Chương 3747: Ginger

Ves leaned his head against his fist as he tried to figure out what he was missing.

After creating five different coin presses, he failed to make any progress. Why was it so hard to nail down a device that could produce living coins by itself?

"Conventional solutions won't cut it. I have tried all of the fairly obvious solutions, to no avail. There are rules in play that prevent my work from fulfilling its purpose."

He wouldn't be suffering from this problem as much if he stuck to producing mechs. While they also required a human element in order to make them alive, he could at least leave this job to mech technicians.

"Is that what I'm missing? The human element?"

Working off this premise, he designed a sixth iteration of his coin minter before he called in a random mech technician who was on shift in the production hall.

"You called, patriarch?"