The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5340

The establishment of Diandi Base comforted Ves a lot.

He no longer felt as if he was a guest in another person's home.

The rented villa at the Eden Institute may have been convenient for Ves to move to the classrooms where he performed his teaching duties, but it was too Terran for his liking.

The advantage to owning his own base was that Ves and the Larkinsons could change it however they liked.

It was their own piece of property, and while it suffered from a serious shortage of personnel, it was located relatively far away from other Terran settlements.

This helped to make Ves feel at ease in this different and foreign environment.

He did not hate the Terrans. He liked them a lot. They had always been friendly, courteous and accommodating towards him since his arrival. They were genuinely interested in cooperating with him and did not attempt to resort to pressure tactics even once.

This enabled him to make substantial gains in diplomacy.

His biggest coup was the rather extensive secret agreement with General Axelar Streon and the Streon Ancient Clan. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

From the moment the Renewer of Terra had begun to plan for an ambitious heist on an alien home planet, there was no way Ves wanted to be left out of the party!

This was an operation that could define the early years of the Age of Dawn. Ves could actively contribute to the emergence of a potential new god pilot.

Aside from gaining a huge amount of fulfillment as a mech designer for seeing one of his clients succeed, Ves would also gain a powerful backer in the process!

The Devos Ancient Clan was also worth his time.

Having spent a decent amount of time on New Constantinople VIII, Ves gained a more thorough understanding of the ancient clan's difficulties in the new frontier.

It was a pity that Ves could not offer too many services to the Devosans. He needed to become a proper first-class mech designer first before he could use his mech designs to strengthen their armed forces.

For now, Ves had already agreed to open up his Premier Branch for limited recruitment.

The relatively new branch of the Larkinson Clan did not advertise this in public. Ves was afraid that his staff would get swamped with an excessive amount of applications.

Ves decided to entrust the Devosans to seek out the right candidates and selectively issue invitations to them. They were much more clever and sophisticated in this kind of stuff and could easily save the Larkinsons a lot of work.

Unfortunately, it was not easy to find any Terrans who were sincerely willing to abandon their old identities.

They might claim that they were completely willing to abandon their old citizenships, but when it was time for them to bare themselves to the Golden Cat, they ultimately failed this crucial test.

"I knew this would happen." Ves muttered.

"Nyaaaa..." Goldie glumly responded as her manifestation floated at his side.

Gavin meanwhile struck another name off the list. "This is the 26th potential recruit so far that has failed the loyalty test. These Terrans are tough cases. I wonder how many of them are spies sent by other organizations."

The failed candidate had already stepped away from the totem of the Golden Cat and left the chamber. The Larkinsons had already explained that there was no future for them here if they could not gain the approval of a strange and glowing entity.

"It's not their fault, Gavin." Ves spoke in a subdued tone. "I have paid attention to the recruitment processes. The interviews and other examinations show that these Terrans are sincere about starting anew. They all have their own reasons to throw themselves to our clan. I can feel their sincerity from here. It is just that they are still way too reluctant to completely break with the Terran Alliance. They don't harbor any significant hate or resentment towards their current superstate. As long as that is the case, I don't think that these fellows can fully bring themselves to make a clean break with their past."

The current display was a testament of the strength of Terran pride and culture.

The Terrans were already extremely loyal to the Terran Alliance. The successor state had inherited all of the virtues of the Greater Terran United Confederation and completely replaced it in everyone's hearts.

Only the most desperate first-raters would use this small materializer to produce a complete first-class mech!

When Ves and Gloriana initially familiarized themselves with their latest toy, their enthusiasm quickly cooled when they discovered all of the limitations of this budget-tier materializer.

"It is much faster and more effective at fabricating second-class parts." Ves remarked as he pressed a conspicuous button.

On the other side of a transparent wall, various thin but incredibly precise particle beams and laser beams had begun to materialize a totem of Vulcan that he had just uploaded to the control system.

The simple design and material choice made it so that the materializer quickly completed its job within half a minute.

"Wow. That's slower than I expected. This model is worse than I thought." Ves frowned.

Once the freshly materialized totem cooled down and went through an automated inspection routine, it eventually fell onto a large output tray.

Ves casually picked up the metal totem and inspected it from every side.

"Let me see as well." Gloriana came closer and snatched the totem out of her husband's grasp. "I see that your prediction was true. The lack of a human touch has indeed deprived "Ugh! I can't afford to remain stuck at this level! I need an upgrade!"

Ves already determined that it was impossible for him to install a new cranial implant. His body had mutated beyond the scope of conventional human understanding, so he could only resort to cultivation science to go further down this deviating path.

He became so fixated on this priority that he began to put serious thought on how to solve his current problem.

"How can I turn myself into a better mech designer?" He asked himself. "If I don't do something about this, then my wife will most certainly overtake me half a year later when she finally gets to obtain her own customized first-class cranial implant!"

That put a lot of extra pressure on his back. He could not allow his wife to overtake him in their shared profession!