Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 740 - 693: Not Seeing Guests

"Miss, Duke of Gloucester requests an audience." Foster knocked on Perfikot’s door, seeking her approval, his face full of concern.

Since Perfikot announced her retirement, people from various factions came to see her like mad, hoping to understand why she did so and to plead with Perfikot to retract this decision.

After all, this had a huge impact on the entire Northern Territory, and even all of Victory.

However, Perfikot met no one, she was even too lazy to brush people off, directly refusing to see anyone.

This action undoubtedly intensified the panic, hence those requesting to see Perfikot increased in rank, for example, initially it was the Duke of Gloucester’s secretary, but now it was the Duke himself.

Not only that, besides the Duke, others were also seeking a meeting with Perfikot at the same time.

Yet Perfikot’s attitude did not change due to the change in the visitors’ identities: "I will not meet them, tell them not to bother me!"

"Miss, I think you should meet them! Besides Duke of Gloucester, Deputy Prime Minister Kafka and special envoy sent by the Royal Family, the Military Department also sent a Naval Vice Admiral and an Army Major General..." Foster tried to persuade Perfikot, after all, this group was similar to a Cabinet meeting.

However, Perfikot was very firm, she didn’t even open the door: "Tell them to scram, they want freedom, I give them freedom, they want democracy, I give them democracy, opposing my dictatorship, I resigned, what more do they want? Tell them to get lost!"

Upon hearing this answer identical to before, the old caretaker’s face showed resignation.

He said nothing more, just turned around and descended the stairs, approached the long-awaiting visitors and sighed: "Miss doesn’t wish to see you, moreover...she might not be in the room at all."

"What? Mr. Foster, are you saying Count Brandelis is not here now?" A military officer showed a surprised look.

"This isn’t strange, I went up three times, every time Miss’s answer was the same, even the tone doesn’t change, it should be a pre-recorded message." Foster explained a bit, then said helplessly: "So everyone should please leave, regardless of whether Miss is here or not, it seems she won’t meet you."

"Mr. Foster, can’t you go in and check if the Countess is in?" Kallen stood up and asked Foster: "You should have the key to the Countess’s room, right?"

Though knowing it’s not quite right, the entire country was unsettled due to Perfikot’s decision, Kallen had no choice but to resort to this.

"Although I can, I think doing so is meaningless." The old caretaker shook his head.

Of course, he had the key, and he clearly knew Perfikot didn’t lock the door, but so what?

He is Perfikot’s caretaker, she doesn’t wish to meet these people, then as a caretaker, naturally her will is the priority, rather than other considerations.

Especially since the old caretaker had witnessed firsthand Perfikot’s arduous journey over the years and all she endured, he felt heartache deep down for Perfikot whom he watched grow up, hoping she wouldn’t have to shoulder these responsibilities that should not be hers.

However, with the Empire in turmoil and the world facing disasters, only Perfikot has the ability to save the world.

So no matter how he couldn’t bear it, the old caretaker could only watch Perfikot charge alone in the forefront, shielding the entire Empire from wind and rain.

Now that Perfikot has chosen to shirk, although the old caretaker feels puzzled and thinks her decision might be inappropriate, he also cannot help but be glad, Perfikot finally doesn’t have to be entangled by these bothersome matters.

Facing the implicit rejection in the old caretaker’s words, Duke of Gloucester halted the others, stood up and said to Foster: "Since Count Brandelis does not wish to see guests, we shall take our leave for now.

However, please convey to the Count, the Empire needs her, the people need her! No matter what dissatisfaction and requests she has, we will listen seriously and do our utmost to meet them, so after she calms down, we hope she will spare time to meet us."

"I will convey it to Miss." Foster could make no guarantees, so he could only reply like this.

Duke of Gloucester said nothing further, despite feeling slightly disappointed, he courteously took his leave, leading the others away.

After sending everyone off, Foster returned to Perfikot’s door once more, knocked and said: "Miss, they have left."

Yet inside, it was silent, no one answered.

Foster hesitated for a moment, then turned the door handle and walked in.

Even if Perfikot didn’t want to see guests, she should at least eat something, the old caretaker still worried about her health.

However, upon opening the door, all Foster saw was a phonograph placed on the desk, there was no sign of Perfikot in the room.

The old caretaker helplessly shook his head, his face showing a kind of doting indulgence at the mischief of a young girl.

In his view, at her age Perfikot should be doing things typical of girls, like being capricious, running away, and mischief, which befits her age.

As for national affairs? Isn’t there a multitude of nobles and bureaucrats in the Empire who can’t take care of these?

Relying wholly on a teenage girl to save the world, save the country?

Good upbringing and personal qualities kept the old caretaker from uttering vulgarities, but he supported Perfikot in doing what she did.

Especially since Perfikot left a note on the desk, written in beautiful cursive: "I’m out to play, please handle them for me, thank you, Grandpa Fu!"

Seeing this note, Foster showed a smile mixed with some helplessness but mostly with amusement, he put away the note, checked the phonograph to ensure it had no issues, then left the room and locked the door again.

Since Perfikot requested him to handle those visitors, the loyal old caretaker naturally would execute Perfikot’s commands well, not letting anyone disturb her.

"To create the illusion that Miss is still here, it seems preparations for Miss’s dining are necessary." At this moment, the old caretaker felt somewhat regretful for telling Duke of Gloucester and the others that Perfikot wasn’t home earlier, but it was of no consequence.

"Though I don’t know what Miss intends to do, her decision must have her reasoning, she has worked hard for so long and deserves a good rest." The old caretaker’s gaze gradually firmed, clarifying what he should do.

As for the Empire’s turmoil? If a large Victory can’t function without a teenage girl, then this country would have no hope.