It's all one flower.

I heard that this city of Carmensik is also the same mining and industrial city as the city of Kyler, but the atmosphere is completely different.

The previous Kyler had a lot of land people there, but this is just the same green-haired lake people as the pharmacist (dull). Because of his mind, the occasional land people crossing the edge of his sight seemed to have narrow shoulders.

"Again, let's go out in triplets, gathering information, etc."

"Just in case, take one of the people of the lake and leave one in the truck."

Funeral home Agoni adds to Captain Solgnac's suggestion.

Juvenile soldier Morph just heard.

"Why?

"This city has many lake people. So, there's something a little rough, similar to Kyler's."

"Hanashi was faster when something happened."

For some reason, an old man from Medvege said with pride in the habits of the land people.

The pharmacist (dull) Ne and the fisherman's grandfather nod with a strange face at the two suggestions.

"You can't go out more than two pairs at a time, but we'll see how that goes for a while"

A word from the old lady Joolucci on the radio decided to talk.

With such a wack, Juvenile Soldier Morph was set to go out to gather information with his fisherman's grandfather, Aviace, and his employees' father, Padorlik. The other pair are the funeral parlor's old man and wizard's employee, Cruillo, and Leno's manager.

The captains are busy reading the thick dossier DJ Leif has been getting from Amitostigma, and the pharmacist (dull) Ne is busy replenishing the medication he sold in the fishing village.

...... hmm? What's he so mad about?

For some reason, Amana's face is dangerous.

The move to pull out textbooks and notebooks bought in Kyler City looked rough sometime.

"Amana, what's wrong?

"Nothing..."

An eye barely responding to Pina's sister pierces the morph for some reason.

... Huh? Did I do something?

I don't remember myself, but it makes me softly restless. But when I was in Listver Autonomous Community, I talked to a grumpy woman, and I saw enough old people who looked at me in pain to say no.

... It's not nice enough to be snagged... No, it's not good, but you can't (sometimes) cry.

"Mr. Morph, what's wrong? I'll be there."

"Ooh, ooh."

Padolrik calls me back gently.

This time parking a mobile broadcast truck and wagon is in the parking lot of a big park. We were both outside the gate already.

In the central part of the city of Carmensik, on the south side, the Ougari Mountains blocked the sky, and on the north side, the peninsula, which also stretched out into the bay, stands in the way and the lake looks narrow.

... You don't like the narrow view?

Amana, the blonde, is a land people, but in the king's capital, Lacrimaris, he worshipped the temple of the goddess of the lake.

Do you want to see a lake that is so scuffy and spectacular that you can see the horizon? My face is getting worse and worse.

"Amana, your father and Mr. Cruello, we'll be right back today, and we'll study together and wait."

"Hmm?... yeah"

She was comforted by Pina's gentle voice and took a little insurance from Amana's eyes.

If you ask me that, it's rare today, Padolrik and Cruillo go out at the same time.

"Amana, we're just gonna take a look at the market right there."

"Yeah. Come on in. Be careful."

When my brother Cruillo said it, the sarcasm finally disappeared from his entire face.

My father, Padorlik, is going this time as far as the Gulf Coast Zone, so he gets home a little late. You're a helpless kid, I just looked at my daughter and I didn't say anything.

I'll be back by dinner.

Encouraged by the voice of the old fisherman Aviace, Morph ran to the parking gate.

I'm not sure what it is. Something mocking stares in the back of my chest.

The funeral parlor old man and manager Leno, employee Cruillo, went to the east market, and the three morphs went down the north slope observing the city.

Through an area of low-rise miscellaneous buildings mixed with small personal shops, you enter a neighborhood lined with two-story apartments and decent single-family homes.

Either way, I'm somewhat uncomfortable with all the green-haired guys.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morph."

"Hmm? What's ssss?

Padolrik suddenly told me that the boy soldier Morph had eaten face to face. I didn't walk side by side and get stomped or anything.

"Amana doesn't have to worry because she feels like Morph took me and she's just a jerk and stubborn."

"Oh, oh, yeah... yes"

I don't even know why Amana gets mad, but I don't know more why her father bothered to apologize.

Morph scratched up memories that seemed to disappear, but what my father apologized for on behalf of my sister and Morph seemed unlikely.

