The Mech Touch novel Chapter 3350

Chapter 3350: Excellent Working Conditions

When Ves entered the workshop compartment inside the dwarven frigate, his body suddenly lifted from the deck and launched upwards until he smacked into the ceiling!

If he wasn't wearing his Unending Regalia which automatically cushioned the collision, he would have suffered actual injuries equivalent to falling off an office building!

"Goddamn it! You did that on purpose, didn't you?!" Ves cursed as he lost control over his emotions.

He quickly adjusted the setting of his gravitic backpack and slowly toned down its compensation power.

The force pressing him against the metal ceiling slowly grew lesser and lesser until he slowly gained more weight. His armored form gradually drifted downwards until he softly landed on the deck.

His gravitic backpack, which used to apply a counter-gravity of 3.6 g on him, had completely fallen silent at this time.

Ves didn't need it anymore because the artificial gravity in the workshop was set at 1.0 g.

This not only caused Ves to feel as if he had entered a human ship, it also caused Rion's huge and bulky form to stomp less on the deck than before.

"I KNEW YOU WERE A HUMAN, SO MY TECHNICAL STAFF PREPARED THIS WORKSHOP ACCORDING TO THE FINEST HUMAN STANDARDS THAT WE COULD MEET." Rion said as he ignored his guest's complaint. "THE LAYOUT OF THIS WORKSHOP AND THE HEIGHT OF ALL OF THE INTERFACES ARE SET TO BE AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE FOR A PERSON OF YOUR STATURE. I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU REMOVE YOURSELF FROM YOUR ARMOR IN ORDER TO WORK MORE COMFORTABLY. I GIVE YOU MY WORD AS EMPEROR THAT YOU WILL NOT BE IN DANGER."

Under these conditions, it hardly mattered whether Ves wore his Unending Regalia. A personal suit of armor could never protect him against the might of an ace mech. Saint Mayorka could crush him regardless of what he wore around his body!

In fact, Ves felt uncomfortable with her oppressive presence even now. Even if her hostility had faded a bit after he came to an arrangement with her emperor, he could never feel at ease when she constantly kept an eye on him as if she was standing right behind his back!

"Hey, Rion."

"THOSE WHO ARE TRULY AWARE OF MY IDENTITY ADDRESS ME AS 'YOUR MAJESTY'. YOU ARE SPEAKING TO THE EMPEROR WHO WILL TRULY UNITE DWARVENKIND UNDER A SEPARATE BANNER FROM HUMANITY ONE DAY."

"Yeah, and I'm your god, so I don't need to scrape and bow before your feet." Ves petulantly said. He was still pissed at the gravity prank that Rion had just pulled off! "Can you tell Saint Mayorka to remove her domain field from this workshop? I can't concentrate when she is staring at me from every angle, and if I can't concentrate, I will never be able to make a masterwork. Just saying."

Rion did not fear Ves at all at this point, so he transmitted an invisible signal that soon prompted the vigilant ace pilot to withdraw her formidable Saint Kingdom from the workshop.

The departure of the Saint's obvious presence allowed Ves to breathe a lot easier. Though his Unending Regalia had shielded him from some of the pressure, the Olympus Mons was just too powerful to block.

Ves reluctantly withdrew from his combat armor and left it to the side. It didn't matter too much if he attempted to make a casual product, but a masterwork artifact was a completely different matter.

Now that the bulk of his protective suit no longer hindered his movements, he was able to perform much more delicate manual work. The removal of a solid barrier that was laced with B-stone also enabled Ves to expand his spiritual senses and gain a better feel of his work.

He took a good look at the workshop facilities. As soon as he spotted the quality and tech of the various lab and production equipment, he couldn't help but look impressed.

"These… these are first-class artisanal machines!" Ves gasped!

This wasn't the first time he encountered first-class equipment. He even worked with them when he made a deal with Master Willix many months ago, so he easily recognized what the Iron Emperor had painstakingly prepared for this critical job.

