Chapter 9 Royal Dockyard
Purphycott has no way of knowing the discussion between the Duke of Gloucester and James, although she can infer that James understood her words and treated her as she expected. The message was passed to the Duke of Gloucester.
But she didn’t know what kind of response the Duke of Gloucester would give, and what impact it would have on her subsequent plans.
Perfect didn’t want to bother with this matter. According to her calculations, the average annual temperature in Langton will drop below freezing in three years. Her preparation time is already quite tight and she can deal with it. The Duke of Gloucester's reminder was the limit of what she could do.
Unless the Duke of Gloucester can give her enough conditions to impress her, Purficott will not include the crisis response committee in his consideration.
Her time and energy only allow her to do one thing well.
Although the deadline was calculated to be three years later, it was impossible for Purficott to complete the construction of the shelter at the last minute.
Reality is not a game, and the temperature drop is not as direct as a sudden drop of ten degrees at seven o'clock every morning, but a continuous drop in a linear manner.
Since ten years ago, the environmental temperature of this planet has been decreasing every moment.
Three years are just the time it takes to drop below freezing point. In fact, after the second year there is basically no way to continue construction.
Therefore, time is really tight for Purficott.
In the next time, she must complete the construction of the airship within a year, so that she can go to the New World before the earth is completely frozen, and build it there before the earth is frozen. Provide enough shelter to withstand the severe cold.
And now according to the plan, she left her laboratory after a long absence, and took some of the completed airship drawings to the city of Puis, where the Imperial Royal Navy's home port is located.
This is one of the most important ports for the Royal Navy because it is home to the Imperial Royal Dockyard, a large shipyard with a long history of more than two hundred years.
And this is exactly Purficott's destination. The large parts needed to build the airship can only be produced by the Royal Shipyard.
"Hello, young lady, welcome to the Royal Naval Dockyard in Portsmouth!" A young and enthusiastic salesman received Perfectcott and her loyal old housekeeper with a bright but unwilling expression on his face. He greeted her with a smile that seemed overly enthusiastic: "Please forgive me for being rude. It is rare to see a young and beautiful aristocratic lady like you visiting the Royal Shipyard. Could you please tell me what business you need to handle when you come to visit?
Royal Dockyard operates a variety of shipbuilding businesses. No matter what your needs are, Royal Dockyard will serve you wholeheartedly.”
While asking, the salesman noticed Perfico. A leather cylinder specially carried to hold blueprints.
This is very familiar to the salesmen of the Royal Shipyard, and they come into contact with the same things almost every day. Therefore, the salesman boldly speculated that the young lady in front of him must be here to discuss business, which filled his heart with excitement, as if he saw his business commission.
For the nobles, the salesman's question undoubtedly seemed a bit presumptuous and rude, but Purficott didn't care about it and just said: "I need to order some large ship parts, but the requirements are quite special. I need to make sure whether the Royal Shipyard can meet my needs."
Hearing what Purficott said, a look of pride appeared on the salesman's face, and he straightened his body and said confidently: "You can rest assured! As the oldest and largest shipyard in the empire, the Royal Shipyard has the most professional engineers and alchemists. We can produce any parts you need! As long as it is used on the ship. "
"Really? What if I said I wanted a flying ship?" Purficott laughed, and then asked Foster to open the drawings she brought and lay them out. on the coffee table in front of me.
When the salesman looked at the drawings with a bit of surprise and confusion, Purficott picked up the black tea he poured for himself, took a sip and said: "I suggest you call someone At least engineers and alchemists with the title of 'technician' come and take a look. I'm not sure if you can understand my design drawings."
Perficott's words made the salesman a little embarrassed, but he tried. After reading the drawings to no avail, but after judging that this was not a joke, he had to awkwardly ask Perficott to wait, then rushed out of the living room and asked people to find the engineers and alchemists from the shipyard. Identify this drawing.
It has to be said that the Royal Shipyard is indeed the largest shipyard in the Victoria Empire. Soon, two engineers and alchemists with "United" titles came to Perficott and browsed her drawings.
Looking at these two "United" level title holders who were one level higher than the "Technician" level title she proposed, Purficott suddenly reached out and took out the handbag she was carrying. Three badges, and then pinned on his collar under the surprised eyes of the two people.
Those are two "Chartered" professional title badges that are one level higher than the "United" level, namely "Royal Chartered Engineer" and "Royal Chartered Alchemist", and the other one is "Empire" Honorary Member of the Institution of Engineers" badge.
In the Victoria Empire, professions such as engineers and alchemists are divided into different levels according to their business level. There are five levels: apprentice, practitioner, technician, joint, and charter.
Among them, only those at the professional level are qualified to work in related industries. Technicians are already the technical director of ordinary small factories, and joint-level people can serve as technical supervisors in places like the Royal Dockyard, with comprehensive Responsible for the construction of a large ship.
The charter-level badges need to be issued by the corresponding royal association and are the highest-level related professional titles in the entire empire.
"Are you Miss Brandless? I have read your article in Engineers Weekly!" The engineer glanced at the badge on Purficott's collar and confirmed It was not a fake. After he quickly recognized Perficott, an excited expression appeared on his face: "Is this your design? It is as perfect as a work of art!"
This The engineer was obviously excited to meet his idol, and this was a first for Purficott.
After all, usually others' first reaction to her is suspicion, thinking that her badge was stolen from her father's family. This is the first time she has met someone who behaves like a fanatical fan. .
Technician, joint and chartered are the professional classifications of British engineers
(End of this chapter)