Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 842

In the room, Perfect was sitting at his desk, holding a report that had just been delivered.

This is a report from the floating city on the progress of the third module's construction, which records in detail the progress of each stage of the module and the resource consumption.

Perfect's eyes swept across the paper quickly, his brows slightly furrowed, and then slowly relaxed.

Since she had levied a large amount of minerals and resources from Marcel, the construction progress of the floating city had been significantly accelerated.

The report mentioned that the project, which had been stalled due to resource shortages, has been restarted and even started much earlier than expected.

Abundant mineral resources allow the industrial machines on the floating city to operate at full capacity.

It was for this reason that Perfecto had the leisure to have a batch of food delivered to the hotel, and then ordered the chef, who was said to have been very famous in Marseille before the Seventeen-Day War, to cook authentic French dishes for him.

The chef's cooking skills are indeed good, and the dishes he prepared for her were very much to her taste.

She was impressed by how delicate and delicious each dish was.

This gave her the idea of ​​bringing the chef to the floating city to be her own personal chef.

After all, even Victorians have to admit that the French are indeed "slightly better" in terms of cuisine.

Their dishes not only pay attention to the combination of ingredients, but also focus on cooking techniques and control of heat. Every bite can make people feel the chef's dedication.

Perfect put down the report, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long breath.

Although the construction progress of the floating city module is based on the exploitation of Marcel and even the entire France, Perfect cannot show mercy to them now.

Of course she knew that the entire Marcel was now filled with voices of dissatisfaction and resistance.

After all, before she arrived, this place had been plundered and exploited to the limit by the Victorians.

Now that she is exploiting us again, it would be strange if no one resisted.

However, having already gone to war with the gods, she could not show any mercy to the Frans.

If necessary, she would even exploit the Victorians as well. To her, the outcome of this war was far more important than the fate of any individual.

In fact, new floating city modules are currently being built in the North and the Empire, respectively led by Sandrion and her disciples.

These floating city modules will not rush to join Perficot, but will remain there as fortifications to defend against possible attacks from the gods.

Although the gods' attention has been focused on Perfecto, and several attacks have been launched around her, this does not mean that the gods will not launch sneak attacks on the North and the Empire's homeland.

After all, the population of the floating city is not large, and although Perfect thinks she is very important, if she dies, humans will not completely lose the ability to resist.

As long as the North's population and industrial strength remain, there is still hope.

However, if the industry and population of the North and the Empire were destroyed, then even if she had a floating city, her hope of fighting back would become very slim. Although the original purpose of the floating city was to allow humans to retain the ability to resist when everything was irreversible.

So, even though her exploitation of Marcel made the people here miserable, and even though she knew her actions were fanning the flames of resistance, she had no choice.

The cruelty of the war forced her to look further ahead and concentrate all her resources on the construction of the floating city.

She could only hope that when the floating city was finally built and when humans could stand firm under the threat of the gods, these sacrifices and sufferings would be exchanged for a more long-term future.

As for those voices of dissatisfaction and resistance, she could only choose to ignore them for the time being.

After all, in this war that concerns the survival of mankind, kindness may be a luxury, and she can no longer afford it.

As Perfect sighed, the hotel staff elegantly pushed today's lunch into the room.

"Mr. Regent, today's lunch has been prepared for you." A waiter from the hotel pushed a dining cart into the room, stood respectfully in front of Perfecto, and introduced today's dishes to her: "The appetizer is the classic French onion soup. The soup base is a perfect blend of slow-cooked beef broth and caramelized onions. The top is topped with golden baguette slices and melted Gruyère cheese. It has a rich aroma and a rich taste."

As he introduced, he gently placed the soup bowl in front of Perfecto, and then continued: "The main course is pan-fried chicken breast with mushroom sauce. The skin of the chicken breast is fried until golden and crispy, and the inside is tender and juicy. It is paired with a rich sauce made of fresh mushrooms, white wine and light cream. The flavors are distinct.

The side dish is garlic butter roasted potatoes. The small potatoes are soaked in garlic butter, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the aroma is fragrant. "

The waiter skillfully placed the main course and side dishes on the table, then took out a bottle of wine from the dining cart, tilted the bottle slightly to show the wine label, and continued: "The wine paired with your meal today is Porto Aged. This wine has a mellow taste with rich fruity aromas and the aroma of oak barrels, which complements the mushroom sauce and chicken in the main course. Please taste it."

Although the traditional French meal should be served one by one, the waiter already knew Perfect's preferences, so all the dishes were neatly arranged at once so that she could take them freely. He bowed slightly and said softly, "Please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."

Perfect nodded slightly and glanced at the dishes on the table. Although her mood was still heavy, the aroma of the food seemed to relax her brows a little.

After all, delicious food can always soothe people's souls at any time.

Perfect sat at the dining table and waited for the servant to lay the napkin for her before she picked up the wine glass.

She took a sip to whet her taste buds before starting to eat.

The onion soup tastes very tempting. In such cold weather, drinking a sip of hot soup can warm your stomach directly.

Perfect scooped up a spoonful of hot soup and put it into his mouth. The rich taste of beef broth burst out from his mouth, making Perfect praise: "Today's soup is especially delicious!"

The waiter responded politely: "Thank you for your compliment. The chef will be very happy."

Perfect didn't care and just nodded slightly. For her, even just a word of praise was enough to influence the lives of many people.

Perhaps because he was really hungry, Perfect ate very quickly.

However, just as she finished the main course and was about to try the side dishes, she suddenly felt an discomfort in her stomach.

(End of this chapter)