The Mech Touch novel Chapter 1590

Chapter 1590 Leverage

While Ves mainly took this course of action to vent his anger, he did not act aimlessly.

What he truly sought was a realignment in his relationship with the Bright Republic.

At the very least, he wanted people like Senator Tovar to change their view of him. Rather than being treated as a pawn who would automatically follow their orders without question, he wanted to be seen as an ally whose interests needed to be met.

Ves had no illusion that this was a very difficult thing to do. Though Ves was already an adult at over 30 years, he was just an upstart baby compared to a legendary statesman who almost reached 300 years!

Such an immense age disparity made many average people quail. How could Ves ever hope to match wits against a living relic who lived ten times as much as him? Even if Ves believed he was capable of exceeding anyone in the star sector, he was just a young Journeyman at the moment.

Someone who lived this long and maintained their grip on power for so long could never be overcome.

So Ves decided not to become his enemy.

Even if he harbored resentment against the old man, neither of them had any reason to hate each other.

Both sides had always used each other for their own purposes. It was just that Ves used to be so weak and trivial that he could only accept his role as a pawn.

It was different now. Although Ves only revealed a hint of his amazing potential, he believed he already had the qualifications to negotiate with the senator.

From the moment he accepted the call, Ves already knew that he had entered a negotiation. The outcome of this comm call would decide whether he could earn Tovar's respect as an ally rather than a pawn.

"As a mech designer, it's not proper to compel me to design a mech for someone I consider an enemy." Ves softly spoke while embracing Gloriana.

The senator, seated on his impressive high-backed chair, folded his leathery hands together. "There is too much at stake, Ves. If there was another alternative available, I would not have brought this commission to you in the first place."

"Don't you see that Vincent Ricklin is screwing us around? I doubt he's sincere!"

"I believe you're wrong, there. From what I have gathered, Vincent is quite a fan of your products. The release of your Desolate Soldiers and Prideful Soldiers has been the main catalyst for his request."

"I don't work for anyone." Ves crossed his arms.

"You disappoint me, young man. I thought you would be better than this. I knew many Larkinsons who would never hesitate to do what is right for the Republic. Even if the mission itself is unpalatable, the gains are very clear. Is that not why you've accepted the commission in the end?"

"I accepted it to repay some favors. Nothing more. That doesn't mean I'll tolerate another incident like this. I expect to have a say in the matter the next time you want my assistance."

Senator Tovar slightly shifted his posture, making him appear a bit more imposing. "You are still young and inexperienced. My views are incomparable to yours. Now that the Bright Republic is locked in the greatest crisis since the founding of our great state, we must let wisdom prevail."

"Humans aren't emotionless bots. Our feelings matter. My Desolate Soldier and its variants are all predicated on this belief. No matter how smart you are or how well you've thought out your plans, you won't be able to execute them if you can't inspire the masses."

"Even without your mech, we still have ways of controlling the population. While your mechs are helpful in suppressing unrest, they are not indispensable."

"Are you willing to bet on that?" Ves smirked.

He had been waiting for this moment.

Tovar narrowed his eyes. "What is the meaning of your words?"

"Let me give you a demonstration."

Ves dramatically raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

At the same time, he concentrated his mind and began to think about the Desolate Soldier model. He quickly made contact with the Solemn Guardian, who had grown considerably due to the feedback of the hundreds of thousands of mech pilots.

While the Solemn Guardian was an independent spiritual product, it still recognized Ves as its creator. When Ves communicated a silent request to it, the spiritual product only hesitated for a moment before obeying its instruction.

For the first time since their conversation, Senator Tovar showed an inkling of doubt.

As long as the discussion was limited to words, the senator was confident he could remain in control. Even if Ves gained the moniker of Devil Tongue, his rhetorical abilities were nothing in the eyes of a centuries-old diplomat and statesman!

Ves was very clear about this as well, so he came up with a means to fight against Senator Tovar where he held an insurmountable advantage.

"What is the meaning of your gesture?" Tovar finally asked.

"Perhaps you should check the news or let your assistant inform you what is going on outside your accommodation."

The senator turned to someone out of view of the comm projection. Ves guessed that Tovar was probably speaking to Alistair Cordwraith, his long-serving Benny.

Though Senator Tovar kept an admirably stoic face, there was no way he could remain unmoved. The old man quickly turned back to the comm call.

"What have you done, young man?"

"I only snapped my fingers, senator. Nothing more." Ves replied while continuing to grin. "Shall I do it again?"

Without waiting for the senator's answer, he snapped his fingers yet again.

At the same time, he gently issued another instruction to the Solemn Guardian.

Everything should go back to normal now.

Just two minutes had passed since the first and second instruction, but Ves knew that he had accomplished something incredibly impactful.

The first instruction he issued was to make the Solemn Guardian withdraw its strength to any Soldier mech on Bentheim.

For two perplexing minutes, every Desolate Soldier, Holy Soldier and Prideful Soldier on the planet suddenly lost the bulk of their auras! This immediately alarmed all of their owners and mech pilots and incited a considerable amount of panic!