It's all one flower.

The second day after arrival in the city of Myata.

One line of mobile broadcaster Praethermassa reiterated at the breakfast table: "We will not broadcast here, we will focus on gathering information".

After breakfast, split into several groups from the public and private parking lot and scatter around the city.

The three bakeries and the announcer Jorch, Padolrik and Amana father and son, driver Medvege and funeral home Agoni, leave a message on the truck carrier.

The spelldoctor Septentorio stepped off the carrier without a white coat. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana imitated the [Blue One-Winged] school badge (today) hidden in his jacket.

Raise a shopping bag filled with replacement dried goods in both hands and take them with the eye-catching Awellana.

"Well, I'll go and come."

The destination is the medicine material store I saw yesterday on my way to the temple.

"I didn't know it was dim anymore yesterday, but it's more than I thought"

"Sounds like it. From the exterior, it is difficult to distinguish between shops and private houses…"

Awellana looks around and the septentorio, once again, stares at the understated sign. There in the city, yesterday, I spotted several small signs that I didn't realize, and I wanted to suspect that I was going to do business.

"Wholesale (grate) is the focus, and I don't really retail it, so maybe the sign is small"

"Is that what you say?

"The average person won't buy it first, and if it's just a local hospital or pharmacy, you'll just know your face, so maybe some vendors won't sign up"

Nodding to the presumption of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana.

The two people of the lake knocked on the door of the material store closest to the public and private halls.

I waited awhile, but I'm not responding.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm a traveler, could you sell me some medication materials?"

When Awellana spoke, she finally heard footsteps.

An elderly man shows his face and inexorably deserves someone else in his family.

"If so, who's here?

"It's the city of Zerneau. Kulbunika is close, so I've worked part-time in pharmaceuticals, etc., and a bit of a dealer in pharmaceutical materials"

"You're here to sell? We're not buying it."

The appearance blocks the girl's awellana, staring at the middle-aged man's septentorio. They might have thought it was my father and daughter.

"No, we'll buy it from you and sell it elsewhere."

"What's the exchange?

"It's fish dried."

When the septentorio opened the mouth of the bag, the color of the man's eyes changed.

"Damn again...... how many months are you waving?

"Fish, it's been such a long time?

Pretend that Awellana knows nothing.

"Oh... I can't come to the fishmonger who always came from Carmensik since I was fashionable. You came from the city of Zerneau. You said all traffic was closed, right?

"It's been stuck in a village on the way since about summer, and I don't know much about the west."

"This is a lake in front of me, but the shore is a cliff and there is no port, so I have to buy fish from somewhere else."

"Are there any [Fishing (Su, etc.) Galaxy Birds (Pelicans)] scholarly people in Miata?

"I'm waiting for the fish shop because I'm not here."

He looked at me like an idiot, but he cured his loving laugh.

... fishmonger not coming even though the traffic ban has been lifted?

Did the fishmonger himself fall from measles, or did the fisherman from whom he traded? Raw fish can also think of a lack of fuel for trucks.

Even if the epidemic comes to an end and traffic resumes, it seems it will still take some time for life to get back to normal.

Last night, I remembered a tragic situation around the city of Myata that Jorch told me about, and the spelldoctor's chest ached.

Awellana regains her mind and asks.

"What are the medication materials, what do you have?

"I haven't had you out in months, not a big mon."

The man who runs the material store at home pulled into the back whining about excuses. Return immediately with a shallow crate.

... Isn't it completely "oversold" rather than saying it's no big deal?

There are only a few kinds of herbs that have been dried, I'm just sorry.

"Well, whatever, 'cause I've been locked up for months and it's been winter."

"For months? What happened to the food?

When the septentorio was surprised, the man of the same family laughed powerlessly.

"The only time I completely closed the city wall was about a month in it. Basically, I'm working with my buddies to pick them up in the mountains, so if you miss one of them, you're on your way."

"Aren't you going to pick it in the woods in front of you?

Awellana tilts her neck.

The older man scratched his head of green hair, which was losing color, and responded with sad eyes to a girl about middle school.

"I don't know about the other lady, but here we are, trying not to fight, so the ancestors have been assigned a place to pick them from generation to generation."

"Was it? Uncle, you're strong. I can't believe I can go pick it up in the mountains... can you split this with ten dried foods?

"You're telling me you know what medication it's going to be?

The man let him try awesomely, but Awellana answered without cowardice.

"It's the drug material that cures fractures, isn't it? But it's small, it's damaged here, and you don't have any other materials, so this is just a little..."

Awellana took only one red leaf herb left in the crate.

"We're a family of six. Make it twelve."

"Don't get into a fight, just six of us, okay?

As Awellana tried to put the herb down, the man pulled the crate in and screamed.

"Okay! All right, man! With ten!

Seeing that the negotiations had been concluded, Septentorio put them in the crate, counting ten.

Leaving the material store house, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana says potpourri.

"This is the quality… Marinovi Tsveto is not really a material that people can sell for this kind of dry stuff."

"What?"

The spelldoctor Septentorio turned around unexpectedly.

"Not a lot of gems and [magic crystals], but changing the color of your eyes so much with food seems like a tough food situation in this city."

"Last night's fixer... said he was open because he had a handout (once) to get?

"Maybe. But it doesn't seem like you're hungry enough to take it away from me."

"Perhaps there are some around that Mr. Joolucci has decided not to broadcast"

The two held on tightly to the bag of dried goods and headed to the next material store.