Ves quickly walked over to a couple of machines. The material scanner and the miniaturized 3D printer were not the best in their respective class. The equipment models were already at least twenty years old and at least two-thirds of them appeared to be second-hand.

In a first-rate state, these machines would have impressed no native. They were too basic, small and low-end to perform serious work. An overwhelming number of producers had already transitioned to working with materializers!

Of course, there was still a role for traditional craftsmanship. Mech designers and other creators who wanted to create masterworks could not accomplish this feat with a single press of the button. They were highly cognizant that they still had to get their hands dirty if they wished to advance further up the ranks.

As Ves spent a couple of minutes to survey the make and models of all of the first-class machines, he slowly furrowed his brows.

"You exchanged this stuff from the MTA, right?"

"WHY ASK A QUESTION WHEN YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER?"

"Because you're a bastard, that's why. I'm unfamiliar with all of this gear. I need hours to familiarize myself with their specs and operation. I can't possibly make a masterwork crown when I am not even proficient in handling my tools."

The Iron Emperor only gave him 24 hours to craft a crown, which initially didn't sound so bad to Ves. Now that he knew that he was supposed to work in a high-end workshop, he became a lot less pleased about his time allowance.

Rion did not accept his excuses. "YOU ARE VULCAN. YOU ARE THE GOD OF CRAFTSMANSHIP. YOU HAVE A DESTINY WITH DWARVES. FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION AND SUCCESS IS WITHIN REACH. WORK HARD AND WORK FAST. IN THE SET OF DOCUMENTS THAT WE HAVE PREPARED FOR YOU, I HAVE WRITTEN MY COMPLETE LIST OF REQUIREMENTS OF WHAT I EXPECT FROM YOU. MAKE SURE TO MEET ALL OF THEM, BECAUSE IF YOU HAVE MISSED EVEN A SINGLE TARGET, THE CROWN IS TOO FLAWED TO BE USED FOR ITS INTENDED PURPOSE. YOU HAVE ONE DAY."

With those ominous words, Rion stepped back and joined his Praetorian Guard up a raised platform where he enjoyed a good view over the entire workshop.

With how much the Iron Emperor was invested in the crown, there was no way he was going to take a break and let Ves out of his sight. Giving the mech designer his privacy was obviously not an option. It was already a great concession to make Saint Mayorka pull back her oppressive domain field from the workshop!

In fact, ever since the ace pilot withdrew her presence, Ves was able to employ a lot more tricks than before.

He could dispatch Blinky to snoop around the corners of the workshop. He could thoroughly scan Rion's augmented and armored body with his spiritual senses. He could even materialize his Amastendira and fire a maximum-powered laser beam through Rion's head!

Perhaps a crude ballistic pistol wasn't good enough to kill Rion permanently, but a big fat laser beam that was hot enough to burn an entire head would definitely accomplish the job!

However, Ves was not naive to know that Rion was under a lot of protection.

Physically, the ship possessed numerous hidden security features that could instantly respond as soon as Ves made a threatening move.

Rion was bound to wear a shield generator or two and his Praetorian Guard probably possessed other defensive tools as well.

It was even likely that Rion wore some kind of personal teleportation device as well that could instantly remove him from a danger zone, thereby negating the effectiveness of bombs and other weapons that inflicted mass damage!

Besides, even if all of this tech fell short, Saint Yila Mayorka was still paying attention, just not as close as before. With her incredibly effective intuition and her extremely fast reaction speed, she could suppress any material or spiritual form of attack before Ves even made his first move!

Ves quietly shook his head. Even if he managed to assassinate the Iron Emperor, so what? Saint Mayorka would go absolutely crazy! There was no way to escape or resist her power at his current stage! Even Vulcan was like a toddler in front of the extraordinarily strong-willed halfgod.

Once he concluded that the chances of pulling off a daring escape attempt was close to 0 percent, he no longer entertained any useless thoughts and directed his attention to his latest commission.

"What kind of crown befits an emperor?"