It's all one flower.

"So if I go around hunting the warcraft on the roof, you're gonna give the Islanders credit?

"The people who are hardened by the faith of Kirkulus are not as good as that..."

Materialist Putnik suggested in a bright voice, but curseman Gentius shook his head (wearing it) in a sigh.

Roark says, brewing a warm incense tea replacement in Leno.

"And... the rooftop itself, I don't know what kind of trap there is"

"Trap?"

Materialist Putnik questions the spell store number.

"We still don't know who summoned the Warcraft and locked it on the roof with surgery. They could have set a trap to get rid of warcraft exterminators and special forces in the Artel Army."

Roark's eyes dwell in the same light as Lazolnik's when he talks about the situation.

Materialist Putnik sipped a sip of warm incense tea and turned to Roark from body to body.

"You, you know something, Tula. Are you aware of a situation where you don't want people on the roof?

Roark's gaze turned to Leno and Cruillo.

Cruillo puts the tea bowl down and nods. Leno also sent his gaze to Skinum, who stood at the edge of the counter, letting him pull his jaw small.

"Me too, the information fee is good on the ground."

"Okay.... What do you want to know?

"I want you to show me a picture of a warcraft sitting on the roof..."

"Come on, brother, that information, is that what's out there?

Materialist Putnik smiles bitterly at Kruilo sitting next to him.

"We know each other, and I got the data, and he showed me the screen here."

"Are you with that acquaintance for a while?

When Cruillo properly misled, Materialist Putnik smacked the spellhouse counter. The shopkeeper Gentius laughs affectionately.

He's the haulier who's using us as a meeting place.

"Why would a haulier take pictures of the rooftops on the mainland and show them to you?

If you ask me, the question directed at the curse store owner is even more so.

Cruillo watched how manager Gentius would answer.

"It's humans who carry them."

"Human? You're even helping a sinner escape?

Materialist Putnik smiles sarcastically at the three people in the counter.

"Powerful people... let those born in the mainland of Artel escape to the enchanted civilization."

"Hmm..."

"I need information on the business pattern, but the haulier is Mon, the people of the lake, so I asked my fellow people on land to gather information."

"Are your brothers in the same business as him?

He shook the story, and Cruillo shook his head.

"We have a lot going on with hauliers, and now we exchange information on what we have, and procure things."

"I'm scared, but the regulations have been lifted, so I'm moving east in a little while."

"Mr. Cruillo's note, I got it. Glad everyone's okay!

When Leno said, Roark turned to a face filled with relief and joy.

"So, what did the brother-in-law hear from that haulier?

"It's a communications jam against Artel."

Materialist twists his neck on a short answer that turned off his grin.

Roark continued his conversation by briefly describing communication facilities in the scientific civilization area, such as the Internet and telephone.

"I don't even know who it was that blew up a small installation in the city and destroyed the lake bottom cable and communications satellite antenna base."

Roark repeats about the same explanation as Cruillo, but Putnik hits the gavel unobstructed.

"It is also unclear whether the same population, multiple populations have joined hands, coincidentally, the time of execution has overlapped"

"The explosion and the cable were in Wang Du's newspaper, but what a coincidence!

"Recently, it has decreased, but when the explosion started, it was time for thick fog."

From what I have seen in the report, the number of explosions and the occurrence of fog are proportionate.

Cruillo said, Materialist Putnik hit his knee.

"I see. Bombing and summoning on the fog. Anybody can think of something."

Roark continues.

"From the circumstances, I'm pretty sure the killer's aim is Artel's interruption of communication. I just don't know what kind of individuals or organizations entered the field armed."

"You can't even grab the informer the haulier uses."

"Looks like it."

"The exterminators don't touch the Warcraft on the roof to inspire them to fight a“ bunch of wizards with force. "

"Hmmm...... oh, enough with the replacement"

Materialist Putnik offered the empty tea vessel to Roark.

"Buy preserved food today, go see how it goes tomorrow, think about looking at the situation and hunting or going home"

Materialist Putnik leaves the counter chair, and Leno and Cruillo continue with their bags. A large material store suddenly stopped in front of the door.

"A treat. That was delicious. I'm gonna borrow some glasses, kid."

The manager, in a mundane reply, pushed Skinum to the entrance and exit of the counter. The store number boy looks up at the material store wondering what they're going to say.

"Show me to the store of preserved food."

"Yes!

As soon as he left the spellhouse and closed the door, Leno and Skinum exhaled loudly at the same time.

Never mind the material store Putnik, he walks toward the lion's shop.

"The other store number is the one that's been diving quite a bit in the training grounds."

"Do you understand?

Leno raises his voice and Skinum also looks up at the material store with a surprised face.

"How many centuries do you think I've been on this road? It's less harsh than that, isn't it? Eat and shop."

A clumsy hand shrugged and stroked Skinum's pale-colored head, prompting him to guide.