With the establishnt of the dual-union formation, so of the atmosphere within Chernobyl City began to change imperceptibly.
For this city, it’s clear that not only the workers and engineers want to make their voices heard. Those small rchants, factory owners, and other classes or groups all hope to have their own channels for expression in order to convey their demands to Perfikot.
This is an understandable request, but not every group has such an opportunity.
Or to put it another way, not every group has enough size or strength to catch Perfikot’s attention, making her willing to listen to their demands.
Of course, the rchants and factory owners naturally allied themselves together. They believed that since workers and engineers could form a union, there was no reason they couldn’t.
Moreover, they didn’t believe that those laborers and workers could possess stronger power and influence than them, the capitalists who controlled production resources and capital. The establishnt of their union seed to be a sure thing.
Even if positions and sufficient power had to be allocated to the representatives sent by the Lord’s manor, they believed that being able to convey their demands directly to Perfikot was entirely worth the cost.
However, what surprised everyone was that the rchant and factory owners’ union application was rejected, as the Lord’s manor did not approve their alliance.
This left many bewildered, not understanding why the Lord’s manor stopped them on this matter.
So tried to seek an explanation from Perfikot, and others tried to exert their influence to do sothing, but for Perfikot, none of this mattered.
At this mont, she was staying in the Lord’s manor’s back garden, watching a group of workers erect a huge glass greenhouse.
This was the latest achievent from the Eagle’s Beak Cliff research base, a cold-resistant facility for enduring the cold winters of the Northern Territory. Theoretically, it can withstand temperatures as low as minus sixty degrees and, with heating, further lower that extre temperature by thirty degrees.
But this was already the limit. After all, any colder and the oxygen, carbon dioxide, and other gases in the air would start to condense, and such a level of cold was beyond the current era’s human imagination.
However, for Perfikot, it could only be considered usable, but not sufficient.
Faced with the extre cold that could freeze the Earth’s core, even Perfikot was unsure about what astonishing level the Earth’s surface temperature might reach then.
Nevertheless, since the technology had been invented, large-scale greenhouses played a crucial role in dealing with the apocalyptic crisis. She paid great attention to this matter, at least ensuring the technology was tested to ensure it would suffice to provide shelter crops under the extre cold.
But Perfikot still didn’t publicly announce her plans, only ordering the transformation of the Lord’s manor’s back garden into a giant greenhouse while sending a letter to Langton’s university, entrusting them to start collecting the world’s seeds and species available now and to transport them to the Northern Territory.
In fact, this had already begun two years ago, but back then Perfikot was still a Baroness and was only responsible for Arctic research projects. This matter could only be considered a private scientific collaboration between her and Langton’s university.
But now, wielding great power and being the Empire’s minister specifically responsible for this, it was no longer just a research project, but an important administrative order for the Empire.
Not only were the colonial governnts mobilized under orders from the Langton Imperial Center, but universities also received sponsorship from the Royal Family or nobles, forming scientific research teams to collect plant and animal samples and seeds worldwide, then transport them to the Northern Territory.
Perfikot also approved a project to build this seed bank further north of Eagle’s Beak Cliff, ensuring that in the future, if the apocalyptic crisis could be resolved, humanity would still have the chance to reconstruct Earth’s ecology.
Of course, there was another purpose: ensuring the resources produced by the shelters in the apocalypse.
In the end-tis, even though potatoes, mushrooms, cockroaches, and rats might prevent starvation, consuming these would leave people depressed.
Even though this might not be an issue, and in fact, life under these conditions wouldn’t differ much from daily life for ordinary citizens of the Empire, given the ntal pressure under the apocalyptic threat, Perfikot still wished that even the poorest people could have decent als.
Therefore, collecting these plant seeds and animal samples and developing greenhouses for cultivating crops and breeding animals in the future beca very important.
However, it’s not yet ti for the Empire to announce the apocalypse’s arrival, so Perfikot could only first deal with her manor’s garden.
But seeing the garden under construction, the old butler’s face showed so heartache, given that managing it cost him much effort, and being ssed up by construction felt like seeing a freshly cleaned floor trampled with dirty feet.
Yet the old butler understood Perfikot’s plans, so he was rely distressed but did not intend to stop it.
He said as Perfikot’s butler, who was also her guardian knight, he could clear all obstacles for her when needed.
Not to ntion a garden, even if Perfikot asked him to destroy a city, the old butler would only follow orders.
"Grandpa Fu, did you summon back those old folks in the family? How do you plan to settle the clansn?" Perfikot asked Foster about the earlier arrangents.
Though she didn’t care much about these matters, since she had agreed to let the old butler handle them, she naturally needed to inquire and show so concern.
In response to Perfikot’s inquiry, the old butler replied, "I’ve already sent a telegram to Brandelis Manor and soone back to Langton. Everything is progressing smoothly, and there are many clansn willing to live in the Northern Territory. Only a few elderly wish to stay and guard the ancestral land for the family.
After all, several generations of the Brandlis Clan have lived on this land. Your grandfather and parents are buried in the family cetery, and they need guardians."
"Can the graves be moved?" Perfikot asked the butler a seemingly outrageous question.
"They have been laid to rest. Miss, you shouldn’t disturb their peace," the butler replied gently, also indicating, "The true foundation of the Brandlis Clan is its people, which is you, Miss. The ancestral land and ancestors’ graves are simply reminders of where we ca from. What’s truly important is where you are going."
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