It's all one flower.

Around the beginning of June, in the woods near the North Vieetfi Bridge, the truck of the mobile distributor Praethermissa encountered a bull of fire and a black warcraft that was somewhat unsure.

They chased him into the city of Maust, but the Lacrimaris Regular Army Bridge Guard was destroyed. A fire ball emitted by a bull of fire made the giant iron door shackle and no longer open.

Even though I smelled the smell of blood and said that I pushed a group of other demons, fighting a monstrous opponent that even the Regular Army did not rival seemed tantamount to being told to die.

The spellmaker sounds suspicious.

"Boy, you really don't get it?

"Because I've never thought about fighting a warcraft before..."

Spill a dark voice and drop your gaze on Zhenhua Tea. At the edge of his sight, the store owner's licence became a form of laughter.

"How many houses have you come to think we are?

"Ah..."

I got eyes to eyes with the shopkeeper laughing mischievously when I looked up. Next door the spelldoctor tilts his neck small.

"The Curse Shop..."

"That's what I said. We're not waiting for a haulier."

... but that doesn't mean it costs a spell.

I can't get web money payments accepted. If you can get Awellana, the pharmacist (dull), and Kruillo, the employee, to do their best to use the [plummeting eagle (eagle)] school technique, it won't cost you any more, but it's cruel to impose a life-suspending burden on just the two of you on the boulders. Even now, I'm getting pretty hard work done making magic drugs.

Besides, Awellana can use [Leap], so she can always go back to the burns in the city of Zerneau. We just can't jump because of the restrictions on access, and if the restoration goes some way and the regulations are lifted, we can put everyone else aside and go home alone.

... He said he wanted to find his family at the temple in Wang Du, because if there's no more regulation, maybe our guy's on a boat home? So, let's go back to the city of Zerneau to see how things are going.

Even for Cruello, yes. A powerful people, but I guess I became an employee because I don't like magic.

It's not like I'm going to be with everyone the whole time. I decided not to go back to my parents' house in Ignikans. I have to live on my own.

In the first place, Farkil abandoned his family and his country to tell the Artists the truth about history and what Artel's government and army do today. It is very dangerous to do what was originally intended in Artel territory. Annoyance hangs on everyone at the mobile dealership Praether Massa who has been generous and helpful.

... If it's going to happen, it's after you break up with everyone.

And if you don't survive, I can't tell you.

"What can you change a spell for?

"Around spell materials, magic drugs, magic tools."

The curse shop owner sent over three lists. It's a list of spell names and exchanges.

Farkill glanced all the way through. The first is if the replacement is spell material, the second is magic medicine, and the third is magic tools and daily groceries, groceries, and more.

Only ingredients and groceries can be manageable in Farkill, but that's also the first name I've seen, along with unlikely fish and hard-to-cultivate fruits. All I could pick on my own were herbs, ground worms and cicadas that would be wound pills.

"This table, can I have it?

"Oh, I don't mind. It's a copy for that."

"It is a charcoal extinguishing of the Warcraft, but does it matter what the Warcraft type is?

A curse doctor peering through the table from the side asks. The spellmaker replied as if it were nothing.

"Oh, whatever. Whether it's a beast in the left or right mouth, a fresh red flying snake, a bouncing stripe, or whatever, you need charcoal to burn the warcraft with the flames of the world. It's gonna be a lot of ink."

If it's a bouncing stripe, I know Farkill too.

I saw it in the meadows off the city of Ignikans. It's a grass-fed warcraft that stands on two legs and bounces.

Vigilantes and hunting clubs are dispatched in rural areas because they are adults and do not cause harm directly to humans, so they are not exterminated near cities, but they eat wheat and vegetables.

If they get cornered, they'll fight back with horns and fat, big tails, but they're warcraft that can even fight a regular gun.

... but I don't have a hunting gun or anything.

When it came to fighting with knives and such, I didn't feel like I could win.

Stabbed with a corner or struck with a crusty tail? No, they'll get away with it before then. I've seen a two-story private house jump lightly and run away on TV. Even with guns, I'm not sure I can hit a moving warcraft that fast.

The curse store owner would have told me about the easy prey, but Farkill was shriveled.

"... but you still need a spell to acquire the Warcraft, don't you?

"Will it? I knew it."

Farkill apologized to the store owner who said sorry. Change your mind and look through the list of exchanges for magic tools.

... Ah...! If this...!

It was said that the ribbons of the various guards could be exchanged for ten [Exorcism Mark (Mazhu)] pieces.

The Hat of the Cradle Craftsman knitted by three of the Star Way Yoshimitsu can be exchanged for magical items in Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest. There was no one in the line who could use that ribbon.

"Oh, um..."

"Hmm? What? It's a prick to lose a replacement."

"Oh, no...... [Demon Extinction Mark], how long can I go?

"At best, until about Konku, until about the guy who just materialized"

A curse shop owner paints a circle about a human baby with both hands. Farkill said as he stepped out of the chair.

"That, please. I have a replacement."

Farkill himself turned to a surprisingly bright voice, with the curse shop owner and the curse doctor looking at each other.