This was a design for a Flying Airship that the engineers had never seen before; they couldn't even define whether it truly was a Flying Airship.
Because this large Flying Airship, which seed to have two giant cigar-shaped airbags, looked peculiar in its structure, and its surface was fully covered with tal armor.
Moreover, on top of the two tal-wrapped airbags of the airship, there were flat decks on the left and right that didn't look like traditional decks.
As for the giant stained glass window at the front of the airship, it made the engineers feel that the design sowhat lacked aesthetics.
But when they saw the pattern on the glass which matched the pattern on the cufflinks of Perfikot's sleeves, even the dullest engineer realized that this was actually a mosaic of the Brandlis Clan's emblem made from stained glass.
As of now, it was for Perfikot's use only.
After all, she was the only one left in the entire Brandlis Clan; sideline branches couldn't use the main household's emblem.
In a sense, this emblem symbolized Perfikot herself.
"This is truly unbelievable! But Count, how do you plan to get such a tal-and-wood-covered airship to fly, regardless of the cost? The defense capability of the armor plates is proportional to their weight; the better the defense, the heavier it is!" The manager, though unwilling to cast a disrespectful glance toward Perfikot, couldn't help but stare blankly at Perfikot because of the blueprint she produced.
For a mont, he understood why so people worshiped Perfikot like a deity.
After all, as the manager of the Royal Shipyard, he had experience with building new warships for the Royal Navy, and he clearly knew that a steel ship of this size would weigh at least ten thousand tons, even if empty inside!
This was certainly not sothing that could be lifted by airbags alone!
"Ah! This is one of the requirents I'm going to discuss with you; all tal parts used on this new model airship must use the ultra-light alloy I provide, the formula for which is attached to the back of the blueprint." Perfikot tapped the blueprint with the Golden Touching Rod, and the image on it changed to a presentation of the armor plates, complete with a full ultra-light alloy formula beside it.
The manager quickly scanned the information on the blueprint, marveling at the absurd performance of the ultra-light alloy and acknowledging Perfikot as a genius, yet he still shook his head and said, "Even if Count, your ultra-light alloy weighs only a quarter of nickel-chro alloy of the sa volu, it is still a gargantuan creature of at least two thousand tons! You can't possibly lift it with just two airbags!"
"Indeed, it can't, so I employed a technology I had kept sealed for a long ti." Perfikot affird with a nod, then tapped the blueprint again, transforming the image on it into a component labeled as "Anti-gravity Engine": "Flying Stone, my proudest invention! I used it to create the Flying Knight, and the grandpas in the Military Departnt have long wanted to build a flying warship with it.
In the past, I couldn't spare the ti because I was dealing with the Doomsday Winter issue; now that the Northern Territory has gradually stabilized, we ought to honor the elder gentlen and fulfill the wishes of those grandpas from the Military Departnt, right?"
Perfikot spoke lightly, but the manager felt a tingle up his back, as though experiencing electric tingles in his head.
He was so excited that he was speechless.
When Perfikot first constructed the Flying Airship, the generals from the Military Departnt approached the Royal Shipyard to modify Perfikot's design by adding defensive armor plates and self-defense firepower.
The reason the manager understood the weight of tallic hulls was from the research done during that ti.
The Royal Shipyard used this knowledge to dissuade the military generals from their idea of making navy warships fly.
At the ti, the military generals inquired with the head of the Royal Shipyard about who in the world could solve this problem and actually make a warship fly.
And now the answer lay right in front of them.
"Count, are you not the reincarnation of the alchemy god?" The manager regarded Perfikot as a deity.
"Manager, please be a little more dignified! Also, I don't appreciate people looking at that way." Although the expression on Perfikot's face was still smiling, clearly she was a bit displeased.
"I apologize, Count!" The manager quickly apologized, then turned his attention back to the blueprints on the table, saying to Perfikot: "May I calculate the cost?"
After getting Perfikot's permission, the manager summoned a group of engineers to start calculating various aspects based on the blueprints.
This was an incredibly complex task, and it would take ti to arrive at a conclusion.
However, based on his many years of work experience, the manager still said to Perfikot, "Count, although I do not know how much your new model airship will cost, based on the Royal Shipyard's years of shipbuilding experience, constructing it would require at least two million gold pounds!
And this does not include the construction of related facilities, which will be a huge project and a significant challenge as well!"
"Don't worry about the finances; all expenses for constructing this airship will be covered by the Lord's Office of the North." Perfikot was indifferent to this; four years ago, two million gold pounds would have been astronomical for her, but now it was just a large expense.
As the owner of the entire Northern Territory, such an expense required careful thought, but she could afford it.
It didn't even need to go through the Northern Treasury. It could simply be covered by the internal funds of the Lord's Office of the North.
However, apart from these, the manager ntioned facilities that also constituted a significant expenditure, potentially higher than the cost of shipbuilding.
Nevertheless, Perfikot had already prepared a plan for this issue.
"Regarding the facilities, I will later invite the respectable gentry of Beloburg to invest together." Perfikot fiddled with her Golden Touching Rod, smiling casually, "I imagine that after relocating to the Northern Territory, losing their previous inco sources in Langton must have affected their lives considerably, right? They likely won't refuse such an opportunity to invest in an industry."
"Not just them, even I am tempted! Count, please allow to invest as well!" The manager, looking sowhat undignified, gazed at Perfikot with excitent.
"All that can be negotiated, and I do welco investnts from those who understand technology, at least they won't be reckless." Perfikot responded with a smile of agreent.
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