Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 870

When Perfect woke up from a long sleep, the morning light of the floating city was shining through the crystal porthole onto her bed.

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the light, and her pupils contracted due to the long-lost light.

Her throat was as dry as if it had been burned by the hot desert wind. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hands, but found that her arms were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"My lord! You are finally awake!" The maid's exclamation exploded in my ears.

Perfect tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out.

The maid hurriedly lifted her shoulders, and the head maid, Befa, who had been standing next to her, handed a cup of warm honey water to the maid and brought it to her lips. The sweet liquid slid down her throat, and she finally found her voice.

"How long have I slept?" The voice was weaker than expected.

"Three whole days and three nights, sir." The maid's voice was tearful: "Major General Carter almost initiated the emergency return procedure."

Although Befa has always been Perfect's personal maid, as an alchemy doll, she cannot take good care of Perfect as he is in a deep sleep and unable to give any instructions.

So after consultation between Governor Radcliffe, Colonel Walken and Major General Carter, several reliable maids were selected and sent to Perfecto to take care of her.

A team of doctors was urgently assembled to find a way to diagnose and treat Perfecto and wake her up.

After learning what had happened in the past few days, Perfect tried to stand up, but found that all the muscles in his body were protesting.

During her sleep, her body seemed to be experiencing an invisible war.

There was a slight tingling sensation at her fingertips - that was the aftereffect of Safra's memory fragments. Those ancient memories that did not belong to her were still beating at her nerve endings.

The door was thrown open and a group of doctors almost stumbled in.

After a flurry of activity, one of the older doctors began to examine and diagnose Perfect.

"Thank God! Sir, your body is fine except that you are a little weak due to long sleep. You will recover soon with a little rest." The doctor gave a diagnosis that reassured everyone.

As her consciousness gradually became clearer, Perfecto's thinking also gradually recovered. After understanding what had happened during her coma, she made a decision.

"Call everyone." Her voice regained its former dignity, although her face was still pale. "Meeting in the meeting room in one hour."
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When Perfect walked slowly into the meeting room with the help of Befa, the whole hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

All the officials stood up at the same time, and their uniform movements caused a sound of rubbing clothes in the conference room.

Among them were officials from the floating city itself, as well as high-ranking officials from the colonies of the Desert Kingdom. Perfecto ordered everyone to be summoned, and they naturally needed to attend the meeting.

"First of all," her voice, although not loud, was clearly heard throughout the conference hall: "I want to thank you all for your dedication to your duties during this time." Her eyes slowly swept across every concerned face present: the dark circles under Major General Carter's eyes showed that he had not slept for days, and the wrinkles on his military uniform showed that he might not even have time to change clothes; the new wrinkles on Governor Radcliffe's forehead were deeper, and the notebook in his hand was filled with emergency plans; Colonel Walken's uniform was wrinkled, and there were coffee stains on his collar, and it was obvious that he had been in a very miserable situation these days.

As for the others, although they were not as miserable as these few, it was obvious that they were not having a good time either.

These details made Perfecto nod slightly, but then her expression turned stern.

"The investigation into White Star has come to an end for the time being. Now, we need to turn our attention to more pressing matters—" She pressed the switch on the table, and the holographic sand table unfolded. The three-dimensional topographic map of the Desert Kingdom slowly rotated in the air, accurate to every dry riverbed and every sand dune.

This was something that Perfectot had ordered the alchemists to make at the suggestion of Major General Carter. In order to perfect this sand table, the alchemists even took a flapping-wing aircraft to scan the terrain of the entire desert kingdom.

Perfect tapped the sand table with his fingertips, and several eye-catching red spots lit up immediately.

"Regarding those kings and chieftains entrenched in the hot spring geothermal area..." Perfect's voice was as cold as the polar wind, and his slender fingers tapped the table lightly. "I heard Governor Radcliffe mention this before. These evil-minded people are really annoying."

Her tone was as calm as if she was discussing tomorrow's weather, but her icy blue eyes flashed with a cold light like a knife, and her words were filled with shuddering murderous intent: "But before making a decision on this matter, I would like to hear your opinions again - should we completely wipe them out, or give them another chance?"

The temperature in the meeting room seemed to drop suddenly by several degrees.

Governor Radcliffe was the first to stand up. "My Lord, they don't deserve another chance! In the past three months, we have given them seven opportunities to negotiate, but each time they used this time to strengthen their defenses and incite more tribes to rebel against Imperial rule."

This answer is indeed dangerous - but the danger is not mainly directed at the floating city, but at the kings and chiefs who are still resisting stubbornly.

"If you hadn't stopped me," Colonel Valken added at the right moment, the garrison commander's eyes burning with fighting spirit, "I would be on my way to wipe them out right now."

Perfect's eyes moved between the two of them, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that you all think it's possible to start a war?" She paused deliberately, "Or, an armed conflict?"

When she turned her gaze to the military staff, the sharp light in her eyes made all the staff officers straighten their backs unconsciously.

"Since you want war..." Her voice suddenly rose, and she slammed her right hand on the table: "Then I will give you war! Within a week, I want to see a complete battle plan!"

"This time we must act quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly!" She stood up, and every word hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer: "I don't want to see any delays or omissions, including the subsequent reconstruction and resettlement work."

As Perfect looked around at everyone, she slowly raised her right hand and made a beheading gesture: "It's time to clean up this desert thoroughly! I want to make those kings and chiefs understand the price of rebelling against the empire."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Everyone responded respectfully.

(End of this chapter)