It's all one flower.

From elementary school to high school, Leno did not have a Fang (Kanba) score in common language.

I found some familiar words in a site where the whole thing was written in a common language, but that's all. I gently regret not studying with Locke because I don't think it has anything to do with my inheritance of a family bakery.

Cruillo put a list of things on the screen.

"This is the list of participating companies of the Lacus Regional Joint Committee on Corporate Estates. Some big companies are famous, but if you don't know anything about them, this is more of them."

"Thirty-four companies are in it, too?

Childhood friends who liked mechanical teasing studied the common language in order to read foreign scientific journals.

... You're a mon who doesn't know what, when, and how to help.

Colorful corporate logos line up next to company names. One also looked familiar to Leno.

I tried to remember where I saw it, and a plate of fixed meals was placed. Grilled fish with plenty of fresh green sauce.

"This is different."

"Oh, Sumima... Dangerous! It was for the civilian use of the lake. I'm really sorry!"

The part-time-looking youth apologized many times and took it to a table where green-haired guests waited.

For the most part, there is plenty of green and blue food for the people of the lake. In the worst case scenario if the land people eat, copper poisoning will kill them.

"... I remember"

"What?

Unexpectedly squeaking, Cruillo put the tablet device down and listened.

"Uh, that table, third from the top. Some years ago, in some country in the Lake East region, they sued you for contaminating the lake, didn't they?

I have forgotten the details, such as the name of the country and the date, but the anger of being mocked of the goddess' tears Lake Lacus is not so easily forgotten.

He also remembered Cruillo, causing his temples to snap.

"Is that it? The Digopetalum thing. He got mad over there, so you're willing to move to Artel and get the same cot again?

"Thank you for waiting. It's the recommended meal of the day for the forest."

Now the dish I really ordered arrived and the conversation was interrupted.

Leno, in one way or another, likes to cook and would love to hear everyone say "yummy".

Still, sometimes it makes me horny when I eat something someone else has made.

When I cheeked the fried dough of river fish hung with mushroom sauce, the rind dissolved loosely in my mouth.

... You can't fry in a truck.

Using large quantities of oil is a luxury.

Sometimes the end of waste oil is troublesome, but with fresh vegetable oil, I calculate how much wound medicine the pharmacist (dull) Awellana can make.

Care is taken to keep nutrition as low as possible, but in outdoor cooking, contributions are limited.

The two were speechless and obsessed with a long time of fried food.

Change the store, have a little after-dinner tea, and talk about what happened earlier.

Wang Du's cafe flowed slowly, and the two of them looking into dim information seemed terribly out of place and narrow shoulders.

Cruello scratches and explains what he did on the tablet device.

"This company, about fifteen years ago, they built branches in the Republic of Jigopetalum to make all kinds of batteries in the capital city of Jigong"

"Don't treat the waste liquid. You drowned it."

"Yeah. The pictures of the fish in the paper were disgusting."

"Ah......"

This is why the two of you didn't say anything about this topic at the diner.

In the waters contaminated with waste liquid, fish not sure if they belonged to the world or new species of demons were caught, such as fish without eyes, fish with curved bones, fish with two or more heads, fish with fins (straws) growing from everywhere, fish with deformed scales and spiny spikes.

People spooked and didn't speak, but ravens (crows) and wildcats ate them. He didn't die right away, but a few months later, there was an individual who rammed like crazy and died.

The following year, deformed ravens and wildcats were born, and people were suspicious.

Investigations by fishing associations in the capital, Jigong, and faithful groups of the lake goddess have found that the contamination of the lake water is responsible. On behalf of the Jigong Fisheries Association, a damages action was brought against the causing company.

For its part, the company refused to pay compensation or the costs of water quality purification on the shield that although it admitted the release of waste liquids, "the Digopetalum Republic does not have a law laying down drainage standards".

For its part, the Fisheries Association argued that in the countries on the shores of Lake Lacus, faith in Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, was equivalent to the law protecting the lake water.

In the first instance, the corporate side won the case, while the second instance was won by the fisheries association side and judicial decisions were divided.

Companies appealed and are still in dispute in the Jigopetalum Supreme Court.

What I recall is the Zigopetalum case, which was shocked by photographs of fish, but in the Lake East region several foreign companies are sued by local clergy and fishery officials and similar trials ensue.

"Well, maybe the law makes sense to the company."

"If you don't have a legal decision, you can do whatever you want."

Cruillo puts the tea bowl down and wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"It's common sense not to pollute the lake."

At present, the purification of the lake water has been done with the dedication of the temple and the faithful groups, but that is not the case when I say whether the anger will also disappear with it.

At the very least, many will be unwilling to remain trampled down on decontamination costs.

"Could those guys come to Artel?"

"Artel is a Kirkulus country, so I guess there won't be any opposition movement like Jigopetalum"

There is little "faith in the goddess" and "use of lake water" in Artel. If the industrial park were to become operational, it would be worse.

Feelings sink into dark predictions.

Tell Cruillo to tell himself.

"Other companies aren't the kind of people who make a lot of sense and get dirty and leave things behind."

"I don't know."

Leno snuck up on someone somewhere who cut the lake bottom cable, wondering if a company in the Barbatum Federation would give up entering if the internet remained disconnected all the time.