Andrew stood beside the construction site, gazing at the enormous autonomous robot emerging from the ground with an almost worshipful look, feeling an indescribable excitement surging through him.
This is the power of industry! This is the strength of steel! This is the heat of coal!
"This is truly spectacular! Only when I see its magnificent form rising from underground can I be certain we’ve entered the industrial age!" Andrew praised Oliver beside him, appearing extremely excited.
Oliver shared the sentiment, nodding in agreement and saying, "Indeed, this big guy can do the work of fifty ordinary workers, working continuously 24 hours day and night! This efficiency compared to manual labor is exceptionally high!"
Speaking of this, he even excitedly grabbed Andrew’s arm and exaggeratedly said, "Do you know? With this engineering robot, the construction progress of the entire project has been boosted by 31.53%!
It’s simply astonishing! This allows me to organize workers into three groups for uninterrupted construction using 24-hour shifts!
According to calculations, if everything goes smoothly, I might even achieve a 40% ahead-of-schedule construction progress! This is the most perfect creation of alchemy and engineering!"
Though Oliver’s excitement was partly just a disguise to appease Andrew, a rare part of it was genuinely heartfelt.
After all, he was now the mayor of Fjord Town, having acquired the identity of a Pioneer Knight, and everything here closely tied to his interests.
Andrew also agreed with a nod at this point, purely shocked by the might of industrial power.
For both of them, the engineering robot in front of them was certainly considered the perfect creation of alchemy and engineering, undoubtedly deserving all praise.
"If this counts as perfect, all I can say is you two haven’t seen good stuff." However, someone else had a different opinion. Newest update provided by novel[f]ire.net
Hearing this remark, Oliver and Andrew didn’t get angry, instead, they turned to see the person, then lowered their heads and greeted respectfully, "Count!"
"No need for courtesy, you know I don’t care about that." Perfikot waved his hand casually and walked forward a few steps between them.
Watching the large robot being refueled, Perfikot asked Oliver, "Mr. White, are there any issues with the current use of this robot? Is there anything that needs improvement?"
"Uh, it’s excellent in all aspects, and the workers are full of praise for it!" Oliver naturally spoke with plenty of compliments, knowing this was Perfikot’s creation.
Yet he also understood, Perfikot wasn’t asking to hear flattery, a couple of compliments would suffice.
So he quickly changed the subject and said, "It’s just during construction, the workers mentioned that the four mechanical claws should be designed in different sizes; the current size does cause some obstruction during construction."
This was indeed the problem the engineering robot faced during construction; although the four mechanical claws were convenient and useful, their size limited its activity range, unable to cover all underground construction surfaces well.
"Is it? I understand." Perfikot pondered briefly over the shelter design drawings and the claw dimensions before nodding knowingly, understanding the issue: "I will have adjustments made, the claw design indeed needs improvement."
Perfikot made this promise, nor did she feel there was any issue or mistake.
The birth of any new product starts from being immature and imperfect, only after some time in actual use can one know how many problems weren’t considered during the design phase, and what problems are exposed during practical usage.
Only through such actual application, finding the problems and the core issues, can improvements be made, allowing it to become more perfect and mature.
Thus, Perfikot never hesitated to modify her designs or minded others modifying her designs.
Conversely, if someone could point out her shortcomings and errors, she would be very pleased.
Unfortunately, in the past there might have been people who could point out her shortcomings and directly criticize her.
But now, as her fame and status rise rapidly, within the entire Victor Empire, only Eldest Princess Annie as a senior and future royal successor could do so.
Perhaps her loyal old butler Foster could also do it, yet Foster was merely her butler.
Out of his status as a senior, he might suggest advice to Perfikot, but his professional conduct as a butler made Foster refrain from easily offering opinions to Perfikot, instead implementing her will.
As for others? The grandpas of the Military Department were just about to hold Perfikot in high esteem, ready to crown her as a princess with an iron crown.
Not to mention saying harsh words or pointing out her mistakes, even if she were wrong, the grandpas of the Military Department would use their sabers and knight lances... no, now it should be chain-saw swords and handheld cannons to turn mistakes into right.
And the Noble Council then? Those old folks indeed dared mock Perfikot "What do women know" back then, but now? Sorry, if anyone dares say it, well then he dares say it then someone dares to bury, definitely no one from the family would see the sunrise of the next day.
Joking aside, who’d dare offend this legendary figure already recorded in the Empire’s history and textbooks?
If really done so, then Langton’s overwhelming public opinion would be enough to tear the entire Noble Council apart.
That’s a key figure able to lead an era, helping the Empire defeat a century-old war enemy, and allowing the Age of Knights to continue!
Whether royal family or nobles, army or navy, common people or knights, all hold nearly 100% goodwill and near-fanatic support for Perfikot.
Not to be blunt, Perfikot simply has no interest in politics, barely attending the Court Meetings.
Otherwise, if she showed even a slightest hint, Duke Grossert would voluntarily submit his resignation to make room for her.
It’s imaginable that under such circumstances, indeed no one dares to point out her mistakes and shortcomings anymore, which makes Perfikot feel helpless and melancholy, inevitably pondering whether she should train a disciple or assistant who dares to argue with her and point out her inadequacies.
Otherwise, she worries if she continues this way, she’ll undoubtedly get lost in the echoes of praise and ultimately turn into an arrogant self-absorbed person.