CHAPTER 332: CHAPTER 328 LORD’S MANSION

Although Perfikot wanted to focus on starting her research project, clearly she had other things to do.

For example, the postponed Chernobyl completion ceremony.

It should be known that the people of the entire city have been waiting for her for several days. Without her, the Lord of the Northern Territory, attending, this ceremony cannot take place.

So Perfikot could only seal the captured ancestor’s soul and then let her Flying Airship return to Chernobyl.

Of course, before leaving, she didn’t forget to let Richard and the Shaman clean up any similar occurrences that might exist locally.

After all, this time she happened to come over and could handle it in time. Otherwise, this settlement might have started losing lives before she found out.

Thinking about this, Perfikot felt that perhaps she should strengthen the communication between various settlements and cities and herself.

"Build a telegraph station for each settlement?" Perfikot first thought of wireless telegraphs, since at this time the telephone hadn’t been invented, but wireless telegraphs were already being used. Communication on Flying Airships and ships primarily relied on this.

Previously, the reason she hadn’t considered this was simply that Perfikot hadn’t thought of it.

In the end, she had too many things to worry about, and it’s impossible to be thorough with everything.

However, now that she’s thought of it, the next steps are straightforward, since the matter of radio stations is well-addressed; just follow the procurement channels.

The only slightly troublesome part might be the training of telegraph operators, after all, sending and receiving telegrams require a certain level of technical expertise—not to mention radio encryption and decoding.

Of course, in the Northern Territory, civil-level wireless communication doesn’t really need encryption. In the original world, even until World War I, few people thought about this. It was during World War II when radio encryption and decoding had some spectacular stories.

But for Perfikot, these are easily resolved. Her maid puppets are the best telegraph operators.

She just needs to write a program for sending and receiving telegrams and include a set of codes for encoding and decoding, and the matter is settled.

Training a telegraph operator is both costly and time-consuming. Compared to that, producing a specialized maid puppet is far simpler, and the cost is much lower.

Keep in mind, an annual salary for a qualified telegraph operator is nearly two hundred gold pounds.

And for an Alchemy Puppet, if it’s the most basic version with no additional features, two hundred gold pounds is enough to buy it.

So, for Perfikot, training a special telegraph operator is truly less simple than making an Alchemy Puppet.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Perfikot’s Flying Airship finally flew back to Chernobyl.

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As the capital of the Northern Territory, Chernobyl was still a complete wilderness a year ago.

It was after Perfikot initiated the Northern Territory development plan that it was planned and constructed.

For this project, the Empire dedicated a lot of resources and effort, making it the largest construction project in the Northern Territory currently.

Even now, although the city is basically completed, there are still many construction works underway. The entire city, apart from the finished sections, looks like a giant construction site.

However, for those attending the city’s completion ceremony, this is precisely a symbol of Northern Territory’s prosperity.

After all, this is the industrial age; everything is in development and reform. Even in Langton, new buildings are completed or old ones torn down every day; construction always is a symbol of prosperity.

Conversely, if a place hasn’t seen new constructions or infrastructure renewal or expansion in decades, that’s when it’s truly stagnant.

Perfikot looked down at the new city from above, her gaze carrying both scrutiny and a hint of indifference.

It’s not that she cared about other aspects; rather, she truly had little interest in this city.

Although this is the capital of the Northern Territory, its future... no, it should be said now as the administrative center of the entire Northern Territory; to Perfikot, it’s just a city like any other.

If you insist on saying there’s something different, then it’s that this city is hers; if anything doesn’t please her or satisfy her, she can change it until it does.

But Perfikot really didn’t care much about that. It’s just a city, after all, other than a style she doesn’t quite like, there are no other flaws.

The basic design and construction ideas for the city followed her thoughts, so there aren’t any obvious mistakes or omissions. If there really were issues, they could be slowly amended later; there’s no need for drastic measures.

Furthermore, now that it’s built, claiming dissatisfaction seems to be a waste of resources and time. After all, there’s only a year and a half left before the arrival of the doomsday winter; this year’s winter is going to be hard, there’s really no need for further trouble.

Moreover, for Perfikot, she genuinely doesn’t care what the surface of the city looks like; what she truly cares about is the underground part.

This part of Chernobyl was designed according to her plans. Although she hasn’t inspected it, the Empire did send people for engineering acceptance, so presumably there shouldn’t be major issues.

If there really are problems, then Perfikot would have plenty of pent-up frustration to be vented.

Following certain unspeakable traditions of the original world, if buildings aren’t constructed well, it’s said one must perform sacrifices with the foundation piles.

Perfikot might not like feudal superstitions, but it doesn’t prevent her from "respecting" traditions when needed.

With a slight tremor from the Flying Airship, the not-too-large private Flying Airship docked at the berth specially built at Chernobyl’s Lord’s Mansion.

This berth consists of a mooring tower, docking pier, and a repair dock.

Calling it a berth for docking seems inadequate; rather, it encompasses a complete maintenance station, including inspection and repair, which provides daily upkeep and even allows for the construction of new Flying Airships.

Such a setup might be somewhat extravagant for the Lord’s Mansion, making Perfikot more curious about what exactly they filled into the Lord’s Mansion.

After all, this Lord’s Mansion was built for her. Without any unexpected circumstances, she would live here.

When it was built, someone specifically consulted her for special requests. Back then, Perfikot’s only requirement was for it to be cold-resistant.

But this was clearly not something evident from the exterior, yet the winter in the Northern Territory was fast approaching; after the height of summer, the autumn in the Northern Territory is quite short.

Stepping off the Flying Airship, Perfikot looked at the people on the berth welcoming her, and with a smile on her face, walked over: "Aunt Annie, thank you for waiting."