The deity squinted his eyes and smiled as he asked Shard in front of him, his face creased with wrinkles, just like an old man strolling along the street asking a boy he happened to meet if he wanted some candy.
Shard turned his head to look at Miss Orland, who nodded cautiously and said very respectfully,
"Deity, I am in the process of establishing a library to help my teacher collect knowledge. Please, within the allowed range, grant me your blessing."
It was indeed that wish, and Shard once again felt as though he were witnessing history. To give up the wish was certainly regrettable, but at this moment he understood he had done the right thing.
"This wish is indeed good, and it is within my power to grant it," he said.
The outwardly kind old man nodded his head with a smile:
"I admire your determination, and I can see the library you wish to build, how excellent it is. Very good, descendant of the Longleaf Elves, I am willing to bless you."
