The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5192

Ves considered himself to be a good service provider, so he did not insist on changing the mind of his client any further.

He had a professional obligation to meet the demands of his customers as best as possible without compromising any rules and such.

Even though he was of the opinion that Patriarch Patrick Becker-Anson made a suboptimal choice concerning this opportunity to obtain a custom companion spirit, it was not a truly awful choice.

Old or not, Patrick had good access to life-prolonging treatments. Future advancements in cultivation might be able to extend his longevity even further. It was not a waste to provide him with a custom companion spirit.

With that in mind, Ves proceeded to do his job so that he could get his hands on the Divine Blacksmith scriptures as quickly as possible.

He created a companion spirit on the spot. He designed the new entity to be a close interpretation of the ancestor of the Becker-Anson Family.

In the end, Patrick looked fascinated as he felt several decades younger all of a sudden. His newly created companion spirit floated around his head like a curious little fairy.

"I name you Balthasar."

The supposed name of the Divine Blacksmith was Balthasar, so it was pretty clear what Patrick had in mind for his second personality.

In order to accommodate his client's desire to take up traditional craftsmanship, Ves decided to be generous. He used up a small spiritual fragment from Vulcan in order to impart the talent that Patrick lacked.

This already had a significant effect on the cognition of the older patriarch. His perspective had expanded as he instinctively knew more about the craftsmanship of all of the objects around him. It was like a veil had been lifted from his eyes!

Ves gave the older patriarch several more minutes to get over his fascination with his latest augmentation.

"I have upheld my end of the bargain. I have even transmitted a manual to you that thoroughly explains how to care for your companion spirit and all of the dangers and pitfalls that you should avoid. Can you finally show me the scriptures?"

"Ah. Of course. As I have mentioned before, I have brought the original scriptures to the conference so that the mechers can analyze and translate their contents. They are still working on it as far as 1 know. 1 can make arrangements to grant you permission to visit the department that currently has possession of them so that you can attempt to read the texts in person. I can also give you a copy of the scriptures in their ancient words and letters and transmit the completed translations when they arrive."

Ves did not really feel like studying a bunch of fragile ancient scrolls that had managed to survive for who knew how long.

"I only care about the contents rather than their carriers." He responded. "I can make do with the digital copies of your scriptures."

"Very well. I shall transmit the original texts. Mind you that the language is so old that it has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years at the very least. There is an exceedingly small number of people in the Red Ocean who have gained enough proficiency in this primitive language to barely translate the words. Even then, their work is greatly hindered by the fact that the scriptures likely contain a large proportion of professional jargon and terms."

That indeed sounded trouble, but Ves showed little concern about this problem. "Understood. I will wait until the Association has completed its interpretation work."

As Ves said goodbye to the patriarch of the Becker-Anson Family, he loaded the files into his cranial implant and already began his attempt to read the ancient words.

He made no progress at all. The language consisted of pictograms whose meaning completely and utterly eluded him. His talent for understanding alien speech played no role at all because there was no living counterpart for him to interpret.

This was fine. Ves might not be able to understand anything, but his mother was a different story!

Back in the Milky Way, Veronica already interrupted her design session in order to seek out Cynthia again. Hopefully the True God possessed enough knowledge to make sense out of the digital copy of the ancient writings.

Ves meanwhile proceeded to handle his other custom orders in the ensuing hours. The jobs were relatively straightforward as no one issued any odd demands.

He managed to eam a first-class military base and outpost that was currently situated in a fairly precarious region of the Red Ocean.

Jovy expressed a bit of puzzlement why Ves selected this bid over other ones such as a straight infusion of cash.

"The value of this outpost and all of its first-class facilities is higher than a couple of hundred million MTA credits." Ves replied. "So long as I can pack it up and sell it on the second-hand market, I can already earn a greater sum of money. I am not getting rid of it, though. I intend to use it as the foundation of the first branch of the Larkinson Clan in an upper zone. We might not be able to make proper use of it in the next few years, but it is extremely handy to have on hand when I am finally promoted to a first-class mech designer."

He needed to have a first-class counterpart to the Cat Nest in an upper zone to facilitate his future operations.

Jovy looked a bit skeptical. "You will have to move the outpost from its current location to a safer position that is further away from the frontlines. Your clan cannot accomplish this by itself. You will have to pass on this responsibility to another trusted party."

Ves grinned. "1 have already thought about that. Once this conference is over, I plan to get in touch with the Eden Institute of Business & Technology to disassemble the base and bring it back to a safer location. I will also ask for assistance in hiring a small maintenance crew to keep everything in good condition."

"That... might work. Does that mean you have decided to keep the base within the Terran Alliance?"

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