more confident in his ability to mimic a traditional blacksmith and work a forge. The only fault was that he lacked a lot of practical experience which could not be solved unless he spent a lot of time in the forge himself.

The little hammer that Dunnerholm gifted to Ves was another little benefit.

After testing it out on the work table, Ves confirmed that it could provide him with a lot of help and convenience in applying his newly gained knowledge on acoustic metallurgy.

The living tool had been shaped in a way that made it seem as if it was only good for ringing a bell, but it could do so much more than that with the help of its metaphysical properties.

What was even better was that it could grow over time and become much more useful in the future!

The same applied to the set of relic tools reserved for the master blacksmith himself.

As Dunnerholm reverently picked up the handles of the blacksmithing tools one by one, the grin on his bearded face could not be suppressed!

"Are you satisfied?" Ves asked as he skilfully twirled his second hammer around his fingers.

"More than you can ever know." The dwarf gasped in response as excitement coursed through his body. "I cannot wait to see how well I can channel Vulcan's blessing in making my next totems! I should be able to create magnificent works that properly honors the majesty and divinity of our god!"

"Uh huh. Just keep in mind that you need to earn your keep. Our clan literally fought alien battleships to secure the materials used to make your new set of fancy tools, and my expertise doesn't come for free either."

The old dwarf patted his chest with his strong fist. "I shall not squander these blessed gifts! You can count on that, patriarch! I will do my utmost to help your Creation Association obtain all of the totems it needs to spread the worship of Vulcan across the Red Ocean and beyond! The great works that I will be able to make with my new tools shall be celebrated among both humans and dwarves. This is my promise!"

Ves was satisfied with this earnest statement. This had been a highly productive experience for him today.

Through a half a day of collaborative work, he not only secured the loyalty of possibly the best totem maker for the Creation Association, but also empowered him to become even better at his primary responsibility.

By now, Rogha Dunnerholm had completely forgotten about any of the ambivalence he held. He no longer felt bothered by the Larkinson Patriarch's culpability in the tragedies that had befallen the Vulcan Empire and its many dwarven citizens.

In the old dwarf's mind, perhaps Ves Larkinson had merely been acting as an agent on behalf of Vulcan himself.

The god may have grown so disgusted by the degeneration of the Vulcan Empire that he would rather strike down his own people than let the misguided dwarves wallow in their own filth!

"Would you like the honor of bestowing a name to our new equipment set?" Dunnerholm asked the younger man.

"Hmm." Ves paused for a moment. "This is mostly your work. You should be the one to name the tools that you will be using for a long time."

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