After exchanging a few words with the engineer and calming his excited mood, Perfikot finally asked him and the still-silent alchemist beside him, "Can the Royal Shipyard manufacture these parts? I need them urgently, money is not an issue."
"Miss, if I may be so bold to ask, what are these parts for? They don't seem to be used on ships; their design is too unusual." The alchemist's eyes carried curiosity and scrutiny. Although he knew from the engineer beside him that this woman was truly a master of both alchemy and engineering, he still had doubts about the blueprint.
After all, the differences between a flying airship and a waterborne ship are quite significant.
With his discerning eye, he could see that this was a very intricate design, but these components were vastly different from common ship parts, making it difficult for the alchemist to identify them.
As for this question, Perfikot was willing to enlighten them.
So she pulled a sheet from a stack of blueprints, spread it out, and explained, "This is a design blueprint for a flying airship. The parts I ordered are assembled to form the main structural support connecting the hull to the airbag."
"Flying airship? Are you saying that this ship will fly?" The engineer beside her showed a look of astonishment, clearly admiring Perfikot to the utmost.
The alchemist, on the other hand, looked distrustful. He furrowed his brow and said, "I know hot air balloons can indeed take people to the sky, and if the airbag is made large enough, it can indeed make a ship fly, but can this really be realized?"
"Whether it can be realized is my concern. Your Royal Shipyard only needs to help me produce these parts according to my design requirements." Perfikot didn't want to say much more. Simply put, she asked the two, "So, can your Royal Shipyard meet my technical requirements to produce these parts?"
Faced with Perfikot's attitude, and the three radiant badges on her collar, the engineer and alchemist exchanged a glance, then spoke after quietly discussing for a moment, "The Royal Shipyard is at your service. We will meet all your technical requirements and provide you with the highest quality products."
Even though this wasn't an order for an entire ship, the Royal Shipyard did take on such custom parts orders, so theoretically, there was no issue with this business.
Perfikot was only asking more to make sure they could meet her technical requirements.
It now seemed she might have slightly underestimated the technical level of the Royal Shipyard.
After Perfikot briefly chatted with the two technical personnel and confirmed some technical details with them, a salesperson seized the opportunity to ask, "Pardon my boldness, but are you looking to build a ship that can fly, Miss?"
"If possible, the Royal Shipyard would be willing to provide berths and supporting services for free, just hoping to be involved in the construction of the world's first flying ship."
Upon hearing the salesperson's words, the engineer and alchemist both showed a look of realization, casting expectant glances at Perfikot.
To the Royal Shipyard, ordinary business no longer mattered much. After all, they were the oldest and largest shipyard in the empire, even building the main warships for the royal navy.
A few personal orders yielded little profit and occupied berths; if not for maintaining workers' technical skills outside of navy orders and building reputation, the Royal Shipyard saw no need to accept such ordinary personal orders.
But if it was the world's first flying ship, that was different; it was an excellent opportunity to earn reputation and prestige!
Once word got out that the world's first flying ship was built by the Royal Shipyard, the amount of fame and orders it would bring is unimaginably vast.
Therefore, when the salesperson learned that Perfikot wanted to build a flying ship, he started figuring out how to persuade her to have it constructed at the Royal Shipyard.
Faced with the salesperson's proposal to build the flying airship at the Royal Shipyard, Perfikot paused for a moment before realizing his intentions.
This made her hesitate.
It wasn't about withholding a treasure or doubting the Royal Shipyard's skills, but because she was pressed for time, she needed to assess what impact handing over everything to the Royal Shipyard would have on her plan.
After carefully calculating, Perfikot finally spoke, "How long will it take the Royal Shipyard to complete these parts? My time is very tight."
The two technical personnel didn't ask why Perfikot was in a hurry; they just discussed for a moment and then said, "Under normal circumstances, it would take five months to produce these parts, but we can prioritize your order. It will be completed in four months."
Hearing this, Perfikot frowned slightly, then said, "You have only three months. If you can complete production in three months, I'll agree to your condition and have the flying airship built at your Royal Shipyard."
"But this..." The engineer wanted to argue, as the three-month deadline was indeed too tight.
However, the salesperson immediately declared loudly, "Three months it is! We'll double the workforce and work around the clock, ensuring the parts you need are completed within three months!"
"Sounds good, then if there are no objections, I'll see you in three months." Seeing this, Perfikot didn't say much more, leaving it to her butler, Foster, to pay the deposit for the parts before choosing to leave.
She didn't let the Royal Shipyard waive the manufacturing fees for these parts; instead, she paid twice the deposit.
It wasn't that she had money to burn, but she wanted to ensure she still had enough say and absolute control over this matter.
By paying, it remained just an order; her relationship with the Royal Shipyard was that of a client and manufacturer.
If she allowed the Royal Shipyard to waive the manufacturing fees, it would become a partnership, which would let Perfikot lose a part of her say and control over the flying airship.
Although not unacceptable, Perfikot instinctively didn't want anything to happen that might affect the progress of her plan, even if it could result in a more favorable situation.
Just as Perfikot prepared to board her steam locomotive and leave, a voice called out to her.