It's all one flower.

"Yes, indeed. Thank you for using it every time. [Infinite Bag] Anytime you're ready, say it."

Fiarlka, the haulier of the people of the lake, grinned and handed Farkill the receipts and the contract.

The receipt is signed by the named fiarluca, the item is passenger fare. The contract contains the necessary particulars, such as the names of the twelve people to be transported and the place names within the Lacrimalis kingdom to which they are destined.

When Farkil, a boy of the land people, was single and had him transported to the northwestern end of Lacrimaris territory on the island of Nenia, no contract or anything was exchanged. I contacted him online, paid him in cash, and immediately got him to [jump].

This time, because of the large number of people to carry and the huge amount of money, and because the fulfillment time is undetermined, the curse shop went in between and made me a contract.

The witness is the curseman's shop owner and the curseman Septentorio, plus the notary called by the curseman. [Crossing Swan] The man who raised the school badge (today) took Fiarlka and Farkill's hand and placed it on top of it when he wrote a spell that would force him to perform the contract, in powerful words in the upper and lower margins of the contract.

"What is your relationship with the people whose names you describe here?

"I'm with myself… I'm a fellow traveler"

"Really? Now, after my spell, your own name and Hunan are fine, so please title each of you“ fellow travelers ”and read the title."

"Yes."

Farkill answers nervously and briefly. The notary turned to Fiarlka, the haulier of the people of the lake.

"Carrier, if I signal, please read this customer's name and that of all your companions as well"

"You stink of trouble. Oh, okay. Just do it."

The notary lay his hands (palms) on the back of both hands and cast a [pledge] spell.

Safe, when the contract was over and the notary returned with the original of the contract, the four remaining in the spell shop became more tired. Carrier Fiarlka says in a resentful voice to the curse store owner.

"You've never had to be so tough to just take the money and do nothing."

"Don't say that. This is the time. I don't know what it is."

The curse shop owner looks at the green eyes, including the haulier's laughter, and squeezes his shoulder.

Farkil's shoulder was loaded with one big thing to clean up.

Advertising revenue for the video was transferred to Farkill's web money account at the end of last month. Farkill was the number of digits I had never seen in my account before. Almost the entire amount was paid to the haulier as a [leap] bill to Lacrimaris territory.

Web money accounts that can be opened uncensored can also be subject to volatile transactions and the risk that operators, along with the criminal organizations behind them, will be picked up and their accounts crushed or the vendor will take the whole thing away. I can't help but keep my assets here. Besides, I originally earned foam money from advertising videos.

The curse store owner was kicked off saying that the payment on the web money was not to be trusted, but the haulier witch Fiarlka acknowledged it with a light nori.

... I guess you have a route that can be converted into a safe asset.

Fiarlka uses not only magic, but also tablet devices.

Nor is it a terminal contracted in a regular manner. He also had free access to foreign sites by introducing illegal applications and teasing the network of censorship and regulations of the Artel government. He also seems familiar with dark deals on the Internet.

I wonder if the long-lived race of the people of this lake is much stronger (did) than the middle school Farkill would have imagined.

Farkill handed over the material for the consideration of the [endless bags] he had brought. It's only a fraction of it, but we just have to align it a little bit.

While waiting for the test, I had a little tea. The aroma and slight bitterness of the wheat are somewhat similar to coffee. It was not the usual town flower tea, but a black brown tea with barley deep-fried and powdered. This is a good time to drink to prevent heat stroke.

It's almost the middle of August.

The needle Amiella and the girls finished making the clothes they needed. In the morning, he has been accompanied by a spelldoctor to collect material around the villa, including Farkill. Practice spells and organize information in the afternoon.

Pharmacists (dull) Awellana and Cruillo have no trouble making magic pills out of the materials we all collect.

Medvege knitted a skilful hat that said, "Good luck for both of us." He felt pretty jealous knowing the exchange rate was high, which made him knit faster.

The four who offered to cooperate with the militant guerrillas were travelling back and forth daily between the strongholds of the island of Lanterna and the strongholds of the island of Negna.

The militant guerrillas trained by Captain Solniak will surely be able to fight the Artel army much more efficiently than before. Captain and Juvenile Soldier Morph were originally trained in combat, but manager Leno and high school student Roark also participate in the guerrilla.

As part of his training, he entered the Forest of Resalube and also collected materials.

The four Leno store managers say it's okay to keep your mouth together, but I don't know if it's really okay. Demons and warcraft may attack you, and guns may erupt. In the first place, militant guerrillas are not to be trusted.

The store manager's sisters couldn't hide their anxiety, sending them out every day with a crying face, and in the evening, when they see them safe, they throw everything out and jump out.

How long will this life last?

"Sure. How's it going, kid?"

The shopkeeper, who finished the inspection and put it on the books, shows his white teeth and laughs nicely. Farkill smiled back with a complicated thought. The spelldoctor Septentorio also slightly clouds his expression.

Only the plant-based materials demanded by the spellmaker as consideration for the [endless bags] of four-ton trucks are in order. There are some types that are not seasonal, but the holes are filled with magic drugs made for me by the pharmacist (dull) Awellana.

But materials derived from warcraft, even alternatives with magic drugs, can be enormous. It's essentially like being told you can't "substitute".

... Could it be that you're not going to let everyone from Lanterna Island out of mobile sales?

Pulling in such a reckoning, he received a copy of the contract, and Farkill and the spelldoctor Septentorio left the spellhouse behind.