It's all one flower.

On Wednesday, an unexpected guest arrived at the curse shop in Chernoknyjnik, the underground town.

"Wow, long time no see. How have you been?

"Yes, thank you for your help"

"Hmm? Are you going to the city of Ignikerns to investigate as well?

Materialist Putnik settled into the counter seat a large body wrapped in a magical cloak.

"Yes, and thanks to Mr. Putnik, it's easier to call the city of Ignikans"

"What the hell?

Putnik, in his travelling outfit, left his luggage in the chair next door. It's a different embroidered backpack than [Infinite Bag].

"There's a communications facility on the roof of the building."

"Oh, he was bracketed on top, 'cause I cleaned him up."

"Yes. Are you shopping today?

Materialist Putnik lifts the order slip bundled with clips.

"Do you want me to write on this?

"Yes. Shall I call the manager?

"Later. How's the glasses boy, too?

"I'm out to grab you now."

"Right. You're doing great."

Putnik started writing the order slips and Roark prepared the tea.

... Ah, so the Chloenier manager is back too?

I don't particularly plan on buying magic stuff, but I'm just comfortable with him being in the underground Chernoknyjnik.

The mainland territory of the Artel Republic has seen a significant reduction in the emergence of warcraft since the announcement of the postponement of the presidential election. Warcraft exterminators came to buy spells less frequently, making the work of the spellmakers considerably easier.

Amateur customers have declined dramatically, especially since the bug fish (chickpeas) in the silver scale disappeared.

... but there's a trick like Sunday, and we need to be careful.

Reminds me of the video Klaustra showed me as I cleaned up the finished spell on the shelf.

As she said, that four-eyed wolf was a surgery-dominated move by someone. Guess from the exhilarating discernment, the warcraft operator was also at the scene.

The water boils on the cassette stove and add the tea to the teapot.

The door opened at the same time as I took the medicine tank.

"Oh..."

"Mr. Fiarlka, what's going on here?"

The green-haired haulier stopped his leg when he saw the customer.

"Oh, you're the haulier's sister."

A material store, Putnik, gave Roark the finished order slip and raised one small hand to a later visitor.

"Long time no see. Chloenier, the manager's back, isn't he?

"Oh. I've packed my bags and I haven't opened them for a while. They're stuck."

"Thanks"

Fiarlka vacates one from the client and settles down in the counter seat.

Roark added tea leaves and brewed, placing tea in front of the two.

If you glance at the order slip, it's all in stock. A haulier's voice hangs on the back of the loch facing the shelf.

"For Sunday, I got to show you. Artel's a Kirkurus country, but he doesn't have the support to help the poor?

"It's possible we're in church, so next Sunday we'll go around school and church, both ways."

"Hide it with big gloves and put on [Invisible Shield] gloves."

Copy that.

Roark recalled his bitter failure at Rufus Light Mark Church.

You can only prevent an attack once, but that once could divide life and death.

"How was Scootum?

"In exchange for what happened here during the winter?

"Of course."

"I'm going back to the store when I'm done shopping."

"I can tell you what Lacrimaris is doing."

Align the order curse as you listen to the words exchanged behind you. There are many [Flying Bee Horned Eagle (Beech Bear)] Faculties such as [Wall of True Water (Samizu)]. Poutnik is a material store, although it may sell in its own stores.

... Also going to fight somewhere?

"Straja Bay Patrol Fleet Moved"

"Not a normal patrol?

"Before dawn recently, I traveled to Suzune, Artel territory."

"When recently?

"I don't even know the informant. He said," Oh, my God, not since this year. "

What an obscure story.

"Dawn? Or even though I can't get a merchant ship out of a lake blockade?

"The fishing boat will leave."

"Where the demons are, they still operate from the dark?

"That's why it's a funny move"

Roark is not familiar with what the Straja Bay Patrol ships in the Scootum Kingdom Navy usually do. I wondered what was wrong.

They can't take it, and even in the Kingdom of Scootum, fishing boats don't operate from before dawn.

After half a century of civil unrest, the Artel Republic became independent as a nation of scientific civilization with Kirkulusism as its national religion.

Lake Lacus is home to many demons without entities. Magic protection is essential for safe navigation. For this reason, after independence, Artel did not possess a single vessel, and the port installations destroyed during the civil unrest remained only to remove debris from the land.

Naturally, there is no navy.

The kingdom of Scootum on the opposite shore is wary of demons nesting in the Gulf of Straja and warcraft flying over it.

... to protect fishing boats and freighters, Hutu, why don't you work in bright hours?

Fighting at night is overwhelmingly unfavourable to humans.

Thoughtful. But the spell was well prepared. Confirm against the order form.

Turning around, there was a bag of [soothing circumference] on the counter. The material store Putnik prompts me with his gaze and takes me to the back work room.

"It's Mr. Putnik's shopping."

"Oh, sir, are you back safe?"

Manager Gentius placed the spell he had just written on the drying shelf and happily received a bag of replacements and an order form.

Carefully loosen the mouth string of the bag and check the contents.

Roark shivered as he felt the temperature in the work room drop all at once.

"You're a boulder. Still good."

The manager brackets the mouth of the bag with his face.

The air in the room went back to normal, and Roark pulled out his ho shoulder strength.

Mr. Fiarlka's here, too.

"Whoa, it's been a while."

When the two of us went out to the counter, Skinum just came back from grabbing you.

"Oh, boy, long time no see. How have you been?

"Yes. Um, I'm glad you're okay"

Skinum turned a pale smile at Putnik, but ran his gaze to Roark and haulier Fiarlka, erasing his expression.