CHAPTER 211: CHAPTER 207 DIALOGUE

Although Kallen’s interference indeed caused a slight mishap during the exhibition, almost resulting in her stealing the important exhibit, the Flying Stone, everything ultimately resolved as Perfikot had anticipated.

She caught the thief and also announced the existence of the Flying Stone to the world.

Following the Flying Airship that sent humanity into the sky, another invention allowing human flight was also born from Perfikot’s hand, and some have already begun bestowing her the title of Mother of Human Flight.

Several local newspapers in New Shaker City were invited to the exhibition and naturally reported the Flying Stone’s story to the public.

Not only that, they embellished the connection between the notorious thief and the Flying Stone, adding many speculative elements to create a story, implying that Kallen knew of the Flying Stone’s existence prior to attempting to steal it.

As for Kallen’s identity, they concocted many exaggerated origins, such as calling her a chivalrous thief who robs the rich to aid the poor, a treasure hunter specializing in stealing valuables, and even a rumor that she was sent by an enemy state...

Compared to the limitless imagination of tabloids in Perfikot’s original world before she traversed, this world’s news media was not as imaginative, at least not fabricating a story of love turned to hate between Perfikot and Kallen.

Nonetheless, this incident still garnered widespread attention, and the news promptly spread back to the Old World, leading newspapers in many countries to reprint it.

Even though the news became distorted, the invention of the Flying Stone was acknowledged by various countries in the Old World.

The Langton side naturally inquired urgently about the Flying Stone, to which Perfikot calmly stated that the Flying Stone currently lacks mass production and practical value, emphasizing that manufacturing the Flying Stone requires the Philosopher’s Stone, thereby silencing the Military Department.

The Navy, having learned of the Flying Stone a few days earlier, had already considered the Flying Stone their exclusive domain.

After all, the appearance of the Flying Stone also signified the emergence of flying battleships, and ultimately, the Navy is destined to take to the skies!

However, these matters are all later developments. Perfikot has no time to think about those right now and needs to address the immediate situation.

After dismissing all the reporters and dealing with the so-called social elites of the New Continent, she went to a room in the hotel to see the captive she had caught.

Perfikot did not do anything to Kallen, merely confiscating all her alchemical items. After having a doctor treat the gunshot wound on her leg, she placed her under soft confinement in the room, assigning two maid automatons and a Steam Knight to guard her.

In fact, Perfikot was not worried about Kallen escaping. The drink Claudia prepared was still effective, having been used as an anesthetic on her during surgery, and its effects were immediate.

By the time Perfikot finished dealing with her tasks and entered the room, Kallen was still asleep and unconscious.

"Wake her up; I have some matters I wish to discuss with her." Perfikot instructed Claudia beside her.

Claudia nodded, then approached the sleeping Kallen, passing a small bottle under her nose, instantly waking Kallen up.

"Where is this... so smelly!" Kallen quickly woke up from the bed and attempted to get up, but the pain in her leg prevented her from using her legs for strength. She could only groan slightly, clenching her teeth, and looking at Perfikot, who was already seated in the room.

"Your leg was shot twice. While I had a doctor remove the bullets, it will take some time for the wound to heal." Perfikot gestured for Claudia to step back before continuing to speak to Kallen, "During this time, your leg injury will prevent you from moving around, so just relax and heal; I won’t harm you."

Kallen observed Perfikot, with only her and Perfikot in the room, along with two maid automatons beside Perfikot.

This environment somewhat lowered Kallen’s guard, though it still failed to offer her a sense of security.

"Where am I?" Kallen asked this question, though she was actually scanning her surroundings quickly, hoping to find something of use.

"Don’t bother looking; I’ve already removed all alchemical items from you. As for this room?" Perfikot waved her hand, smiling casually, "It’s the room you booked earlier. Your belongings are still here; I just had the maid automatons tidy up, ensuring no dangerous items remained to trouble me."

"What could trouble you?" Kallen’s response carried a tone of ridicule.

"If you’re referring to that, idling nobles and bureaucrats, and profit-extracting capitalists? These kinds can indeed be a nuisance in terms of what I’m trying to achieve." Perfikot feigned ignorance of the meaning in Kallen’s words, or perhaps she was delivering a message to Kallen, "Of course, if we’re speaking of it, instigators of rebellion taking advantage of this moment are also within the scope of those who can be a nuisance to me."

Kallen wasn’t someone known for her intellect. Her mentor once remarked that her body often acted before her mind, though this did not imply she was foolish.

If she truly were foolish, she wouldn’t have become an Extraordinary at her age, a thief requiring significant mental acumen.

"You mentioned this moment... what are you, or rather the Empire, plotting?" Kallen fixed her gaze on Perfikot, keenly picking up on the crucial point in her words.

"Quite perceptive, but this is the Empire’s highest secret, and if you were to find out, I’d have no choice but to eliminate you here." Perfikot continued to sit there with a poised smile, yet to Kallen, she seemed as if she’d carry through on her words.

Kallen observed Perfikot, her gaze showing a hint of hesitation and uncertainty. However, driven by an inexplicable sense of justice and curiosity, she insisted on questioning Perfikot, "I insist, even if it means death, I wish to die knowing the reason."

Upon hearing these words, Perfikot shook her head wryly, then spoke in a helpless tone, "Oh, why bother? Isn’t living better?"

"There are things more important than life itself, and I truly believe that!" Kallen’s eyes were firm, revealing a determination that wouldn’t rest until her goal was reached.

Perfikot regarded her with a notable appreciation, then said, "The world is on the brink of destruction."