It's all one flower.

"... you seem to have figured it out. Good."

The old lady, Silva, leaked a breath of relief looking around. It's outside the outer walls of some city. The gate is closed.

The [Crystal of Magic] in Farkill's hand had a long and weak glow of magic. Without waiting to put the crystal back in the sachet, the old lady just walks up to the general entrance of the gate.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Please open it."

"Grandma, next time, don't worry."

Face out the window of the cabin, the gatekeeper laughs bitterly. Immediately the vent opened.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry"

"Excuse me."

When the two enter, the gatekeeper hurries to tighten the door.

No one did anything and was allowed to cross. It's not a human suspicion measure, it's a gateway to guard against demons and warcraft. Gazing into the moonlight, the gates and the walls were engraved with spells, such as exorcism, as we saw on the North Vieetfi Bridge.

People look neglected in the city of night and darkness. An old lady chants [lights] and hurries down a road without street lights.

"Boy's clothes, they stand out, so stay home for the day tomorrow. You can change into summer clothes for me."

"Um, but, okay?

"It's okay. Instead, tell me all about it."

It was an old private house in a residential area that was guided.

The old lady utters the eulogy and opens the [key] of the door. I was put through to a reception room.

As the old lady leaves the room, she quickly pulls the tablet terminal out of the bag and turns it on. Three antennas stood.

Hopefully, visit the map site. Coordinates were determined with the GPS, and the current location was checked first.

This was a residential area in the city of Kardafstvaux. It is the largest city on the island of Lanterna, on the plain west of the South Vieetfi Bridge.

I found a stair icon about three minutes southwest of this house. To the underground town of Chernoknyjnik, we can get off.

The old lady is back.

"Blanket, use it. The Internet, okay?

"Yes. I was able to connect. Thank you."

Is it the wireless LAN in this house or the wild LAN in the neighborhood? I had access to my password and nothing. Now the only way to some danger is to meditate your eyes.

The old lady looked relieved and smiled.

"See you tomorrow. I'll be sourcing a lot. I can't hold a lot of them, so in the evening, just the paper and oil will be delivered to the villa first."

"Yes, I'm leaving a message"

"Because you don't have to leave even if someone comes, and you don't have to go to Grandpa's room"

Good night, and the old lady left the room.

Fawkil did not sleep and sent a message to the haulier. I didn't wait for a response, I logged into the SNS and UP the text and images I had prepared one after the other.

For a while now, because I wasn't logged in, the latest article displayed at the top had received a number of worrying comments. There are also a couple of heartless comments, but they come with many times more reprehensible comments.

It is impossible to reply to every one of them. Finally, UP a text only article.

- Thank you for your concern.

- I'd like to thank each and every one of you, but I'm sorry for putting it together.

- I was in a place where I couldn't connect to the internet. Everyone in Praethermissa is safe too.

One comment after another can also be made on the new article. Now the article with the photo I just UP was quickly diffused.

In Artel territory, this SNS cannot be accessed by regular means. For the time being, you won't have to worry about the Artel Army finding you.

Looking back at past articles, Yourcast's videos have made a number of comments that let you know they were featured in the news.

Verify the address and follow the link.

It's a web news site, a sports paper site, and a Hunan economic newspaper. Those articles had also been delivered on the portal, but the publication period had passed and the link had been broken.

The remaining articles were all similar arguments.

Videos of Nemoralis refugees making poems and singing on national health gymnastics songs are gaining popularity online.

Looking at the accompanying screenshot, at the time the article was written, it was over a million plays.

It has prompted the general public to turn its attention to the refugee problem and has attracted numerous donations to the United Nations, human rights organizations and others.

The Hunan Economic Newspaper had independently launched a fund to support Nemoralis refugees, either because its headquarters were in Amitostigma, where it officially expressed its acceptance of refugees.

I glanced at the linked article and closed the news site.

Farkill logged out of SNS and opened the video posting site Yourcast. The video posted by Farkill had been played more than five million times.

With five million plays, I can't imagine how much advertising revenue would be, but Farkill's feelings didn't move.

Advertising revenues will be remitted at the end of the month, one month later, via web money. It's a web money account that doesn't need a real address.

They are often used as funds for the activities of criminal organisations, but they are already widespread worldwide with the Internet and are not easy to abolish.

... At the end of next month, you won't be able to make the connection fee transfer.

A month to transfer would have to be paid by a spellman or hauler.

In the comments section there was writing in a variety of languages.

Farkill can be read in his native language, Hubei, as well as in a common language if it's a simple sentence, but this is a tough number. There is also a lot of writing in letters and languages that I know nothing about Farkill.

There were more than three hundred related videos, such as those that the contributors tried singing themselves and subtitles such as the common language. Except for the ten representative cases, they are stored at the "Continue" link.

... If this is all you care about, could the United Nations or the great people in the countries around you move?

Close Yourcast and visit the portal with pale expectations.