It's all one flower.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The manager, called by Roark, goes out to the counter and half-laughs.

Skinum dropped his shoulder and leaned down.

"Ha ha. It's a joke. Look, the manager's laughing."

When Leno put his hand on Skinum's thin shoulder, the boy who returned from your use looked up terrified.

"It's Mr. Putnik I'm listening to.... Isn't this the first time you've said it's unusual to come this way? Store, what's going on?

I smile bitterly at the part-time boy and turn to the material store Putnik.

The material store from Wang Du sat down in the counter and squeezed his jaw at Skinum holding a large can at the door.

"If you had it all along, it would be heavy, wouldn't it? Clean it up."

"Yes, sir"

"Materials, are you in there? What happened to the [Infinite Bag]?

"Ahhh..."

"Oh, that can was a reward for the kid doing another job. I kept my stuff in there."

Watching Skinum pull into the back, Cruillo called out to the counter.

"Thank you. It's a change in accommodation and food costs. Mr. Skinum, you used it properly. While we were out buying, it was my turn to pack."

"What? Really?

Stop Roark from preparing tea.

"Such an amazing cot?

"This island can be used for hutu, right? It's no different in Wang Du."

Leno leaned his neck with half a laugh, and when Cruillo put it mildly, Roark nodded uncomfortably (often) and went back to work.

"Mr. Store Manager, where should I put the material?

Skinum calls out from the back.

"Leave each bag on the workbench. Never open it."

"Yes!"

Cruillo was horrified by the bright reply.

"Right now, in Artel, the Warcraft is gushing, isn't it?

Materialist Putnik receives the tea and confirms it to manager Gentius.

"Oh, we're making money because of you."

"What? Is that even a trick to make money?

"I pinched a stinking story in my ear."

Materialist Putnik asks at the front.

"Why don't you let me hear it? Tell these brothers about the type of warcraft that went out into the mainland. If that's all there is to it, I'm just trying to buy it."

Manager Gentius turned to Leno and Cruillo but said nothing and turned to former knight Putnik.

"Of course (of course), I'll give you the information fee"

"We... it's a cotto related to the Lanterna Islanders. If you can tell me about the mainland later, I'll tell you about it in a tip."

The manager of the spell store is very weak (often).

"What do you want to know?

"People on the mainland, hunting and hunting, one warcraft after another comes out, and it never goes down, mon, so they say we summon them, let them go to the city, and they're making money from match pumps."

"Actual Toko. What do you think?

Putnik looks at the owner with an awesome grin in his eyes.

... Isn't it the work of the Nemoralis Grief Team's curse maker?

Cruillo does not put it in his mouth, but watches over the intercession of two long-lived races.

The Nemoralis armed guerrilla organization Nemoralis Panic Squad places one of its bases in the forest of Lanterna Island.

It is a villa owned by the relatives of old lady Silva and piano player Sneigh.

Ever since the beginning of the war, Silva brings together Nemoralis and others in the villa who pledge their vengeance to the Republic of Artel, using the property hidden in various techniques as a base.

Sneg didn't feel comfortable, but he couldn't stop his cousin.

"Terrible. There are a lot of powerless people over there. We know how many wizards we can fight, and last year's array ended up having to bare tank units."

"I don't know what it is, but in short, it's not a wacko summoned by the inhabitants of this city, is it?

"The guy who can fly might come this way, but I don't think he's got that kind of knack."

Former knight Putnik rests both elbows on the counter and sips warm incense tea brewed with roark.

"I know the number of vendors. I don't care if you knock them down on top or not. I'm chasing them. I can't even reach the guy on the roof. But they drew a magic formation on the roof and called it there, so they bracketed the warcraft and let the magic formation do its job, and they said something about it."

"Who told you about Hanashi?

"The exterminators who came to buy us said a lot of things like that."

"Who told you that?

"When I was eating meshi at the mainland store, other customers said to listen."

It's easy to understand.

There are no exterminators in the store who won't think about it.

Cruillo doubted the character of an Arthurian who would do that after he knew he was not going to say it back.

"When the explosion started, I was grateful, and I was angry at the habit."

Putnik nods and encourages ahead.

... Even if they treat you like that, you're still going?

I can't imagine how Cruillo would feel if a warcraft exterminator on the island of Lanterna took the job.

The green-haired curser lowered his eyebrows of the same color and said.

"You said there were still people to thank. Just to be careful, he says he's either coming home to eat or he's got some preserved food."

"What's the precaution?"

Materialist Putnik laughs at her disgusting hunch.

"I won't be served with any clothes. I'm careful. Originally, it wasn't Mon who had a relationship of trust or anything with Kirkuls on the mainland. They don't even think this way. Beyond caution. I'm sorry."

A skinum that came out at some point pulls his face at the edge of the counter.

At one point, Roark, who infiltrated Rufus seminary, nodded silently and deeply.