Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 721 - 674: Behind-the-Scenes Conspiracy

Under the respectful farewell of Baron Adams, Perfikot left the Adams family's factory and boarded his carriage to depart.

"Count, you don't seem to care much about this matter?" On the carriage, Scott, who accompanied Perfikot to today's event, suddenly spoke, curiously asking Perfikot.

"Is there anything worth my attention in this matter?" Perfikot looked at this radical from the Northern Faction and said in a casual tone, "Whether someone is trying to influence the dirigible project through these means, or trying to test my attitude with this, or has some other schemes, it's all meaningless to me.

If they dare to act, I dare to let the White Bear Knights crush them.

As for other things, do you think there's anything else worthy of my attention? Or do you think the mere Adams family is worth my attention?"

Perfikot's words may sound arrogant, but for her, this was a fact that needed no doubt or discussion.

This was just a trivial matter. Even if someone tried to achieve any purpose through this matter, it was still outside the scope Perfikot needed to focus on.

She is the Lord of the North, with many major affairs waiting for her to handle. If she spends energy on such trivial matters, even if she had eight heads, she wouldn't be busy enough every day.

Previously, Perfikot was overwhelmed by government affairs, with an endless amount of work to be done every day.

Because at that time she was very diligent, adhering to the principle of personally overseeing all matters large and small to avoid mistakes, she almost had to pass everything through her hands.

But when the doomsday winter arrived, Perfikot suddenly found that even if she was not diligent, the administrative system she built was enough to ensure that the Northern Territory would operate without issues.

So Perfikot started to 'slack off', throwing a large amount of government affairs to others to handle, while she herself had much more leisure.

After all, even if she handled those government affairs, most of the daily matters were left to substitute puppets, rather than being personally reviewed. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

So rather than letting the puppets work, it's better to directly throw it to the people below, allowing them to handle it and also train talents.

Like Scott, who is now Perfikot's loyal secretary, handling simple government affairs.

And facing Perfikot's attitude, Scott could only helplessly admit: "Count, your power is enough to deter all petty people; they do not pose any threat to you."

This wasn't flattery, but, for the entire Northern Territory, Perfikot was such an existence.

Her control over the Northern Territory could almost be said to be completely in her hands, and the support of the Northern people for Perfikot was incredibly high, even to the point that Perfikot could rally them instantly.

And with the support of such public sentiment, the intelligence agencies of the Northern Territory naturally had complete knowledge of all affairs, large and small, throughout the Northern Territory.

Needless to say, the presence of the Assassin Brotherhood was enough to directly thwart any conspiracies against Perfikot in their infancy.

If, under such conditions, an event that could threaten Perfikot could occur, and she remained unaware, then she had no need to be concerned.

Because if such a thing truly happened, it would mean she had lost the most basic control over the Northern Territory.

"However, this matter does indeed require some attention, as the dirigible plan concerns whether the five-year economic development plan can be successfully implemented. If someone is trying to cause trouble with this, it will also be very troubling for me." Perfikot shook her head, then instructed Scott: "Leave this matter to you. If there's no one behind the scenes causing trouble, deal with the related personnel severely.

But if there are culprits, uncover them all and hang them on the streetlights!"

Perfikot said this, then turned to look at the streetlights along the roadside outside the carriage, displaying an expectant expression: "The streetlights in the Northern Territory have been empty for a long time, and I look forward to having enough decorations to adorn them."

"Rest assured, I will not disappoint you." A flicker of fervor flashed in Scott's eyes.

He is a radical, and he hopes Perfikot can lead the entire Empire because, in his and other radicals who support Perfikot's views, only a genius leader like Perfikot can lead the Victor Empire to unprecedented prosperity.

And anyone who dares to oppose Perfikot is hindering the Empire's prosperity.

To them, these are enemies that ought to be crushed.

However, since Perfikot likes hanging people on streetlights, he doesn't mind decorating the entire Northern Territory for her.

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"Looks like someone's little trick was discovered!" In a restaurant opposite the Adams family, a young man watched as police arrested a large number of personnel from the Adams family factory and sneered.

However, the person he was mocking was indifferent, still flipping through the newspaper in his hand, and nonchalantly said: "These small tricks are just to fool those idiots in the Adams family. Expecting them to deceive the Blood Countess? Ha~!"

A disdainful, cold laugh already sufficed to reveal the attitude.

"Trivank, if you're upset because your schemes were exposed, feel free to vent it out." The young man looked at his companion and mocked with greater malice: "I won't laugh at you, I'll just laugh at you loudly."

"If you want to die once, I don't mind twisting your neck." The man named Trivank looked up at the young man coldly: "I know you want to take on the Blood Countess, but I remind you, don't ruin major affairs for your small hobby!"

"How could I? I just want to see if the Count is really as capable as the legends say." The young man maintained a smile on his face, but his expression looked like his face was plastered onto something, making him look quite odd, even giving a chilling sense of terror.

Seeing this look on him, Trivank couldn't be bothered to manage him, just putting down the newspaper and starting to eat the steak with a tinge of blood in front of him: "After the Battle of Langton, the gods have all become interested in the Blood Countess, with the War God even personally trying to gain her faith.

But she went against the good intentions of the esteemed gods, and even tried to create the blasphemous Godslaying Armor.

We must prevent all of this from happening! The dignity of the gods must not be desecrated! I hope that while you're satisfying your little hobbies, you don't forget this point."