Ves felt rather odd for a long time after he finally departed from Tristan Wesseling's design studio.
He expected that he would have to argue with Master Olson a lot longer in order to drag a referral letter from her reluctant hands!
"It doesn't make sense." Ves furrowed his brows as he idly stroked Lucky's back.
The irritable gem cat did not really enjoy this excursion this time. Perhaps he would have been better off if he continued to accompany Andraste and play with her whimsical games!
"Meow meow."
"I don't think that is the case. There is hardly any friendship between the two of us. Sure, we have interacted with each other in an indirect manner, but these past instances were either competitive or purely interest-driven by nature. What she has done this time is an act that comes with many downsides for her. If word ever gets out, she will probably receive greater criticism from her own state."
"Meow?"
"Hm, maybe you have a point, Lucky. I owe a substantial favor to her now. If I ever get access to a lot of first-class knowledge and resources in the future, she may want to take advantage of that to help her in her own endeavors."
Writing a referral letter for Ves was not a huge act that demanded a major sacrifice from Master Olson, but it was still a lot more consequential to her than the other Master Mech Designers!
Ves guessed that she most definitely had greater intentions in mind when she finally expressed her agreement.
It was conceivable that once she came back to him in the future, she might make a bigger request that may not be so easy to fulfill!
No matter.
Ves would be in a much better position at that time. What mattered was whether he could get in front of a classroom that was filled with first-class mech design students with her help.
"I have six letters now." He grinned in satisfaction.
There were not that many more names on his list, and they were all poor prospects.
Ves spent his remaining time on contacting people such as Master Barnard Solas Voiken.
Unfortunately, he had run out of luck. His relationship with these mech designers were not that great.
Master Barnard Voiken was especially scathing when he learned what this conversation was all about!
"You are dishonoring yourself and your profession by asking me to commit a dishonest act! It is a breach of professional ethics for any mech designer to write a referral letter that is not steeped in truth. You should be ashamed of yourself for demanding a recommendation from a Master who you have never collaborated with or met in person! If not for the fact that Taigen is still reliant on the profits and exposure brought by the Pacifier model that you designed with him, I would have cut all ongoing business relationships with you right this instant! As it is, I shall inform my contacts in the academic sector to be wary of a presumptuous Senior who thinks he can cheat his way into a professorship. Our industry does not welcome liars and thieves!"
Ves became so shocked by Master Voiken's vehement words that he only managed to regain his composure five minutes after the call had ended.
"That crusty old bastard!" He cursed.
His previous talks with other Masters had inflated his confidence. He mistakenly assumed that obtaining a referral letter was not that big of a challenge, but he was wrong.
It may be easy enough to obtain them from the Masters he knew well, but those who fell into the distant acquaintance category were not that eager to bend the rules in his favor.
Contacting Master Barnard Voiken had been a mistake in hindsight!
It didn't matter that the Larkinson Clan graciously gave two descendants of the Voiken Family a better stage for their work. That old and senile bastard was so set in his ways that he probably wouldn't be willing to bend the rules for his own children!
"Oh well."
Ves had to settle for just 6 letters in the end. Whether that was too sparse or a lot, he wasn't sure. The only certainty he possessed was that half of his recommendations came from MTA Master Mech Designers!
"Let's see if that is enough to give me a chance."
Now that he had completed this necessary step, it was time to put these letters into action and apply for a suitable school.
This was not a fast process. Every mech design university received lots of applications, especially in the periods between school semesters.
His expeditionary fleet may have already reached the Torald Middle Zone by the time he received an invitation to attend an interview session.
"Is there any way to hurry up this process?"
He couldn't think of any. As several Masters had already stated, Ves did not possess any particularly desirable teaching qualities. Perhaps the referral letters from Willix, Dervidian and Goldstein might cause a school administrator to take note of Ves, but the lack of proven teaching ability was a fault that could not be compensated in a short amount of time!
"Wait, I can also make use of another connection."
Ves had one other option he could employ in order to increase his prospects. He was still on good terms with Lord Pearian Yorul-Tavik and his powerful clan. There was still plenty of room to cash in another favor, though it would only be enough to make a university take his application seriously and process it faster.
Was it truly worthwhile to use up a precious favor for this purpose?
"Let's see how it goes without relying on connections. Who knows. Maybe there is a school that is open-minded enough to take on a 40-ish year old Senior Mech Designer."
It took a bit of time and effort to prepare his application documents. He not only had to list out his mech designs, the knowledge he learned and the research that he successfully conducted, but he also had to write a lot of stuff about what sort of professor he would like to become!
Teaching was a big deal. There were so many different methods, approaches and strategies to this important process that the outcomes were all over the place!
Ves had to inform the schools he applied for what sort of teaching style he ideally wanted to adopt and explain why he thought that was effective.
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