Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 850

Although he had already sentenced the governor and the garrison commander to death in his heart, Perfect had to suppress his murderous intent for the time being.

At least right now, at this critical juncture, she couldn't act immediately.

The aftermath of the riot has not yet subsided, and the resistance forces in the city are still stirring in secret. Replacing the governor and the top garrison officers hastily now will only make the already turbulent situation worse.

Although these insects are incompetent, they can at least maintain the basic order of Martha.

They were like a group of termites lying on a rotten door frame - although they would eventually chew the entire door apart, for now this shaky door could at least block the wind and snow outside.

More importantly, their loyalty to the Victoria Empire is unquestionable. Even if this loyalty is mixed with greed, cowardice and stupidity, it is at least much more reliable than those local people of Marcel who are eager to rise up immediately.

The puppet of Perfectcot squinted its eyes slightly in the cold wind, and its brass joints made a slight friction sound.

When everything is settled and the last rebel is hanged on the gallows, she will have plenty of time to settle accounts with these scumbags.

"Regent, all the rebels have been captured!" The garrison commander trotted to the puppet of Perfectcot, knocked his boot heels hard, and saluted in an exaggerated manner. His greasy face was full of flattering smiles, just like a hyena wagging its tail for mercy.

Perfect looked at the officer carefully through the puppet's vision.

The military uniform he was wearing was obviously the standard issued several years ago. The originally stiff fabric had now been worn to a shine, with obvious signs of wear and tear visible on the cuffs and collar.

The most eye-catching thing is the row of copper buttons on his chest - each one is stretched tightly, as if it may be blown off by his bulging belly at any time.

This discovery made Perfect sigh helplessly in his heart.

In the harsh environment of the doomsday winter, ordinary people can no longer fill their stomachs, but this officer can actually eat himself to his heart's content.

His greasy double chin and bulging waistline are simply silently showing off how much money he has made over the years.

The puppet's fingertips tapped lightly on the cane, making a crisp metallic sound.

Perfect could already imagine how much she would be able to find when she sent people to search the homes of these insects after the situation stabilized.

But now, she still had to temporarily endure the ugly behavior of this idiot asking for credit and reward in front of her.

"Throw them in jail and torture them severely. I want to know how many accomplices they have and how many people participated in the riot!" Perfect looked at a half-grown child among the rebels and controlled the stand-in puppet to walk over: "Keep these people alive, don't kill them, and don't let them escape. If you fail to complete the task, you will be the next one to be thrown into jail."

Perfect said, and then looked at the metal container in Befa's hand: "Befa, what is that?"

"This is the destructive tool carried by the rebels." Befa tore open the metal container, revealing the medicine inside. Perfect simply glanced at it and curled his lips in disdain: "Rubbish, an unoriginal explosive medicine, which reacts with water to produce a large amount of oxygen, and then causes an explosion. It is really a primitive and inefficient method.

Without enough water and high temperature, it is not enough to detonate it. This thing is essentially useless except for overloading the energy tower. "

Originally, Perfect thought that the pharmacist who could poison her must be of very high level, but after waiting for so long, this is all they used to destroy the energy tower?

Perfect was really disdainful. Even though she didn't know anything when she first came here, the explosives she made were more useful than this.

Especially since this thing must be connected to the water circulation pipe of the energy tower to be useful, she finally understood why there was a skinny child crawling in the drainpipe.

It turns out that this thing won't work unless she crawls in and adds it to the core of the energy tower. If her apprentice made such a useless potion, she could build a person into the wall.

But it was obvious that the old pharmacist who made this potion could not accept Perfectoct's evaluation.

He struggled violently, staring at Perfect's substitute doll with bloodshot eyes, and his hoarse voice was mixed with anger and unwillingness: "You know shit! This is a great alchemical creation! It is the crystallization of wisdom that can change the world! It is simply not something that a pampered and decadent noble like you can understand!"

"Ha." The puppet sneered contemptuously, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in its mechanical pupils. "It's so funny. This kind of crudely made garbage, even a random apprentice in my laboratory wouldn't be able to make such a shameful thing."

Perfect looked down at the old pharmacist, his eyes lingering on the mottled alchemist apprentice badge on his chest for a moment, and shook his head in disdain: "At this age, you can't even pass the qualification exam to become a formal alchemist. If you're not garbage, then what are you? I was an alchemist master at the age of fourteen. I am qualified to judge whether you are garbage or not."

“Fourteen years old! Master of alchemy?” The old pharmacist’s wrinkled face twisted with anger, and he laughed hysterically, “Hahaha, what are you bragging about! Do you think you are the legendary genius alchemist in Victoria?”

His turbid eyes were full of contempt, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

However, Perfectcot's puppet just nodded calmly, and his mechanical voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Yes, I am Perfectcot Brandlis, certified as a master of alchemy at the age of fourteen, the owner of the Philosopher's Stone, and the creator of the fantasy alchemy system."

"What?!" The old pharmacist's expression froze instantly. He staggered back half a step, his cracked lips trembling, "This is impossible! How could you be Master Brandlis! How could that gentleman be..."

Seeing the old pharmacist's incredibly funny look, Perfect suddenly became playful.

The puppet's slender fingers elegantly clasped its chin, and with a crisp "click", the perfect artificial face was completely peeled off, revealing the precision-operating brass gears and glowing alchemical circuits inside.

"Did you see it clearly?" The mechanically synthesized voice said with mischievous pleasure, "This is my work when I was sixteen years old - a stand-in doll. Now, do you understand the difference between a true genius and a mediocre person like you?"

The old pharmacist stared in amazement at the ingenious mechanical structure inside the puppet, and the last trace of color faded from his old face.

(End of this chapter)