Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste
Chapter 50: The Exaggerated Expedition Team

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The Exaggerated Expedition Team

Finally, after more than half a month of preparation, Perfikot boarded the ship heading to the New Continent.

This was a shipping liner chartered by the Royal Family from the White Star Company. It originally had a capacity for three hundred people, not a large ship, but it was the latest type of liner launched by the White Star Company in recent years.

The ship adopted many new technologies, with an all-steel structure, and was specially equipped with anti-mine belts usually found on new warships for the northern route. Even in the event of an iceberg collision, the ship would remain unaffected.

The crew consisted of highly experienced old sailors, who had sailed this route more than a dozen times, making them very trustworthy.

The passengers included a professional exploration team of fifty people dispatched by the Empire Exploration Company, more than a dozen scientists involved in this exploration project led by Dr. Jones, and twenty security personnel finally released from the prisoner-of-war camp led by O’Connor.

Of course, besides these individuals, there were Perfikot and her loyal elderly butler, as well as a team of Imperial Guard Knights sent to protect her.

Moreover, to ensure she did not lack anything, Perfikot brought along her team of alchemy puppet maids.

Led by Beifa, the team of twenty alchemy puppet maids stunned everyone upon their appearance.

This shock was not because these twenty alchemy puppets could exert the combat power of formal knights, but rather because each one was incredibly valuable, showcasing Perfikot’s astonishing wealth.

It’s known that even a standard alchemy puppet maid on the market costs at least two hundred pounds, equivalent to a prized pure-blood warhorse.

Not even truly wealthy aristocrats can easily support this level of expenditure.

To say nothing of Perfikot’s custom-made alchemy puppet maids, which are even more expensive on the market.

Especially as her reputation has risen to a new height with the presence of the Steam Knight, enhancing the value of her creations.

However, for Perfikot, this holds little significance; even if the world weren’t facing destruction, wealth to her is merely a number.

If she can create wealth worth two hundred thousand pounds, she can certainly create more.

No one would doubt this point, after all, she is merely fourteen years old, yet the youngest alchemy master in the world.

Nowadays, no one questions whether Perfikot became a master of alchemy through the influences of her parents; she has proved her talent through her achievements.

Though her parents were also masters of alchemy, their research direction was entirely different from Perfikot’s, unrelated to each other.

And because of this, the old generals from the Military Department viewed Perfikot highly, eagerly anticipating Perfikot to present more new inventions in the future.

They even specially deployed a guard to stay with Perfikot and at Brandelis Manor to protect her and safeguard her laboratory at the manor.

The guard was specially organized with funding from several old generals from the Military Department, and the personnel were the elite they meticulously selected, reaching the scale of an infantry regiment.

However, this time when heading to the New Continent, through Perfikot’s persuasion, only one company accompanied her, while the rest of the troops stayed at Brandelis Manor, safeguarding against any intrusion into the manor to steal her research results while she’s away.

Even though Perfikot was fairly confident about the defenses of her laboratory, security was nonetheless necessary.

Consequently, the exploration team this time numbered more than two hundred people, among whom only a dozen scientists and fifty exploration team members were dedicated to exploration, while the rest were solely for ensuring Perfikot’s safety.

This elevated the specifications of her trip to an extremely high level, with the Royal Family directly chartering a liner to ensure her safe journey to the New Continent.

It was deemed insufficient in their view, so a navy escort ship was deployed to accompany the ship throughout its journey to the New Continent.

Upon arrival at the New Continent, the Royal Navy’s New Continent fleet would dispatch warships for protection as well.

It could be said that even if the Empress herself were traveling, she would only receive security treatment of this level.

"Miss Brandelis, do you think it’s still possible for me to disembark now?" On the deck of the liner, the rotund Oliver, watching Perfikot’s company of guards handling their weapons and equipment, couldn’t help but express some regret.

He was invited by Perfikot to join her on the journey to the New Continent, but witnessing such a display after boarding, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the trip.

It’s not that this rotund man was being overly anxious or overly timid.

As a businessman, Oliver didn’t think himself lacking the courage to take risks when needed.

Just like when Perfikot informed him that the world was facing destruction, he dared to listen to such an imperial secret, despite potentially having to pay unimaginable costs.

But now, seeing the ship full of guards and ammunition, he felt slightly apprehensive.

After all, the stance Perfikot took seemed like someone was about to launch an attack on her, and what if he got caught in the crossfire during an attack?

However, Perfikot easily saw through Oliver’s thoughts and merely laughed: "Feeling regret now? It’s a bit too late, you know, this ship doesn’t offer opportunities to disembark once you’re aboard."

Perfikot’s words had an implied meaning, which Oliver naturally understood.

Looking at Perfikot helplessly, he said: "Miss, knowing the road ahead is fraught with hardships and dangers, where even a slight misstep could lead to hitting an iceberg and shattering the ship, why take such risks?"

"Mr. Oliver, when a ship encounters a storm at sea, only by everyone on board working together can they possibly weather the crisis. If someone thinks about retreating, or values life too much, they are often the first to suffer," Perfikot approached the ship’s rails, watching the soldiers who had finished moving supplies enter the cabin, while sailors by the shore started untying the cables and pulling up the deck, she continued: "Now that we are all on the same ship, if we only think of using a lifeboat to escape when confronted with danger, then when we really encounter a storm, the lifeboat is often the first to capsize. Only by preserving the ship can we stand a chance of surviving the storm, isn’t that the case?"