The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5611

Chapter 5611 The Sober Prince

Anyone who listened to the discussion between Ves and Prince Casevir would definitely be taken aback at the outrageous statements made by the former!

Ves had removed all of his filters and readily badmouthed the eminent Star Emperor!

Not a single Rubarthan subject could ever bring themselves to say such dangerous words in front of one a Rubarthan prince, who served as an extension of His Majesty and the Rubarthan state as a whole!

Back in the Milky Way Galaxy, such speech was enough to ruin the life of the violator. Unless the offender in question resided in a place like the Greater Terran United Confederation, there were plenty of touchy Rubarthans who were more than willing to dispatch their secret assassinations to punish the culprit and deter others from questioning the greatness of their sovereign.

However, the circumstances were much different this time!

Barely a year had passed since the Age of Dawn had arrived. Many people such as Ves had already made a lot of progress in adapting to the new circumstances, but there were plenty of others who continually clung to the vestiges of the past for all kinds of irrational reasons.

As far as Ves was concerned, all of these silly Rubarthans had become so indoctrinated by their state and the institutions around them that they literally could not imagine the idea that the Star Emperor was in any way infallible!

How was this any different from treating him as a god?

No matter how good of a statesman and administrator he may be, no human being was perfect.

Just because he managed to restore much of the New Rubarth Empire's economy, social order and national pride did not mean he was good in other areas!

For example, Ves was pretty sure that the Star Emperor could not pilot a mech or design one for that matter.

The Rubarthans may be unable or unwilling to say it, but Ves was different.

He clearly observed many glaring deficiencies in the child-rearing attitude of the illustrious Rubarthan sovereign. Different from everyone else, Ves was not afraid to share his objections!

As the Impresario Prince's brain had utterly crashed from the overload of critique towards his great father, Ves assumed a triumphant attitude while he continued to pet Goldie's back.

"Nyaaaa..." The ancestral spirit relaxed as she enjoyed the attention of her progenitor.

The Golden Cat wanted everyone to experience the warmth and love of being surrounded by family!

The confused and befuddled prince was such a pitiful man in her opinion. As storied as his lineage may be, what was the point of valuing his family relations when his relatives had never shown him much affection in the first place?

When everyone in the Imperial Rubarthan Household treated each other as rivals and tools, how could there still be room for love?

A house like this could not even be regarded as a family anymore!

Ves continued to loom over the physical projection of the devastated prince as his words hammered home his argument.

"What are you afraid of, Your Highness? The Rubarthan Pact has severed its fate from that of the New Rubarthan Empire. The unworthy bastard of a father that has claimed the title of Star Emperor has no way to extend his authority all the way over here. We have entered a new time, one where your colonial superstate has gained the right to choose its own course. The sooner you Rubarthans recognize that you are freed from living under the toil of that mass womanizer, the better."

The prince finally suppressed his inner turmoil to the point where he could supply a more cohesive response to Ves' incredibly inciting words.

"Your words may ring with an element of truth, but that does not mean that I should completely forsake my imperial heritage and embrace your upstart clan. Becoming a part of your band of misfits is utter madness. My brothers and sisters will not be able to tolerate my continued existence if I subordinate myself to you. I may not have any chance of winning the throne, but there are more advantages to retaining my position in the Imperial Rubarthan Household than defecting to another organization."

Ves inwardly sighed. The prince resisted the temptation to completely make a break from his troubled past and reset his life.

It was to be expected. What sort of person would give up all of the status and privileges afforded to a prince of a first-rate superstate so easily?

When Ves spontaneously invited Prince Casevir to embrace the Golden Cat and join the Larkinson Clan, he never really had a high expectation for success.

What Ves sought to accomplish was to break open the stupid prince's overly rigid mindset!

As long as a sufficiently powerful external shock completely tore apart the Impresario Prince's flawed and outdated assumptions, the man could finally begin to analyze his circumstances with a fresher and more open-minded perspective!

Ves only needed to make a single opening in order to secure substantial gains from this conservation.

"You won't remain a prince forever." He continued to argue. "The Star Emperor probably has a few centuries to go before he finally croaks, but his lifespan has become irrelevant now that the Rubarthan Pact has gone adrift. Sooner or later, the succession battle will be decided. That will be the moment where you and many of your siblings in the Red Ocean will be stripped of your princely titles. Since this is the case, why not make a head-start in this transition and distance yourself from your dysfunctional house on your own terms? It is better to take your fate in your own hands than to leave it up to those who never showed any care of you in the first place!"

As logical as this argument may sound, it was still a step too far to the reluctant prince.

Of course, there was no way a prince like him would give into such a self-destructive urge, but the point remained.

The Impresario Prince needed to start over again.

Only by resetting his current art direction and going back to his starting point would he be able to revive his passion in this profession.

"Nyaaaa."

Seeing that Goldie had successfully made a difference, the energy manifestation rolled in Ves1 one last time before fading away.

The warmth that previously affected the prince across the encrypted connection no longer influenced his mental activity anymore.

Casevir immediately felt the difference. A part of him wanted to request Ves to call Goldie back, but that would be way too juvenile and embarrassing to him. He still had to uphold his dignity as a prince!

Instead, he wanted to end this call as soon as possible so that he could put his life on the right track.

"It is impossible for me to forsake my house and defect to your clan, but that does not mean that I am unwilling to associate with you and your Larkinsons." The Impresario Prince ultimately announced. "Your sage advice has given me more help than anything that I have received from my fellow Rubarthans in the last handful of decades. I am not a man who lacks gratitude. I shall personally approve the deal that you have originally proposed. I do care about diluting my current stock in Isthmus Manufacturing. If I can gain your friendship in exchange for this sacrifice, then I am more than willing to make this concession."

Ves tried his damn hardest not to expose his grin!

"Thank you very much, Your Highness! I would be glad to call you my friend. The fact that you are able to accept my words makes me optimistic about your future. You have proven to me that you are a true artist. So long as you are able to rediscover the love of your craft, I am certain that you will quickly be able to surpass your current level."

The two continued to exchange platitudes to each other, but Ves didn't really care anymore.

The only concern on his mind was the fact that he successfully managed to swindle 20 percent ownership of an extremely lucrative first-class mech manufacturer out of the prince!

The best part about this transaction was that Ves did not have to give up anything substantial in return!

The only measure he had to take in order to win this foolish prince over was to continuously hurl insults at his deadbeat father!