"Miss, please watch your step." Foster supported Perfikot as they walked on the ice, his face full of worry: "You should have let the Alchemy Puppet come instead; this is too dangerous. Even if it concerns the lives of hundreds, it's not worth risking yourself."
"No, Grandpa Fu, this is not a risk." At this moment, Perfikot was wearing thick winter clothes, looking like a round, plump bear, but her small face was still flushed from the cold, and she spoke with a bit of a nasal voice: "The future of this world will inevitably face situations similar to today's, and I must consider how to solve these problems.
As you know, the future will not be this level of child's play, but extreme cold of minus several dozen degrees.
If machinery freezes in such environments, it won't be as easy to handle as it is now, so I must consider how to solve problems in those situations."
