Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 745 - 698 Perfikot Appears

Once again, the cabinet officials were met with a closed door.

Even though they had guessed that Perfikot might no longer be at the lord's mansion, they had no choice but to come here to find her.

"Apologies, everyone, the young lady still doesn't wish to see anyone." The loyal old butler dutifully blocked all visitors, following Perfikot's previous orders to refuse anyone from seeing her until she appeared on her own accord.

"Butler Foster, I hope you can report once more to Count Brandelis that the airship project has suffered significant delays due to her departure, and we lack the capability to fill the void she left behind." The one from the cabinet this time was Prime Minister Wellington, whose words were relatively more pragmatic and direct: "The cabinet needs her to help us steer the entire plan, we also need her to guide us, and even more, to coordinate the entire project.

If she doesn't want the project she poured her heart and effort into to encounter issues, then please ask her to appear soon after her anger has subsided! We truly need her! The Empire cannot do without Count Brandelis."

"Yes, Prime Minister, I will convey your words to the young lady." Foster's manners were impeccable, but his attitude remained firm.

Wellington had no choice but to reluctantly say a few more words before taking his leave.

After Wellington left, the expression on the old butler's face shifted from dignified elegance to one of helplessness and concern.

He could understand the young lady's attitude, considering what had happened before, it was quite normal for her to leave home in anger.

As for Perfikot's safety, he wasn't worried at all; after all, she was his young lady, the most brilliant Alchemist in the world, and with Beifa by her side, the old butler wasn't concerned about Perfikot encountering danger.

He believed Perfikot went out just to relax, and once she calmed down or achieved her purpose, she would naturally return.

However, the chain reactions caused by Perfikot's resignation led to increasing problems, and neither the cabinet nor other sectors could bear it any longer.

This was also why the number of people beseeching Perfikot to return was increasing, and those coming were of higher importance.

This undoubtedly made the old butler worried, wondering if the delay in Perfikot's return might lead to irreparable consequences.

Yet, the old butler clearly couldn't decide for the young lady nor could he contact the runaway Perfikot, which left him deeply troubled.

However, fortunately for the old butler, as long as he meticulously executed Perfikot's orders, everything else was not his concern.

Still, it was inevitable to feel worried, after all, she was the young lady he watched grow up; how could the old butler not be worried?

"Mr. Foster, someone delivered a letter at the door for you." At this point, a maid came over with a letter and handed it to Foster.

Upon seeing the handwriting on the envelope, Foster immediately brightened up. It was Perfikot's handwriting.

He hurriedly asked, "Who delivered this? Where is the messenger?"

"Sorry, the messenger was a child; he said a pretty maid sister gave him this letter and a gold pound, asking him to deliver it to the lord's mansion." The maid answered quickly, evidently realizing the letter seemed very important.

Hearing this response, Foster's face showed a hint of disappointment, but he quickly opened the envelope and looked at the contents of the letter.

The letter contained little content, just the words "Come pick me up" and an address.

Upon seeing this phrase and address, the old butler was overjoyed and quickly instructed the maid beside him: "Prepare a carriage! I need to go out!"

The maid didn't understand why but quickly had someone prepare the carriage.

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Foster didn't spend much time reaching the address Perfikot mentioned in the letter, a small café near a factory in Oliver.

"Miss, it's such a relief to see you safe and sound!" Seeing Perfikot leisurely sipping tea at a table, Foster was nearly moved to tears.

"Sorry to make you worry, Grandpa Fu." Perfikot greeted Foster, gesturing for him to sit.

But Foster didn't sit; he just stood in front of Perfikot, waiting for her instructions as usual.

"I've had quite a few visitors while I was away, haven't I?" Perfikot looked at Foster, casually asking.

"Miss, in your absence, members from the cabinet and other forces visited you. Just now, Prime Minister Wellington personally sought an audience, but according to your orders, I turned them all away." Foster reported to Perfikot, also noting, "Prime Minister Wellington said because of your resignation, the cabinet's workload has increased, and they're much less efficient than you.

This has led to the airship project's progress falling far short of expectations, so they are begging you to return to preside over the work."

"A bunch of incompetents! I had already laid out the plan; they just needed to follow the plan I devised. How could they fail even at that?" Perfikot let out a helpless complaint, feeling utterly speechless.

Though she had resigned without warning, she had left behind a detailed implementation plan for the airship project. As long as it was followed properly, although the efficiency would indeed be slightly lower, there shouldn't have been any issues.

Clearly, someone in the cabinet thought they could manage as well without Perfikot, which is why they didn't follow her plan.

When Perfikot devised her plans, she usually did so with the highest efficiency and execution standards, leading to her plans being highly intricate, resembling the tightly interlocking gears of a clock.

Once a part of the plan went awry, the whole plan would be disrupted.

For her, handling such plans was certainly not an issue, as she had the ability to manage them.

But for others, especially those who intended to deviate from her plan, it would undoubtedly result in everything being messed up.

"Miss, perhaps it's not that they are too incompetent, but rather that you are too much of a genius, so much so you overlook how astonishing your work is to ordinary people." The old butler showed a helpless expression but still complimented Perfikot.

"Enough with the flattery. I know I'm a genius!" Perfikot waved her hand and then finished her cup of tea. "Since it has come to this, I should return."