"Countess Brandelis, please have rcy and save my people! The Kingdom of Ryder is truly incapable of protecting its citizens in this disaster; please help us!" An elderly gentleman, disregarding his identity as the king of a nation, pleaded tearfully and bitterly to Perfikot.
The other guests surrounding them were surprised by the old king’s willingness to lower his dignity, yet none of them expressed disdain or laughter towards him.
In the face of an apocalyptic crisis, if one cannot solve it on their own, seeking help is a very effective option.
The biggest reason they were all attending Perfikot’s birthday banquet was that they were also here to seek help, wasn’t it?
It’s just that this old king in front of them was less concerned about those superficial honors compared to others.
In the eyes of this old king, if his dignity could win the survival of his nation and the survival of his citizens in a doomsday catastrophe, then letting Perfikot see him cry was a small price to pay; even if Perfikot wanted to literally put his face on the ground to step on it, he would gladly do so.
After all, dignity is only superficial, whereas rescuing his country was the real need.
Besides, he was already an old man in his late seventies or eighties, long past the age of caring about his dignity; if he could save his country, he wouldn’t even hesitate to give away his life, let alone just a bit of face?
Perfikot had so admiration for such an enlightened old king.
At the very least, Perfikot could see that he genuinely cared about his country and his people.
Thus, Perfikot did not hold back too much and, after a brief consideration, said, "I can provide you with the technology to withstand this doomsday winter, but it is not a free gift. You must pay the corresponding price in exchange. Can Ryder accept such terms?"
"Of course! Countess, your willingness to provide help is already a great rcy; I dare not ask for more! As for the deal, rest assured, as long as Ryder can afford it, I will agree to any conditions." The old king clearly understood that only the continuation of the nation could ensure a future, and everything else was unimportant in comparison.
Faced with such an understanding old king, Perfikot nodded slightly, then said, "Recently, I have been interested in all kinds of powerful magical items or alchemical creations. If there’s sothing novel, that’s acceptable too.
If neither of those, then I am also very interested in various mythological docunts or precious alchemical manuscripts."
"That’s easy. Whatever we have in the Ryder treasury, Countess, you may take." Hearing what Perfikot wanted, the old king agreed without hesitation to her demands: "If I rember correctly, in the Royal Family’s treasury, there’s a spear said to have been passed down from the mythological era, which, when thrown, flies through the sky like a teor. It has always been Ryder’s mightiest treasure. If you’re interested, Countess, I can send a ssage back to the country to have it brought here."
Although for the Kingdom of Ryder, that spear was essentially a national divine artifact, having saved this country more than once over the past centuries, with the advancent of technology, its power remained unchanged, yet it gradually failed to protect the country.
So, about a hundred years ago, the spear beca a symbolic spiritual totem, enshrined in a Hall of Heroes in the Ryder’s capital.
However, the old king now believed that this spear might once again save his country.
At this, Perfikot rely raised her eyebrows, showing an intrigued expression, "I am indeed very interested."
"Then I will have it sent here at once, hoping this ancestral weapon can once again guard and save my country." The old king bowed to Perfikot, expressing his gratitude for her willingness to help him and his country.
In response to the old king’s bow, Perfikot lifted her skirt slightly in return, then said, "As for the details, you can have soone discuss with my steward. Of course, other departnts in the Northern Territory are also at your service."
Perfikot was not stingy about spreading her technology. If sothing at this level could help a country gain the capability to face the doomsday crisis, that would be ideal.
Even if these countries could not offer anything that particularly intrigued her, she would not hesitate to provide them help.
As for more, it would depend on the sincerity of these people.
However, perhaps to these people, dignity still remains sothing to be considered, or maybe they felt their status wasn’t sufficient to vie with a king, so up until now, only the old king had reached an agreent with Perfikot.
The others remained sowhat reserved, hesitant, and waiting.
Perfikot did not indulge them. Seeing that no one else ca forward to discuss cooperation or seek help, she proceeded with her original plan, stepping to the center of the banquet hall, saying to the crowd, "Thank you all for taking the ti to attend my birthday banquet today, it is truly an honor..."
Perfikot didn’t even need to co up with formalities herself; during the planning of the banquet, the palace attendants from the Royal Family, acting as ceremonial officers, had already written all the speeches for her. Perfikot simply needed to read them.
Indeed, these considerate attendants even prepared a prompter for Perfikot; as long as she slightly raised her gaze, she could see it.
This sight raised attention but only added to her imposing presence, without revealing she was reading from a script.
After finishing the formal greetings, Perfikot moved to the main subject: "Ladies and gentlen, I trust you have all witnessed the power of the Steam Knights. This formidable armant has heralded the return of the knightly era, and it has yielded fruitful results.
But in my view, this is not enough! The arrival of this doomsday catastrophe has made each of us deeply aware of how insignificant we are when facing nature, facing this world.
For this reason, I have been rising early and retiring late, working tirelessly, and have finally developed a new generation of products based on the Steam Knight armor!
I have nad it the Godslaying Armor, for even if the gods of yesteryear were to return, any courageous knight donning it could slay those evil deities!"
As Perfikot’s passionate words resounded, a gigantic steel construct appeared before everyone’s eyes.
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