It's all one flower.

"Oh, you've done it already? That's awesome, boy."

Silva, the old lady back before noon, was pleased to receive a bunch of answers prepared by Farkill.

"Oh, no... basically, it's information I picked up online..."

"Oh, my God, I don't like machines. Wow."

Silva gives Farkill the sandwich she bought for lunch and a paper bag with clothes.

"Thank you"

"Well, I'll make your grandfather's dinner, so take your time."

That said, I go into the kitchen to make nursing food.

As Farkill peered at the paper bag, Silva, the old lady who had put her luggage down, looked back.

"If that doesn't suit your taste, be sorry. But I think it's the right size."

"No, thank you. It helps."

I thanked the old lady who seemed sorry, took her summer clothes out of the paper bag, and Farkill hardened.

What Silva prepared for me was a loess, difficult chino bread and a t-shirt with a silly design. There is an illustration of the bomb in white on the black ground, with the common word "Sexy Dynamite" clearly stated.

... Well, it's not such a luxurious situation.

Hurry up and eat the sandwich and get dressed, it did come in the right size. Horrible furkill, Silva stabs the nail.

"If I feed my grandfather dinner, I'll go deliver oil and moulded paper, but you can't leave alone. Because you have to get lost."

"No, I'm fine. You can see a map on your device, and you can see where this house is."

"Really? But don't push it too hard."

"Yes, thank you for your attention"

Return to the assigned room while waiting for the old man and Silva to finish their meal.

The haulier replied.

- Don't you dare, come to the store.

"Did you remember the euphemism?

"Yes, I'm fine"

"If you get lost, say you're Silva's grandson and ask some store to help you"

"Yes, thank you"

Farkil wants to get down to the underground city of Chernoknyjnik as soon as possible and answers with a nod. Out with the old lady Silva, split at the front door.

Silva [jumped] out of the city and slowly walked away.

Farkil goes to the entrance to the underground city of Chernoknyjnik. I just walked a little and a sweat seeped into my t-shirt. Hang the bag and hurry to the stairs confirmed by the map.

It was during the pre-business hours then, but now every store is open. Running down the stairs, the smell of various dishes and spices irritated my nose.

There are also more pedestrian streets than on the ground and they slip through carefully to avoid bumping into each other. The underground was cooler than I thought and easier to walk in that respect. Sometimes, I look at my terminal and look for notes and landmarks for directions I used to get. Even though it had only been a few months since then, I felt like it was a long time ago that I checked on the computer at home.

I thought I'd get lost because I got off a different entrance than last time, but the brick colors are different around here on the boulevard and branches and it's easy to understand. I could get to the neighborhood with that spell shop without difficulty.

After entering the sidewalk for a while, several familiar signs went out into the aisle lined up. It's the road the hauler and I took when we went out to the park on the high ground. When I got to this neighborhood, there was a lot less traffic. Hurry up the brick-packed aisle that made it easier to walk.

Looking at the clock on the terminal, it had been hanging for nearly two hours. I get more anxiety about whether I can be back by night.

"Wow."

I bumped into someone who came out of the corner. Anger comes down on the furkill with the buttcake on it.

"You kid! Look where you're walking!

"Oh... sorry"

Whatever you think, Farkill's damage is greater, but the drunk man grabbed Farkill's chest barn and caused it.

"The child, my customer"

A woman's hand grabbed a drunk's shoulder. The man looked back like he had been played and let go of Farkill.

"Fiarluca...... ugh!

You woke up drunk all at once, or when you pounded your tongue, you walked away to escape with a faded face. Again, Furkill, with his buttocks on, gets up as he rubs his hips.

"It's late, if you get out worried..."

Excuse me, I'm from the north entrance of the city.

"Yes, let's talk inside."

I opened the door of Lindo with the hauliers of the people of the lake.

There are no customers in the store. The cursers of the people of the lake said in the same unfathomable voice they had when they had come before.

"Boy, it's been a while."

"Long time no see...... corner, they took me, but I came back"

"Well, sit down."

Sit at the end of the counter with uncomfortable thoughts. The haulier woman...... the people of the lake, just called "fiarluca" by drunkenness, settled their hips in the back seat of the counter whether that was the fixed position.

"Have a cup of tea, and tell me when you calm down. I know a lot about that."

A spellmaker chanted [manicured water] and boiled the water, and threw dried white flowers into the hot water drifted into the universe. The sweet fragrance spreads flutteringly.

It is more sedative townhouse tea than herbal tea from the grass I always drink. This also works on the fragrance. The bumped upset subsided and the palpitations healed.

"You're wearing funny."

The haulier laughs with his nose. Farkill remembered what he was wearing and became embarrassed as soon as possible.

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I don't know what you're hiding, but I know the swell..."

I realized when they told me to.

Pull out the bag that the needle Amiella made for me.

"What's in it?

"[Crystal of Magic]."

"You should weave something else so you don't know it from the outside."

"I only have winter coats..."

The two people of the lake looked at each other. A spellmaker puts his shoulder down and unloads the mug on the shelf, making a cup of flower tea. The fragrance rose darkly and the sweet fragrance filled the store.