With Perfikot's explanation, Weir finally understood the ins and outs of the matter, causing her small face to crumple.

"Doesn't this mean the Empire is about to be doomed?" Though exaggerated, Weir's description wasn't far off the mark.

"If you're talking about the Empire's mainland, then it is indeed about to be doomed. In a year, when global temperatures drop sharply, the mainland will be frozen into Hyponia's ice field." Perfikot shrugged, appearing indifferent.

Weir felt a wave of helplessness, a desire to act but with nowhere to start, causing anxiety.

But she quickly stabilized her emotions and asked Perfikot, "Does the Empire have a plan? Is there anything I can help with? If there's anything you need, just ask.

Although my strength isn't what it used to be, I can still be of use. I consider myself quite useful in alchemy."

Although Weir had long since retired and her character was quite lazy, she still had some sense of responsibility for her country.

Of course, her willingness to offer help to Perfikot was primarily due to a sense of crisis.

The whole world was about to be destroyed. At times like this, if Perfikot wasn't preparing to wait for death or creating a shelter for himself but instead was building something in the Northern Territory, then there must be a plan and preparation behind it, otherwise, it would be deceiving oneself.

Therefore, for her and her disciples to survive this apocalypse crisis, all Weir could think of was joining the Northern Territory and working for the young Count in front of her.

"The Empire indeed has a self-salvation plan. The court meeting planned to develop the Northern Territory two years ago, creating a shelter to accommodate the citizens of the Empire, thereby preserving the essence of the Empire through this catastrophe." Perfikot explained to Weir, also briefly introducing his plan and what he was doing in the Northern Territory.

After explaining these, Perfikot then asked Weir, "Currently, the biggest problem in the Northern Territory is the lack of alchemists. Whether it's research related to the apocalypse or engineering construction, a large number of alchemists are needed.

But the Northern Territory is poor and lacking in resources, and the New Continent lacks a system for training alchemists, so this type of talent is extremely scarce.

If you indeed wish to help, it would be best to bring in a large number of alchemists. They don't need to be highly skilled or talented; they just need to have passed the Empire's professional certification.

The Northern Territory really lacks these basic technical personnel; I need as many as you can bring!"

Perfikot didn't hold back with Weir, considering her previous status as the president of the Alchemy Association, although it was a long time ago, she still had some connections. If she could help bring in people from the Alchemy Association, it would be great.

If Weir couldn't bring people, Perfikot wouldn't be disappointed either. Weir herself, along with those she had trained in the Witch Workshop, was already a research group. Perfikot believed their skills and strength could help him study some topics without issue.

Therefore, after expressing his need for people, Perfikot continued, "Besides, I need help with research topics. I discovered an oil field in the Northern Territory, and after processing the crude oil, various products can be refined.

Among them, one product can be used to manufacture synthetic fibers, which will have great significance in the future. However, the research group I commissioned has not achieved satisfactory results so far. I need you and your disciples to help me, at least to develop a usable synthetic fiber."

"These two things aren't complicated. For the personnel issue, I'll write a letter to the current president of the Alchemy Association. Although he is just an unfamiliar junior, he should give me some face. As for the synthetic fiber issue, my chief disciple, Heine, is most skilled in this area, so you can confidently entrust this topic to her." Weir agreed to Perfikot's two demands without any hesitation.

Weir was very clear about the current situation. Since the Northern Territory was designed as the Empire's shelter, she and her disciples must join the Northern Territory to secure their place in the sanctuary.

And to obtain a ticket, there's no doubt the best way is to participate in the construction of the Northern Territory, becoming one of the sanctuary's builders. That way, they'd have the qualification to stay there in the future.

Perfikot, of course, understood Weir's intention, nodded, and asked her, "Do you hold a noble title in the Empire? If not, I'll write a Pioneer Knight's charter for you. You can fill in either your name or your disciple's name, and afterward, you can go to Eagle's Beak Cliff. The main research facilities and institutions of the Northern Territory are there, and I hope you can quickly produce usable synthetic fiber."

For someone like Weir, who once held a high position and had ability, Perfikot was, of course, willing to invest to win her over.

If directly conferring a higher title weren't quite appropriate, Perfikot might have given her a noble title.

However, Weir herself didn't mind much about this; she only thought for a moment and said, "I was granted a noble title back then, but it hasn't meant much over time, just a honorary title.

As for the pioneer charter, give it to Heine. The child has always wanted to prove herself, so it would fulfill her wish.

Regarding the synthetic fiber, don't worry about it. Such things won't be difficult for me; I'll produce results satisfactory to you."

Hearing Weir say this, Perfikot nodded without saying more.

Then, the two chatted about the apocalyptic winter and Northern Territory plans, after which they discussed their individual insights on alchemy, having a small exchange.

However, at the end, Perfikot concernedly asked Weir, "Can the curse on you be lifted using the Philosopher's Stone? You know the current situation; if you could recover your strength, it would be a great help."

"I can't guarantee that. After all, I suffered a backlash from Divine power back then, and such damage is beyond what mortal strength can handle. If it were easy to resolve, I wouldn't have remained like this for so many years." Weir seemed indifferent when discussing this matter, having given up any hope over such a long time.

However, Perfikot encouraged her, "Give it a try; even if it only improves your condition."

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