Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 495: Transaction and Appearance

"Ms. Countess Brandlis, please have mercy and save my people! The Kingdom of Redil is unable to protect its own people from this disaster. Please help us!" An elderly man did not care about his identity as a king and pleaded with tears in front of Perfectok.

Although the other guests around were surprised that the old king could be so embarrassed, they did not show any disdain or ridicule towards him.

When facing a doomsday crisis and you are unable to resolve it yourself, asking for help is a very effective option.

Isn't the biggest reason why they are here to attend Perfect's birthday party is that they are here to ask for help?

It’s just that the old king in front of him cares less about those false reputations than others.

In the eyes of the old king, if his face could buy the continuation of his country and the survival of his people in the doomsday disaster, then let alone letting him cry in front of Perfectok, even if Perfectok wanted to literally put his face on the ground and step on it, he would be happy to do it.

After all, face is false, but saving one's own country is real.

Moreover, he is already an old man in his seventies or eighties, and is no longer at the age where he cares about his face. If he can save his country, he will not even be stingy with his life, let alone a little bit of face?
Facing an old king with such awareness, Perfect still had some admiration for him.

At least Perfect could see that this man really cared about his country and his people.

Therefore, Perfect didn't hold back. After a little consideration, he said, "I can provide you with the technology to resist this doomsday winter, but this is not a free gift. You must pay a corresponding price in exchange. I wonder if Redil can accept such conditions?"

"Of course! Miss Countess, you have already shown great kindness by agreeing to provide help. I dare not ask for more! As for the deal, please rest assured that as long as Redil can afford it, I can agree to any conditions." The old king obviously saw things very clearly. Only the survival of the country can have a future. As for other things, they are not important in front of this goal.

Facing such an old king who knew the current situation, Perfect nodded slightly and said, "I have been very interested in various powerful magic props or alchemical creations recently. If there is anything new, that would be fine too.

If neither of these two are available, then I would also be very interested in various documentary records related to the mythological era, or precious alchemical texts and other knowledge."

"It's very simple. You can take anything in our Redil treasury, Miss Countess." Hearing that these were what Perfectcot wanted, the old king agreed to Perfectcot's request without hesitation: "If I remember correctly, in the treasury of the Redil royal family there is a spear that is said to have been passed down from the mythological era. It is said that when it is thrown out, it is like a meteor across the sky. It has always been the most powerful treasure of Redil. If you are interested, Miss Countess, I can send a message to the country right now and have someone send this spear to us."

Although for Redil, the spear is almost a national treasure and has saved the country more than once in the past hundreds of years, but with the development of technology, the spear is still powerful, but it is gradually unable to protect the country.

So almost a hundred years ago, this spear became a symbolic spiritual totem and has been enshrined in a Valhalla in the capital of Redil.

However, now the old king feels that this spear may be able to save his country once again.

In response, Perfectok just raised his eyebrows and showed an interested expression: "I am indeed very interested." "Then I will have someone send it to you right away. I hope that this weapon left by my ancestors can once again protect and save my country." The old king saluted Perfectok, thanking her for her willingness to help him and his country.

In response to the old king's salute, Perfect lifted her skirt to return the salute and said, "As for the specific details, you can send someone to discuss with my butler. Of course, other departments in the North will also serve you wholeheartedly."

Perfect is not stingy in spreading his technology. If just this level of technology can help a country cope with the doomsday crisis, it would be the best thing.

Even if these countries cannot offer anything that impresses her, she will not hesitate to provide them with help.

As for other things, it depends on the sincerity of these people.

However, perhaps for these people, face is always something that needs to be taken into consideration, or perhaps they feel that their status is not enough to compete with the king of a country. In short, so far, only the old king and Perfectok have reached an agreement.

Others are still more or less considerate, reserved and waiting.

Perfect didn't indulge them. Seeing that no one came up to discuss cooperation or seeking help, she followed her original plan and came to the center of the banquet. She said to everyone, "Thank you all for taking the time to come to my birthday party today. I am deeply honored..."

Perfect didn't even need to think about the polite words for some occasions. When the banquet was being planned, court attendants from the royal family had already written all the scripts for him, and Perfect only had to read them.

Yes, these thoughtful servants even prepared a teleprompter for Perfectcott, so she could see it as long as she raised her eyes a little.

This way of looking up will only make people feel that she is full of momentum, and not that she is reading a script.

After finishing his polite speech, Perfect got to the point: "Everyone, I believe you have all seen the power of the Steam Knights. This powerful weapon has brought back the era of knights and has produced fruitful results.

But in my opinion, this is not enough! The emergence of this doomsday disaster makes each of us deeply feel our own weakness in the face of nature and the world.

For this purpose, I worked day and night, and finally developed a new generation of products based on the Steam Knight Armor!

I named it the God-killing Armor, because even if the gods of the old days come, as long as the brave knight wears it, he can kill those evil gods! "

As Perfect spoke passionately, a gigantic steel structure appeared before everyone's eyes.

(End of this chapter)