The Mech Touch novel Chapter 1250

The rest of the evening proceeded harmoniously and without any incident. By the time the celebrations came to a close, Ves stepped outside the banquet hall and stood next to the immense feet of the Aurora Titan installed as a temporary display model.

Standing in such close proximity to his impressive mech left a strong and profound impression to the visitors who were about to depart.

Ves greeted and shook hands with each person who left.

"Thank you for the mug, Raella. I’ll be sure to return the favor! Tell Melinda I love her and her present!"

"It’s nice to get in touch with you again, Charlotte. Good luck with your career within the MTA!"

"I hope you enjoy your stay in the Bright Republic, James. Ylvainans like you are the future of the Protectorate."

After the long row of guests each received some well wishes from Ves, his grandfather finally received his own turn.

"You’ve grown a lot, Ves." He smiled in a way only a grandfather could towards his grandson. "I’m so proud of you, and your father would be proud of you as well."

"One of the reasons why I’m working so hard is to save my father. I still have a long way to go before I’m powerful enough to make a difference."

Both of them sighed and looked sad. Their mood always plunged when they talked about the missing Larkinson.

"Ves.. please don’t take this the wrong way, but slow down. Don’t take too many risks. You’ve already achieved a lot of success, but it’s only going to get harder from here. Your father wants you to be happy and safe. He would never want you to wear yourself out and ruin everything you’ve achieved just to save his life. If it comes down to it, he would definitely sacrifice his life in order to protect you from the dangers you’ve incurred!"

Although his grandfather’s advice was very pertinent, Ves already threw it out of his mind. Slow down? Take less risks? As if!

"I will be sure to keep your words in mind." Ves lied.

"There’s also something else you should know, Ves. The previous war ended early for a very good reason. While I don’t know much and I’m not at liberty to divulge what little I do know, I think the Bright Republic might get swept up in something very dangerous in the future. In light of this, I think you should prepare for the worst and prepare a number of contingency plans in case your facility here on Cloudy Curtain is destroyed."

Ves frowned. He hadn’t put much thought about this looming threat. The few people that knew more all kept their knowledge to themselves.

"Is it that bad, grandpa?"

"I don’t know. It might be something that can ruin the Bright Republic, but it can also be something that will sweep past us without paying us any mind. All I can say is that it is best to have a Plan B in reserve so that you won’t end up starting from scratch in case your assets are ruined."

Ves tapped the side of his head. "Don’t worry, grandpa. My most valuable asset is my ability to design mechs. As a Journeyman, its value has skyrocketed. As long as my mind is sound, I’ll always be able to rebuild no matter where I end up. Even so, the LMC already has some plans in mind to diversify its operations."

Aside from investing in the joint venture based in the Ylvaine Protectorate, the LMC might expand to other states in the future. Ves did not want to be limited to the Bright Republic and had always insisted on expanding his reach.

With the authorizations and permissions he received from the Tovar Family, the LMC faced fewer hurdles than before.

Before his grandfather left for the shuttle that would take him back to orbit, he shared one more word of advice. "One more thing, Ves. Although you’re old enough to decide on how you live your own life, don’t pour every moment of your life into work. Although you’ve achieved a lot of success, what is the point of working so hard if you don’t get to enjoy it? Take it easy and find a girlfriend! I hope to meet my great-grandchildren at some point!"

His grandfather chuckled as he left Ves with those words. For his part, Ves didn’t dismiss them as readily as Benjamin’s previous advice.

"I really should get a girlfriend maybe." He sighed as he watched his grandfather and the others board their shuttles and depart from the Mech Nursery.

His brief reunion with Patricia made him realize that other people were already taking their next steps in their lives. His work was no excuse for him to avoid his love life.

The only problem was that he didn’t have a woman in mind right now. If Ves wanted to pursue a serious relationship, he really needed to find someone who he clicked with. For someone as paranoid as him, he wanted to share his life with someone he trusted.

Although he didn’t insist on it, he wanted his partner to be a mech designer as well. If the two of them shared the same profession and rank, they could open themselves up to each other on a deeper level.

Where could he find a woman like that in the galaxy? _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

"Ves!" Ketis walked up to him in her lavish red dress while hugging Lucky. "This was a nice evening. I think your birthday party is a definite success!"

"Meow."

"See? Even Lucky agrees!"

Ves smiled sardonically at her. "Lucky is merely reminding me of my promise to him. Exotics is all he cares about."

"Really? How can you even tell that? All I hear from Lucky are meows!"

"I just have a way with animals I guess. Perhaps that’s my true superpower."

Ketis slapped his side with her palm. "Oh, you! Don’t joke about that! I’m sure that Journeymen like you are hiding something good from us lesser mech designers. I’ll find out the truth myself when I advance!"

"It’s hard to become a Journeyman, you know. Don’t take me as a typical example. I’m a very big exception to the rule."

Although exceptions always existed, the majority of mech designers who advanced to Journeyman had already reached their middle or later years.

That wasn’t as bad as it sounded like, because once they reached this height, their ability to make money increased drastically. Once they worked hard for a couple of decades, they could afford to extend their lives by a century, giving them a lot more time to bloom.