It's all one flower.

A line of "overlooked people (Praetermissa)", which has changed from a mobile distributor to a mobile broadcaster, is safely away from the city of Cernica, where there was trouble, in the mining city of Kyler.

On the way south along the Bay of Pador, it also broadcast in towns and villages, but only towns with large populations there were monitored by the security authorities.

At the police station in the small town, it was accepted in a mundane reply without even looking at Locke, even if the state-owned broadcast announcer Jorch presented a permit.

When we arrived in the countryside or fishing village, we didn't even need that.

... You've made such a fuss. After all, the countryside doesn't have a great army or country guy, so it's Gabagaba.

Juvenile soldier Morph clapped out. To some extent, as expected, but if I put it in my mouth, Captain Solniak was going to scold me for "not distracting," and I kept my mouth shut.

The region north of the Ougari Mountains on Nemoralis Island was not exposed to air raids by the Artel Lanista coalition forces, but sank dark due to star (servant) terrorism, influx of domestic refugees, and lack of supplies.

The city of Kyler is a "good place" incomparable with the autonomous community of Listver, but the city as a whole was somewhat unwell while preparing for the Fraxinus festival, which is called the Oak Festival or something.

The doors of the houses are hung with rings knitted with oak or branches of Qin Peel (Tonerico), and that is the only place that is different from everyday life. But the people who went to pray to the temple looked sad and didn't look like they were having any fun with Morph.

Pina, who walked with her siblings today, looked around the street sadly.

"But you have no choice, do you? It's not the time for war."

As a result of the discussions, it was broadcast as usual throughout the festival.

On the day of the Late Night Festival, DJ Rafe and funeral home Agoni jumped to the kingdom of Amitostigma before dawn yet.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Be careful."

During a period that included before and after the festival, he said that he could not [leap] around the Wang capital Lacrimaris and asked the haulier Fiarluca to arrange a ship from Amitostigma.

Soon after nightfall, Agoni returned alone.

"Ship, we managed to make it. Let's go to the next broadcast site."

The FM's mobile broadcast has a narrow radio propagation range, and in the city there, broadcasts cannot be delivered to the entire city unless they are repositioned and broadcast many times.

Shortly after breakfast, he headed to his second broadcast location in Kyler city.

Since there is no DJ Rafe, Padorlik will drive the FM Cravel wagon car. Cruillo and Amana, too, rode with their father, Padorlik, and the carriage of event trucks is more scurvy than usual.

Boy soldier Morph wondered when Padorik said, "I can't drive a truck, but I can drive a wagon," but I was distracted by the rush before I left.

Ask Captain Solniak, who reads the book next door, in a whisper.

When the captain pinched him, he told me without a single disgusting face.

"Because the driver's license is divided by the type and size of the vehicle"

"Size? If it was a car, we wouldn't all be together, would we? I know if the ship and the car are different..."

"Depending on the size of the vehicle, the technology required to drive varies. Different fuel, maintenance methods, and accident hazards."

Manager Leno also joined the story by closing the magic book "The Art of Doves for Crystals" for the powerless people.

"Cruello's father has a normal license, so he can't drive a truck. But Mr. Medvege is a big license, so he can drive a lot from saying this to driving a motorcycle."

"Heh... does the manager have someone to drive something too?

"License course, I'm on my way, so I can't drive anything."

Manager Leno replied looking a little drenched.

... Why Tu-chu... Ah!

Boy soldier Morph didn't think of it and strayed from the manager of Leno. Now the pina and eyes are on each other. It was hard to reject that no one blamed the Morphs Star Way Prostitutes.

The radio old man Joorci mixes with the story in a bright voice.

"With a normal license, you can drive the original."

"If it's just the original, can you have it as early as three days?

When the old man at the funeral parlor who apparently doesn't have a license pinched his mouth, only a little brightness returned to manager Leno's face.

Morph found out that the two of them had distracted him and changed the flow, and a little bit of a chest punk was removed.

"In some big city, shall we take the teaching? If I could ride the original, I'd make a lot of progress."

"Brother, can I even get a license with an indefinite address?

Pina's word solidified the adults.

... can't you?

Morph dropped his shoulder, but waved a completely different story in an attempt to break his chilling silence.

"Is radio recording such a time-consuming mon? It's been two hours or so."

DJ Rafe went to the broadcaster "AM Sheriak" in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis for inclusion. It was just explained at dinner yesterday that we can't rendezvous with the bouquet of peace on the ground and return from the West Island of the Funalis Islands for a week or so.

Morph's dumb question loosens the field air and Pina exhales small to watch the old man on the radio.

"This is a long time to travel."

"Move? Oh. [Leap] No?

"Yep. So I have a lot of bookings for the Magic Ship, and the recording itself takes a day, but it's hard to get back."

The old man on the radio looks at the wall of the carrier with a distant eye.

Once you return, you should go to the summer capital of the kingdom of Amitostigma and the funeral home Agoni will pick you up.

"Instead, I borrowed a device from the haulier's sister, and I was gathering information, so I'm not playing blah blah blah blah while I wait for the ship."

The funeral parlor old man laughs bitterly.

Pina's sister leaned her neck strangely.

"But the Nemoralis don't have the Internet, so you won't see them when you get back, will you? Do you remember everything?

"You're gonna stop by Mr. Mariana's on your way home, aren't you? When that happens, the device will be returned and printed by the boy."

"Who's that kid?

Morph bumped into frustration.

This old man doesn't seem willing to remember what people call him.

"Well, he's a good internet boy."

"You mean Mr. Farkill."

"Yes, yes. That's the kid. So, it takes an extra day and a week to add up."

When Pina sent out the help ship, she finally remembered, and laughed without being evil frightened (walrus).

"Heh, what kind of tricks are you going to come and find out?

Within talking about that, I got to the parking lot in the public hall. Medvege and Padorlik parked the car in a car storage area where they just pulled a white line on the asphalt. There are twenty compartments on the white line, but there is only one other.

"Well, I guess this has been a recessionary city for a long time. Let's get out of here when DJ's brother gets back."

Boy soldier Morph was surprised at the words the funeral parlor old man threw up disgusting.

"You're not gonna broadcast it?

"Of course, after the broadcast here."

The old man on the radio goes down to the parking lot and looks around.

"This city of Kyler used to flourish in the mines, but there was a massive collapse during half a century of civil unrest. And then it gets lonely, and it's not very safe at the moment."

The girls looked nasty and stuck to each brother.

... Say that before you go into the city.

Morph pounded inside, tongue-in-cheek, but parked in front of here was the police station parking lot.