The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7595

Chapter 7595: Strategic Resource Constraints

The talk with Rosa Orfan cleared a lot of doubts.

She and the Prophet’s Bane had entered a new phase in their tempestuous relationship.

While they still remained hostile with each other, a possibility had opened up where they might agree to set aside their differences for a short moment.

Of course, whether such an occurrence took place completely depended on the whims of the Middle Demon.

The Prophet’s Bane held all of the power in this relationship. It was he alone who could decide whether to assail his human prey or suspend hostilities.

That was very much an undesirable state of affairs, but no one could do anything about it. Aside from achieving a major breakthrough, the only ways for Rosa Orfan to truly resolve the threat of a takeover was to defeat the demon in totality or achieve a genuine state of symbiosis.

None of these outcomes could be attained in the short term.

What was worse was that Ves also had to go out of his way to satisfy the latest request of the Prophet’s Bane.

The promise weighed heavily on his mind. He felt so tempted to discard it, but a deal was a deal. Ves was not willing to compromise his integrity and piss off the most powerful ace mech in his arsenal just because he felt squeamish all of a sudden.

Before he left, he made sure to voice his intentions.

"Demon, I am glad to see you living with Saint Orfan in peace at this time. I hope you can continue to grant her relief in the future. Your mercy shall not go unnoticed. As soon as I get back to my office, I will begin to make arrangements regarding the supply of... human sacrifices. Given that our deal makes no demands on the particulars of the human subjects, I intend to negotiate a transfer of heinous prisoners with nearby states. Passing them on to you will not only satisfy your appetite, but also cleanse our society of unproductive actors. It will take time for us to collect these people, so please be patient."

The Riot Mark III shook a little, but that was all. The ace mech could hardly do anything now that it was locked down to this extent.

Ves still got the message, though. He wordlessly nodded in acknowledgement before turning around and making his departure.

Half an hour later, the tired and injured Senior Mech Designer processed the most critical paperwork in his personal office.

Now that the fleet had suffered so much attrition, Ves and other leaders had to make a lot of hard decisions.

Dozens of emergencies had popped up, so much so that the limited manpower at their disposal could never address all of them. The Larkinsons and other groups had little choice but to ignore lesser matters.

Fortunately, Ves did not assume a lot of direct responsibility this time. The Saint Commander and other leadership figures had to oversee many more units and activities. This was why they were not quite ready to attend a briefing.

Since Ves gained a little time for himself, he chose to leave his office and drop by the design lab.

"You have finally deigned to enter your workspace."

"Well, I am glad to see you too, Gloriana. Aren’t you concerned about my injury?"

His wife looked up from one of the worktables and directed a measuring glance towards the stiff and bandaged shoulder.

"You spent many minutes on the battlefield after you concluded your duel with the Blackwater Summoner. You did not choose to remain in the infirmary. This means that your injury is not severe enough to warrant my attention. If your condition was critical enough, then you or your doctors would have notified me directly. That has not happened."

Well, she may be right about this, but she didn’t have to adopt such a heartless tone.

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