"I say it in front of him, because he's unnecessarily obstinate, and as soon as I get back, he'll be in a better mood... sorry"

"Ugh, yeah."

"It's a difficult time."

The voice of the old fisherman includes sympathy for whom he does not know.

... what the fuck. Again, it's just me you don't understand. What do you mean you're a jerk?

Morph flickered as Pina gently spoke to Amana, making earlier Moya Moya even heavier.

After a few moments, I went out on a big road.

There are also four lanes on just one side across the central separation zone. Large trucks and trailers leaving the factory zone in the north go west and empty vehicles come back from there.

On the north side of the road there is also a residential neighborhood, but with the factory group on its back, it looked a little dull.

... Well, the Autonomous Community is better.

There were more apartments than residential neighborhoods on the south side, all of which were coal-fired and a handful of single-family homes were smaller than this one.

"Nantka bags are so full, why are you using such a big truck?

"Nantka... [endless bags] hey?

When asked and nodded by the old fisherman, Padorlik pointed to one trailer.

"Look at that. The load is steel."

It was much bigger than the four-ton truck on the mobile broadcaster, and bigger than any car I've seen in the Autonomous Community.

"If you want to put something that size in it, that's all you have to do to make the magic of the bag stronger"

"Hmm."

"But to make a strong bag of magic, we need materials that we don't get unless we get rid of a strong warcraft. You know what a fire bull is?

"Yeah. I saw the captain and the haulier take him down"

"Captain, are you that strong?

"Yeah. Cuckoo's manager gave me a magic sword to slash, and the hauler Ne used a spell"

"It is. Wow."

They say the old fisherman is too surprised to even speak.

Boy soldier Morph became as happy as he was about me.

"Let's get back to it. [Infinite Bag] is disposable even though you have to defeat such a strong Warcraft to make it. It doesn't matter how many lives you have to carry every day, you carry big things in a truck."

"Heh."

... you have magic tools that are also inconvenient.

There were no signals or crosswalks, and the three crossed north through the basement.

Small tunnels are bright even though they are tiled with spells and not a single luminaire. There was not a single miscellaneous demon, even where the light of day would not shine.

... This magic is handy.

There was a small supermarket just outside.

"Let's take a peek"

There's no reason to disagree with Padolrik, and the two follow honestly.

I could read the price tag numbers to Morph somehow, but I didn't know if this was expensive or cheap or just the right price.

The shop was full of customers and clerks from the land, and the green-haired Aviace felt out of place.

Looking around the store all the way, Padorik bought a can of juice and left.

Sitting on the bench, mixing with the aunts packing and drinking juice. The two old men put the can aside and started taking notes at best.

Morph sips a little and observes the guests.

The majority of supermarket shoppers are aunts. The old man in the swordfish and work clothes mix a little too. Hair colours vary, but only the green of the people of the lake.

... Is this a district that can push the people of land into the autonomous region?

Neither customers nor clerks are spelly clothes like the old fisherman Aviace.

Boy soldier Morph looked closely at the guests entering and leaving the supermarket until he finished drinking canned juice, but he was just a guy in regular clothes.

"Please wait. Well, let's go."

Paddle Rick and Aviace, who finished their notes, walk out of their pockets with an unopened can. Morph threw them into an empty can and chased them both.

"The whole island of Nemoralis is the same, but the city's got a lot of lake people, too."

As Padorlik walked, he said what he could tell by looking at it.

"The people of the land... especially the powerless, live together in the convenience of the supply system necessary for their lives"

"Kee-kee... of what?

"Electricity, gas, water. Well, the electricity and the phone go all over the city, but the gas and the water supply are the only ones around here for the plumbing."

"Why?"

"It's hard to build, and it's budget convenient. There are places where people in the lake who originally lived have to move."

"Hmm."

... Asshole stinks.

Don't put it in your mouth on a boulder, ask another question.

"How does Grandma know such a trick?

"The company I worked for until this time was dealing with the company in this city.... right. Shall we make it an employee cafeteria there for lunch? It's a reputation to be cheap and tasty."

"You're not a company guy, are you ready to eat?

"I'm liberating the public, it's okay."

Morph safely followed Padolrik's words.