Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 676 - 632: Perfikot’s Questioning

The election speeches on stage continued, since there were many candidates this time. Even though each person was limited to only speak for fifteen minutes, it still took a long time for everyone to finish speaking.

In fact, to ensure that everyone has enough time for their speeches, and that the public can clearly hear and understand what they say, the entire speech process was arranged over three days.

Each candidate has fifteen minutes to deliver their speech, with five minutes left to answer questions.

Most of the questions focus on specific policy issues, which sound quite dull.

It was for this reason that Perfikot found herself yawning continuously.

Her behavior naturally caught the attention of many, and some interpreted it as the Count of the Northern Territory's disdain toward these candidates.

Perfikot didn't care about this. For her, sitting there with them and wasting time was already the greatest respect she could offer.

Otherwise, she could directly tell the Empress that she wanted to be the Prime Minister or appoint someone herself to be the Prime Minister, and others wouldn't have room to object.

Recognizing this, various forces showed great tolerance and restraint towards Perfikot's attitude, and no one dared to provoke her.

Especially today, Perfikot was accompanied by her old butler instead of the ever-present Beifa.

The majority of people in the Empire did not have a correct perception of the strength accompanying Perfikot. In their impression, the strongest person around Perfikot was this old butler, not that alchemic puppet maid.

Therefore, when the old butler stood by Perfikot's side with a sword, the deterrent force was undeniable.

This was a knight of distinguished service, and it was rumored that with Perfikot's help, he might have already been promoted to Legendary. What if someone challenged him to a duel by throwing down a glove?

One must know that despite the feudal era not being entirely off the historical stage, knights were still active across various aspects of the Empire, and dueling by throwing gloves was a common and familiar event among the citizens of the Empire.

Nonetheless, there were still whispers about Perfikot's attitude, thinking her dismissive behavior underestimated their strength, which might actually benefit their campaign for Prime Minister.

"Fu Grandpa, when is the speech scheduled for the candidates from the Northern Territory and the Dominion joint candidacy?" Perfikot felt quite bored. Today, without Beifa, she lacked the red tea and snacks to keep her spirited, having to struggle to stay awake.

The content of these candidates' speeches was inherently hollow, and it became evident that their policy platforms were made up on the spot, most of which were cliches, as after hearing one or two, the rest didn't warrant closer listening.

Even if one or two managed to propose some more novel ideas, they were still difficult to break free from the existing political framework, making it truly hard for Perfikot to find them interesting.

All she wanted now was to listen to her candidates' speeches and show some support.

Otherwise, she felt like she would really fall asleep here.

"They are the last ones today, miss. Would you like me to prepare some drinks for you to refresh yourself?" The old butler watched Perfikot's yawning and asked with concern.

"The last ones? These guys are really petty and afraid! But no need for drinks, just instruct the kitchen to prepare a family dinner in the evening; I intend to host a guest." Upon hearing the old butler's response, Perfikot's eyes finally cleared up a bit and she made arrangements.

The old butler nodded and took note of Perfikot's instructions, then summoned an attendant to relay the instructions and also asked, "Miss, which guest would you like to invite? So that I can make specific arrangements."

"Just the leader of the Dominion, Miss Kafka, Fu Grandpa, you should notify her personally." Perfikot looked at the candidate on stage answering questions while instructing the old butler: "After the representatives from the Northern Territory and the Dominion finish their speech."

"Yes, miss." The old butler nodded, indicating that he understood.

At this moment, the candidate on stage seemed to have finished answering questions, glanced around, and somehow noticed Perfikot sitting up straight again, thinking his speech had piqued the interest of the Countess.

However, seeing the candidate's expression, Perfikot suddenly had a mischievous thought. Raising her hand to signal, she asked, "Candidate, I heard your speech just now, but it seems like you didn't mention specific governance measures, mostly just slogan-like proposals.

I'd like to ask how you plan to address specific issues in actual affairs? For instance, now that the Northern Territory is facing a blizzard, with a reduction in grain production, how would you respond to this situation?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Perfikot's question was not particularly tricky, nor could it be considered difficult; it was merely a question within the normal range of inquiry.

After all, as the Prime Minister of the Empire, encountering such issues in the current environment is very real.

Undoubtedly, Perfikot's question stirred the curiosity of others, causing the audience in the venue to focus their attention on this candidate, waiting for his response.

The keen gaze of the audience made him suddenly nervous. After a moment of hesitation and thought, the candidate began to answer: "I would release part of the grain stored in reserves and then mobilize grain from other productive regions of the Empire to help the Northern Territory through this crisis."

This response was just a typical imaginative answer, failing even to align with reality.

Perfikot couldn't hide her disappointment on her face; she sighed helplessly and said, "First of all, the staple food for the population of the Northern Territory is supported by alchemy-produced compressed biscuits, with grain yield only to support non-staple consumption, which is to meet the needs of the nobility and affluent groups.

Indeed, there are grain reserves, but they are emergency supplies, which cannot be used in the scenario of mere grain reduction without a disaster or famine.

Moreover, there are no so-called other grain-producing regions in the Empire now; all the colonies are not well-fed and have no ability to grow grain under the snowstorm.

Or perhaps the Northern Territory is currently the largest grain-producing area in the Empire because it has enough greenhouses to maintain grain cultivation to meet the consumption needs of part of the population."

Saying this, Perfikot looked at the candidate on stage, who was now sweating profusely, with a kind of sad expression and said, "Even if you have no actual governance experience, you should at least actually understand the state of the Empire, right?

Wanting to become the Prime Minister without understanding anything about the current workings of the Empire? What do you take the position of Prime Minister as? And the responsibility of governing this country?"

Under Perfikot's questioning, the candidate's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the podium.