After Perfikot finished writing the Outline of Imaginary Alchemy, she directly ordered it to be sent back to Langton.
In order to make this outline et the public sooner, she even resorted to deploying three Flying Airships, and filled a ship with Steam Knights for transportation.
This action instantly attracted great attention to her. After all, her identity is now vastly different, suddenly making such a fuss by deploying a Flying Airship and Steam Knights, only to say it was rely to transport a manuscript—how could this not pique curiosity and attention?
It’s like the Aricans in the original world suddenly deploying their carrier battlegroup, and you’re told it’s just to escort a piece of technical data?
How impressive must this technology be to warrant such a spectacle?
Without a doubt, this is yet another technology capable of changing the world.
Everyone thinks so, and holds such anticipation, eagerly awaiting what world-changing novelty Perfikot will present next.
Then they realized, the items Perfikot deployed three Flying Airships to escort were indeed just a manuscript, a precious manuscript she personally wrote on special alchemy paper that won’t burn, won’t soak, or damage, requiring escort by two squadrons of Steam Knights.
"What on earth could this be that Brandelis Count needs such a large display?" The Royal Academy of Sciences president muttered as he watched a group of fully ard Steam Knights guarding a maid automaton carrying a delicate box, approaching the Royal Academy of Sciences.
Although he is the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences, when Perfikot was appointed vice president, he already knew that his position would sooner or later belong to Perfikot.
He is still in this position now rely because Perfikot is too young, the queen thinks she can’t manage the Royal Academy of Sciences, and because Perfikot herself dislikes extensive administrative work affecting her research ti.
If he knew that in Perfikot’s original world, there’s a saying, "When a scientist frequently appears in the dia, it ans their academic life is over," he would surely consider it extrely wise.
After all, before becoming the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences, he was also a renowned scientist with nurous publications.
Without solid academic strength, certain political skills, and a brain, he wouldn’t have been able to beco the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences.
But when he finally fulfilled his wish and took this position, he found that extensive administrative work and other trivial "upper-class life," which he had initially longed for, occupied most of his ti, leaving him no way to achieve new academic accomplishnts. He then realized he seed to have taken a wrong path.
Of course, this is not a major issue for the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences, or rather, it is exactly what he desires.
But this doesn’t an that for him, an important academic docunt is of no value or is not taken seriously.
On the contrary, the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences is not purely a political animal nor soone who knows nothing about technology.
He wants to be in this position out of ambition, but this ambition has not completely consud him, turning him into a thorough political animal, leaving him with so scientific professionalism.
And even if not from this perspective, rely seeing the now-lauded smartest girl in Langton history, the Northern Territory Count, making such a big fuss just to escort a manuscript, anyone would be curious about what is written in her manuscript.
Soon, the manuscript was delivered to the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences.
The president carefully opened the delicate box held by the maid automaton, and took out the manuscript written in golden letters on a roll of black paper.
He eagerly unfolded the manuscript and began to read through it.
Beside him, so scientists who accompanied him to receive the manuscript couldn’t hold back their curiosity, peering over to see what the manuscript said.
Soon, the president’s eyes widened, to the extent that people wondered if his eyes would pop out of their sockets.
But at the mont, no one around the president cared about whether his eyes would fall, because the scientists who read the manuscript wore the sa expression as the president.
"This is simply nonsense! How could the laws of the real universe be broken and overturned!" An elderly man with white hair and beard loudly berated, also loudly calling out, seemingly seeking more support: "Brandelis Count is indeed a powerful alchemist, but even she cannot break reality and make the impossible possible! This manuscript is simply full of nonsense!"
Yet the fact proved, nobody would support him, because regarding this matter itself, a re old man’s opposition is utterly aningless.
If Imaginary Alchemy turns out to be true, the Empire would be like having picked up a gold-plated cheat; forget doomsday winter, even if stars faded and destruction lood, the Empire has enough confidence and technology to face it.
So, it’s imaginable that the scientists who first saw the manuscript regard this technology from initially thinking "Let’s see what trick the Northern Territory Count pulled" to "Let see what’s happening here" of "I’m just a humble scientist, can’t understand this Zenith Star technology" level.
After all, Imaginary Alchemy had been more of a derogatory term, nobody willing to bother with a bunch of unrealistic lunatics, although among those researching Imaginary Alchemy were so without madness, even having quite remarkable academic achievents, yet still plunging themselves into Imaginary Alchemy unwaveringly.
It’s like in Perfikot’s original world, if soone suddenly claid washing coal could be rocket fuel, sending spacecraft to the moon—wouldn’t you think it absurd?
But if the person saying this was Einstein or Newton, would you believe it were true? And would you dedicate more effort to follow it?
Even in the original world, long proven by modern science to be pure fantasy and forever impossible perpetual motion machines, aren’t they still prevalent in the 21st century’s technologically advanced society, drawing countless attention and devotion?
But for Perfikot, she is sowhat different from those people; after all, she can truly create a "perpetual motion machine!"
Therefore, it’s imaginable the waves and impacts Imaginary Alchemy might stir in Langton.
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