"Yes, God, save us. At least give us a spring—three months of spring would be enough," Alien B pleaded.
"God, if You can bring us spring, we will offer You things for eating, drinking, entertainment, and pleasure from civilizations throughout the universe every day."
"Um... let me think about it." An undignified stream of drool trickled from the corner of Little Illusion's mouth.
It was not that she could not do it. The problem was that the cost would be too great.
She still had to ask Old Wen what he thought.
"Old Wen, Old Wen, should we agree to their request?" Little Illusion asked, clinging to a sliver of hope.
"...Agree to it," Wenren Sheng said directly.
"Not agree? That makes sense. Their demands are too excessive." Little Illusion drooped her head. She had expected that answer long ago.
"I said agree," Wenren Sheng said with an amused smile.
"Agree? That's great! Dad, I knew you loved me best. When it counts, you're always the one I can rely on."
"The moment food, drink, and entertainment come up, you get excited. The moment school and studying come up, you wilt," Wenren Sheng said, shaking his head.
"That's not true." Little Illusion firmly denied it, then began counting on her fingers. "But it's so cold over there. How many Source Crystals would it take to fix it?"
"See? You don't study, so when you do things, all you know is to cut off your head when it hurts and cut off your feet when they hurt. Cold does not appear out of nowhere. Someone is behind it. As long as we solve the root of the problem, it will not take many Source Crystals," Wenren Sheng explained.
"Then find whoever's behind it and cut him down. That'll solve it." Little