Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 450: Riot
"Dr. Jones, can you tell me where you have been for the past three years? I don't think it would take three years to investigate the ruins of a desert kingdom." Perfect looked at Dr. Jones in front of him with a grim expression, showing great dissatisfaction.

Perfect certainly had good reason to be unhappy. She wasn't even an earl when she sent Dr. Jones to the Desert Kingdom to investigate!

It took Perfectcot three full years to build up the northern border, and this guy just rolled back from the desert kingdom. In this time, Perfectcot was able to make a trip himself.

Not to mention, in the past three years, Dr. Jones seemed to have been hollowed out by alcohol and sex, and looked like he had indulged in excessive sexual activities.

Three years ago, Dr. Jones could still be described as a vigorous scholar, but now? Perfect felt that a heavy smoker and a frequent prostitute were the most appropriate descriptions of him.

If he hadn't said that he had something important to report and that he was the one who sent him out three years ago, Perfect would never have paid any attention to such a person.

"I'll give you five minutes to explain. If your explanation doesn't satisfy me, I don't mind letting you know why others call me the Scarlet Earl." As Perfectcott spoke, he took out a pocket watch from his arms, glanced at the time, and put the pocket watch on the table.

Facing Perfect's serious attitude, Dr. Jones swallowed his saliva but remained calm and said, "I started investigating the ruins immediately after arriving in the Desert Kingdom, but the investigation was obstructed by a local chieftain, who not only attacked the expedition team I led, but also sent people to destroy the ruins.

Afterwards, he also captured me and locked me up. If it weren’t for his daughter’s love for me, I would have died three years ago.”

Hearing what Dr. Jones said, Perfect's expression eased a little, but he still glanced at his pocket watch and said, "You have four and a half minutes left. Let's get to the point, the prophecy."

After that, Perfect paused for a moment and then said, "Also tell me the name of the chieftain."

"Prophecy, yes! Prophecy!" The past three years of life seemed to have taken a great toll on Dr. Jones. He was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses and continued, "I found the prophecy, in the ruins! I started researching it at the time and found some very valuable clues.

I had planned to send a telegram to Her Royal Highness the Princess Royal immediately, but the night before I was about to send all the clues back to Langton, I was attacked by the local chieftain's cavalry. The unit responsible for protecting us was directly wiped out, and all of us were captured.

Except for me, everyone else was brutally killed by that chieftain, he even…"

At this point, Dr. Jones couldn't help but burst into tears with his face covered. But just when Perfect thought he couldn't hold on any longer, he said in an unusually hoarse voice: "I can't forget everything. He was a demon, a cannibalistic demon! I remember his name, Beelzebub! The greatest chieftain of the desert kingdom..."

When Perfect could not help but close his eyes, he heard Dr. Jones say that the chieftain ate humans.

She could imagine what a horrible and cruel scene it must be, and what impact it must have on Dr. Jones.

But then Perfect looked at Dr. Jones and asked in an almost cold voice: "So what did you find?"

"That prophecy is false." Dr. Jones seemed to be determined to shock people, but then he explained: "To be precise, the prophecy I told you at the beginning was only part of it, and the rest is the key.

The so-called 'white star from outer space will bring destruction, the earth will be frozen by the cold wind blown by Safra, and the world will become a white hell', these are only part of the prophecy.

And this is not a prophecy, but a script, a script written in the mythological era!"

"Script? In other words, the end of the world was planned by someone thousands of years ago?" Perfect was not surprised at all by this truth.

"Yes, it is a script that the gods have already arranged. They arranged all this thousands of years ago, before the end of the mythological era." Dr. Jones finally calmed down and told Perfect the truth he had discovered: "Thousands of years ago, the gods had predicted the end of the mythological era and the disappearance of mystery, but the gods were unwilling to die.

So they gathered the power of all the gods, combined the power of all the gods together to create a white star and sent it into the starry sky.

Because the power of the gods is gathered in this white star, when the white star returns, the power of the gods will also return.

The so-called white wind blown by Safra will freeze the earth, but it is just the horn and omen of the return of the gods. They planned all this thousands of years ago!"

After listening to the truth told by Dr. Jones, there was not much expression on Perfecto's face, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry. It was as if this was just an ordinary myth that could not move her at all.

Just when Dr. Jones was about to say something, Perfect picked up the pocket watch on the table, looked at the time and said, "Four and a half minutes. If you have finished, then go down and rest. If you haven't finished, you still have half a minute."

Dr. Jones looked at Perfect, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end said nothing. He simply bowed dejectedly to her and left her office.

Perfect looked at the somewhat dejected Dr. Jones, shook his head helplessly, and said to Samantha beside him: "Send someone to take good care of him, don't let him get into trouble, and don't let him say anything nonsense."

Perfect naturally attached importance to the information brought by Dr. Jones, but the news came too late.

Even if he had been born a year earlier, the news would have meant something completely different to Perfect.

But now... Perfect already knows the existence of gods and that the gods may descend, so it's too late to say these things.

However, Perfect knew that the past three years must have been very difficult for Dr. Jones. The other people in his group either died or were eaten. He hasn't collapsed yet, and he is more or less holding on to the belief that he must bring back this news.

It's actually inappropriate for me to treat him like this.

But Perfect herself knew that she was not suited to this kind of soothing work.

