It's all one flower.

Still a bleak late fall early morning.

Rourke left the west gate of the city of Kardafstvaux at the same time as the gate was opened.

"Mr. Roark, whoa, whoa."

It is Klaustra who waves in the grin. The dark hair of an active looking girl in an autumn coat has the usual blue rose hair decorations.

Every time I see him, he changes his face with his [makeup] necklace, but he decides on any outfit and has the same hair decoration. Razornik said it was a landmark for the rendezvous, but every time it was the same, within it there might be someone to notice.

"Good morning. Mr. Razornik."

"I'm glad you asked."

"Best wishes. You still have that hair decoration today."

"You look great."

He smiles uncontrollably and returns an ambiguous smile.

"I know it's cute, but every time, someone doesn't suspect me."

"I'm not going to change it. So, where are we going today?

"I want to see what's going on in all the cities in Rufus. Government district, office district, shopping district, residential district, factory zone…"

"Yeah, well, we better hurry."

After an obvious rejection, Roark changed his mind. Likewise, the scorpion brooch I got every time I changed my face with [makeup] necklaces.

Klaustra held hands and chanted [leap] as if nothing had happened.

"What is this place?

"It's a safe house near the town factory. I'll [jump] a lot of time."

"Thank you"

To the curse store manager and Skinum, I simply said, "I'll be away all day gathering information". I'm also busy working on spellmaking, and I can feel it when I act like I'm staying.

I left the front door with nothing to eat.

It's a room upstairs in a common apartment. I smelled breakfast support, and Roark's belly rattled.

"You're here without breakfast?

"I brought some bread and water to eat while I was on the move."

I'm not sure if the restaurant has reopened on the mainland of Artel.

"When it's open, there's one."

Klaustra seems to have grasped it and opened the map with a tablet device.

I don't see the GPS location information, but I can read the downloaded city map. When the internet was available, the screens used for store information and so on appeared neat and killer scenery.

It is an industrial zone extending into the western part of Rufus, the capital of the Republic of Artel.

Large plants, salt lake desalination plants and thermal power plants line the lake shore.

Lochs are somewhat inland, with small town factories and apartments.

Far away, I could see smoke rising to heaven in the morning sun from the chimney of a thermal power plant.

Sparrows are lively, but not popular. A newspaper delivery motorcycle ran through the two-lane road.

Roark also puts out a terminal and walks while filming the town.

There are many small town factories where the first floor is a work place and the second floor is a residence, and the building falls out of sight.

The sparrows seemed so peaceful in the morning that they didn't think they were at war, but the shutters were messily affixed with foreclosure notices, contact details of bankruptcy trustees, debt extortion, and creditor cursing rumors, and there was something there that wasn't calm.

Roark stops and takes a panoramic view of the factory with the stickers and each sticker so that the letters can be read. Klaustra won't say anything, but they'll keep their perimeter alert.

The apartments also had many properties fitted with real estate tenant recruitment signs.

In addition, a signed contract has been placed on the ground, and a rope of off-limits has been patrolled.

... the population here, is it down very much?

I remember a story I had previously leaked at an office street cafe, and the chill crawled up from under my feet.

A raven comes and a sparrow of wires flies in unison.

Only around the brand new pole, asphalt was also seen as new as black.

Thousands of pieces of stickers creep slightly into the abandoned factory just next door. If you look closely, there were countless fine scratches in the shutters and mailboxes.

Take a shot of the wound and the pole and move on.

I entered a compartment with more apartments than the factory.

There are also small detached houses and personal shops. A faded closing announcement at the store door signals resentment for the war and an apology to regular customers.

Roark took that too and looked at the street again.

Further land around here has already been sold.

There are many detached properties fitted with red "empty house" signs.

It's still far from starting time, but there's no voice for people but the crying of babies. My gait rises to the tranquility that somehow makes me want to kill my footsteps.

"Right here."

What Klaustra has shown is an old, privately run coffee shop.

When I pushed open the wooden door, I was wrapped in a perfume of substitute coffee that I was completely used to sniffing.

"Oh, nice to meet you, boys. Welcome."

"Nice to meet you. You all remember the customer's face, don't you? Awesome."

A person's good-looking grandmother sends a loving laugh over the counter. Roark barely, but Klaustra responded with a bright smile.

"Pfft. No way. Our customers are just employees around here. Like the ladies... it's unusual for a kid to be in high school."

"Really? My friend's father told me that the substitute coffee here is delicious."

"Because the school's still closed and I'm a hippo"

"Oh, my God. This one exploded a little, but you could fix it right away, and you couldn't handle the blackout, and there was no Warcraft."

Table seats are lined with substitute coffee and toast, filled with men in work clothes.

The two calmed down to the counter seat close to the entrance and ordered the same set as them.