"Alright, now we're at the most critical step, storing the Angel's Tear. Where are those Angel's Tears?" Sava asked expectantly, looking at Ange.
She now understood that Ange was the hands-on one, and the Bronze Dragon merely offered advice. Still, being able to offer advice was already quite admirable, and Sava admired those who could solve everything with a few words of command.
Negris calmly smiled, holding a bowl before the Little Angel. He proposed, "Um...be good, cry a few tears for me."
The Little Angel, so bored that it was squatting on the ground idly drawing circles, glared at Negris and promptly punched him in the eye.
Tears extraction plan one: failure.
With no other options, they had to try the Holy Spirit Angel that Ange had captured.
But the Holy Spirit Angel, having been imprisoned for so long, was full of rage and not an ounce of tears. After a lot of effort, not a single tear could be obtained.
