When Perfikot awoke, the first thing she saw was the ceiling of the White Gem’s cabin.
Old caretaker Foster stood nearby, looking concerned, and promptly asked upon seeing her awaken, "Miss, you’re awake? Is there anywhere you’re feeling unwell?"
"I’m a bit thirsty, pour a glass of water," Perfikot said, pursing her dry lips.
Beifa imdiately poured a glass of water for Perfikot and handed it to her.
After taking a big sip from the glass, Perfikot finally responded to the old caretaker’s question, "I don’t really feel uncomfortable anywhere, just a bit dizzy. I definitely shouldn’t use alchemy over such a large area next ti; it feels too terrible."
"Miss, you intend to have a next ti?" Foster instantly put on a stern expression, speaking solemnly to Perfikot, "Miss, what you did this ti was truly reckless! As your caretaker, I must remind you to pay attention to your..."
Hearing Foster’s concerned nagging, Perfikot interrupted him with a smile, "Alright Grandpa Fu, do you have to start nagging just as I’ve woken up?"
Seeing Perfikot lying on the bed with a weak smile, Foster didn’t quite know what else to say, having to swallow his words back down with so resignation.
However, Perfikot didn’t intentionally want to hurt this concerned old man’s feelings, so after handing the water glass to Beifa, she said, "Indeed, I was reckless this ti. Mainly, the powers of the Philosopher’s Stone deceived , making think I could do what I wanted.
But I underestimated the consumption of spiritual power in large-scale material transformation, converting the entire dock all at once, which drained my spiritual power and caused to faint.
With this experience and lesson, I won’t be so reckless next ti."
"Miss, your entire approach was wrong from the start. For a job like constructing the dock, you should have left it to the workers; no alchemist would use alchemy to build docks or structures like you did!" Foster still couldn’t help but say a bit more, but after speaking, he asked with concern to Perfikot, "Miss, you must be hungry after sleeping for so long. Is there anything you’d like to eat? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it for you."
"I am indeed a bit hungry; just have the kitchen bring whatever’s available! The key is speed," Perfikot said carelessly, waving her hand, then imdiately said to Beifa beside her, "Beifa, bring paper and pen, I’ll dictate and you record."
Upon hearing Perfikot’s command, Beifa imdiately put down the water glass and went to fetch paper and pen from the desk.
As a carefully crafted alchemy puppet by Perfikot, Beifa differs greatly from ordinary puppets, the most important distinction being Beifa possesses the capability to write.
If it were rely writing, so skilled clockmakers could achieve it using gears and transmission only.
Perfikot had seen the Royal Family’s collection in Windsor Castle, an automaton completely constructed of gears and chanics, capable not only of writing but also drawing.
Of course, what it writes and draws are pre-designed contents driven by a spring chanism, accomplished through an extrely complex internal structure.
This is purely chanical, with little relation to alchemy, a work by a very famous clockmaker from Langton.
It fundantally differs from Perfikot’s alchemy puppet, as Beifa genuinely transcribes Perfikot’s dictation rather than rely repeating pre-set content.
And what Perfikot dictated is naturally the new knowledge she gained from the Jade Record.
Though this knowledge had already been transmitted into her mind, to prevent forgetting or mory deviation, Perfikot decided to have it recorded.
Even though it’s just technical information, Beifa’s writing speed matched Perfikot’s dictation, but by the ti Foster returned with food, Beifa had only just finished the overview of this technical information.
Seeing this, Perfikot could only pause the recording, and after receiving the food from Foster, lay on the bed eating with their care, filling her already rumbling stomach.
Because it wasn’t alti and since Perfikot asked for whatever’s available, Foster brought over food that could be eaten quickly, including dinner rolls, so simple grilled smoked at, and bacon, along with a bowl of vegetable soup, all foods that could be served promptly.
"Grandpa Fu, send a telegram to the Governor of the New Continent, asking him to contact a construction company to take charge of construction here, the blueprints are already drawn, just have them follow the plans," Perfikot instructed while dipping smoked at in the soup with the dinner roll, "Consider the issue of cold resistance, ensure they follow my requirents for the warehouse construction, as for cold-resistant materials..."
Cold-resistant materials are undoubtedly the key to the entire plan right now, but Perfikot previously hadn’t conducted related research and indeed lacks technical and material realities in this area.
So while the design includes a cold-resistant layer, the only ans Perfikot could feel were relatively "primitive" cold-resistant asures.
Regarding effectiveness, one could just say it’s barely sufficient under normal circumstances.
After all, the primary use for the resource distribution center being built on this island is for storage, with the island itself having geothermal resources, these existing ans pose little problem.
But to Perfikot, she must consider quickly developing effective cold-resistant and warming new materials for real shelter construction.
"Cold protection will have to go according to what’s written on the blueprints for now, since the new material hasn’t been developed yet, we’ll have to make do for the ti being," Perfikot expressed with so helplessness, but she hadn’t lost confidence.
This is besides her confidence in her own alchemy skills, it’s also that in her original world before crossing over, there were quite a few achievents in this area, and even copying them could yield materials up to the task.
"Miss, you’ve just awakened from your slumber, it’s really not suitable to continue working." Nevertheless, the old caretaker this ti didn’t imdiately implent her instructions but advised Perfikot, "For the sake of your health, I suggest you refrain from working today and take good care of yourself, that’s the proper choice."
Upon Foster’s words, Perfikot felt sowhat helpless, but in the end, she acquiesced, "Alright, today we’ll leave it at that! But Grandpa Fu, help keep this safe, with the materials I brought."
With that, Perfikot handed over the newly recorded overview of new technology to Foster.
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