So while asking Samantha to send someone to follow Dr. Jones, she also made other arrangements: "Go back and inform Aunt Annie to go and comfort Dr. Jones. It's more appropriate for her to come forward for this kind of thing."

"I understand. I will inform Her Royal Highness the Princess." Samantha nodded in understanding.

"If you have nothing else to do, go down first! I need some time alone. No one should disturb me unless it's something important." Perfect waved her hand, indicating that she wanted some time alone.

Samantha didn't say anything more. She turned around and left Perfecto's office, closing the door considerately.

After Samantha left, Perfect looked up at the ceiling, then closed his eyes and said, "You go out too, let me be alone for a while." There was no movement in the room, but a window suddenly opened and closed by itself, and Perfect knew that Claudia had also left.

Now she was the only one left in the room. Perfect could finally take off all her disguises and responsibilities, and lean back in the chair like an ordinary person, with a look of dejection and powerlessness on her face.

Her dejection and powerlessness were not due to the news brought back by Dr. Jones, but because this world was too terrible. After she solved a problem, there would always be new problems waiting for her, and even she could not hold on any longer.

But Perfect knew clearly that she must not fall.

If she couldn't hold on any longer, then the world would really be doomed, and everything she had built would collapse in an instant like a castle on the beach.

"The world is in tatters, and I'm mending it..." Perfecto laughed at himself, feeling that he was always doing useless work in the end, and asked himself what the meaning of all this was.

Save the world, she did.

Not only did Perfecto warn the Empire of the end of the world, but she also worked hard to save more people even after the Empire ignored her.

If there really was a grading standard for saviors, Perfectoct felt that he could score at least 80 points.

At least in the past three years, she has really been trying to save more people and making sufficient preparations for more people to survive.

Originally, Perfect thought that the world was just like this, at most it would be like Langton now, everything seemed peaceful on the surface, but beneath the peaceful surface was a whirlpool that was already surging with undercurrents.

She was not surprised that gods appeared in this matter. In a world of swords and magic, it was somewhat inappropriate to have no gods.

Even though the world has entered the Steam Age, doesn't the Resurrection of the Gods fit in better with the Steam Age?
As for overthrowing the capitalists who oppressed the workers in the steam age, she also did a lot for this, and even personally cultivated an enemy who was a serious threat to her.

In every way, Perfecto owed the world nothing, and she could have been left alone.

Be it doomsday or gods, these things are worthless to her.

She also has enough strength and ability to keep herself out of trouble. After all, this was what she had planned from the beginning.

But in the end, she was still involved in it all, sinking deeper and deeper into this vortex, bound by all kinds of shackles, unable to break free.

In fact, Perfect doesn't care much about these things. She doesn't care whether the empire can really survive, and she doesn't care whether human civilization can continue.

Compared to all this, isn't it the most practical thing that she can survive and live well?

However, she finally chose the path of saving the world, and even while saving the world, she did not forget to spread revolutionary ideas in this world.

However, the world did not develop as she expected. Instead, all kinds of things kept popping up, just like suppressing one problem but causing another to pop up, leaving her with no peace for a moment.

Now even gods have appeared, making Perfect wonder what is going on in this world...

"Oh, I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted! I wonder how free and easy I would be in the North alone!" Although Perfect said this, she also understood that if she was really alone, she would definitely feel lonely and isolated.

After all, the whole world is caught in the doomsday disaster. If he is the only one who can survive it, besides feeling lonely, Perfecto might also feel guilty, right?
Having the ability to save and help others, but ultimately standing by and watching them die, was simply not something Perfect could do.

So she never regretted saving the world, nor did she regret everything she had done, even though she knew clearly that if she was willing to give up all this, she could live an easy life.

However, since there is no regret, there is no need to blame others.

Isn't the meaning of all this, in the final analysis, that she successfully saved the world, saved humanity, and allowed human civilization to continue?

She was able to sacrifice more people who could not be saved for this goal, and did not mind slaughtering millions of people to achieve this goal. Naturally, she would not mind killing a few more gods to save humanity.

As for whether she has the ability to kill gods? Perfect has never seen a god, so she doesn't dare to talk about killing gods lightly, but she has confidence in the artifact, the Jade Record, and believes that she can find the power to kill gods in the Jade Record.

After all, there are thirteen pages in the Emerald Jade Record, and she has only opened less than half of it so far, right?

Perfect believed that this artifact, which claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent and contained all the alchemical knowledge in the world, must contain a method to kill gods.

As long as she can turn more pages of the book and gain more knowledge and abilities, she will eventually find the method and power to kill gods.

And in the final analysis, Perfect is a time traveler. She comes from an era where the gods are dead, and from a country that has never believed in any immortal emperors.

God? Sorry, in that country where people don’t believe in God, if the gods don’t do their job well, they will be pulled out and whipped.

When people worship gods, they never think that gods are superior to humans. Those who are deified are just people who once fought against heaven and earth. People only deify them because they respect them.

"There has never been any savior, and we don't need to rely on gods or emperors. To create happiness for mankind, we have to rely on ourselves." Perfect hummed a melody that she had not heard of for a long time.

Although the melody has been missing for a long time, the idea conveyed by the song was deeply imprinted in her heart the first time she heard it.

God may be an obstacle and difficulty, but there is no difficulty in this world that cannot be overcome.

(End of this chapter)