The items ordered by Perfikot are for the Flying Airship.
However, these items and the parts she ordered from the Royal Shipyard are not for the same ship.
The parts from the Royal Shipyard are intended for assembling a large Flying Airship, which was originally part of Perfikot's plan to transport the entire family to the New Continent.
But the current batch of parts is for assembling a small Flying Airship, which is almost complete at the Brandelis Manor.
Its main purpose is for technological validation, testing some parameters to see if there are any areas needing adjustment.
After all, even in the world before Perfikot crossed over, the construction of new ships or planes required repeated testing and validation before the final design could be confirmed.
So after completing the model, Perfikot planned to build a small Flying Airship for technological validation.
The Flying Airship is a very important part of Perfikot's plan, and particular attention must be paid to the safety of flying vehicles, so Perfikot has to ensure that every step is error-free.
Moreover, the cost of constructing a Flying Airship is excessively high, even she has to sell off her most valuable assets to have enough funds to build a large Flying Airship, which naturally cannot allow for any carelessness.
So despite having collaborated with this Alchemy Workshop for a long time and trusting the character of the cunning fat man in front of her, Perfikot still carefully checked all the items she ordered.
"Miss Brandelis, we've worked together for so long, do you still not trust my humble shop?" The cunning fat man watched Perfikot meticulously inspect every bit of the shipment without missing a single detail, a wry smile crept across his face.
Though how much of that wry smile was genuine and how much was put on, only the fat man knew.
Hearing what the fat man said, Perfikot, who already knew what kind of person the fat man was, casually responded: "Precisely because we've collaborated for so long do I check carefully. Would I not know who you, Oliver White, are?
The quality of your products certainly meets my requirements, but just barely. If there was any more, you'd feel like you'd lose money.
So examining everything closely prevents any future accidents from causing disputes that could hurt our relationship."
Faced with Perfikot's words, the expression on the fat Oliver's face turned awkward, but those familiar with him could tell it was just a look to cooperate with Perfikot rather than actual awkwardness.
Perfikot was long accustomed to the fat man's face-changing skills and wasn't bothered by it at all.
Only after carefully inspecting everything with the Eye of Omniscience did she say to Oliver: "Deliver everything to Brandelis Manor. The payment process will be the same as before; I will settle the remaining balance and leave 10% as warranty payment."
"After so many collaborations, this is expected." Oliver shifted to a humble expression this time and bowed to Perfikot.
As for the warranty payment Perfikot mentioned, it came from her pre-crossing experience.
Though the Victor Empire had entered the industrial age, the related legal construction was still like being in the medieval times, with many merchants still engaging in substandard goods, cutting corners, counterfeit products, and even fraud and deceit.
Perfikot initially wasn't aware and suffered losses twice.
Due to the imperfect legal system, even as a noble, it was tough for her to recover her losses.
This left Perfikot speechless but compelled her to utilize her DM skills honed before crossing, where she navigated and outsmarted all kinds of shady characters, to design a whole set of preventative measures against these mischievous merchants.
The reason why Oliver could establish long-term cooperation with Perfikot is that, although he is also a mercenary merchant, the most penny-pinching kind, he strictly adheres to principles when doing business.
As long as agreements are made and items delivered, he will complete them 100%.
Of course, not more or less, just exactly as required.
To Perfikot, she would rather strategize with a savvy fat man like Oliver than waste effort on seemingly honest but secretly sinister individuals.
At least this fat man was only greedy and stingy, trying to earn a little more for himself within the rules, instead of using various methods to deceive others.
So her collaboration with him was quite pleasant, even though negotiating contracts or agreements with him cost her tons of brain cells, it was better than receiving counterfeit or unusable products at the end.
After finalizing this deal with Oliver, the crafty fat man squeezed in quite concernedly: "Miss Brandelis, I heard you've received royal sponsorship to lead an expedition to the North Pole. Is there anything I might assist with?"
Upon hearing Oliver's question, Perfikot glanced at him with a trace of hesitation.
She didn't harbor bad feelings towards the fat Oliver, and after many pleasant collaborations, she considered giving him a chance.
However, before she could speak, a voice she found extremely annoying sounded from behind her.
"Isn't this Perfikot? I heard you sold the Brandlis Clan's Alchemy Workshop and shops. Are you short of money?" A greasy noble young man appeared behind Perfikot. Despite being dressed neatly and lacking in etiquette, his gaze towards Perfikot was full of possessiveness.
Upon hearing this person's voice, Perfikot rolled her eyes quite rudely but had no choice but to turn and face the loathsome fellow, coldly saying to him: "First, we're not that familiar. Please address me as Baroness Brandelis. Did your father not teach you how to properly greet a nobleman?"
Getting retorted like this by Perfikot, the greasy noble youth's smile froze for a moment before he quickly restored it, then bowed to Perfikot following noble etiquette.
Although he was also a nobleman, being only an heir, he was still quite inferior compared to Perfikot, who had truly inherited a noble title.
As for suspecting Perfikot of lying? This was the capital of the Victory Empire; impersonating a noble is seeking a painful death, right?
The last time a criminal impersonating a noble was publicly executed, the Noble Council invoked an ancient tradition. The executioner took twelve strokes with a blunt axe to chop off the culprit's head.