It's all one flower.

The other day, Farkill wrote me a map of the Langoust Peninsula, and I found out what was going on at Aquillo Base.

The surrounding area is a plain, private houses and the like are not even ten kilometers away. There's nowhere to hide yourself, and it's obvious to the amateur Leno that as soon as you get close, you'll notice.

Ever since the map was completed, the faces that were the lords of the militant guerrillas gather at the base of the island of Lanterna for operational meetings day after day.

Captain Solgnac and the magic warrior guard Oriole were at the centre of the conversation, and the bearded magic warrior Par Little, the magic warrior of the people of the lake Journtle, and the weapons maker, each giving their opinion and packing the details.

Leno has been forced by the spellmaker to attend a conference "ask instead" and is getting smaller at the edge of the bed.

Place the map and tablet terminal on the overlaid crate, with seven people looking at each other. Weaponsmiths and spellmakers were holding chairs and crates in the hospital room where they would wake up to set up a place for discussion.

Farkil had given Captain Solgnac a copy of the map on the paper and manipulated the tablet terminal to account for other information on the Artel army that he had gathered.

Whatever means were used, Farkill even obtained photographs of Artel army fighters, tanks and soldiers' standard equipment. There is also a detailed description, and it is not possible to write it all down on the boulder, so read it out and explain it.

"Um, please wait. That's definitely in the file over here..."

Farkill had no military knowledge of his own, so he had trouble finding answers even when questioned by the Magic Warriors. Quickly operate the tablet terminal and manage to find and read the intended part of the vast amount of information that has been gathered.

Other faces, including Leno, listened carefully to the Lacrimaris boy, taking notes.

Knowing, analyzing, and anticipating the way out of the Artel army, setting up an operation is not a big deal.

Since the opening of the war in February, the Nemoralis Regular Army had not marched to the mainland of Artel and had been thoroughly engaged in interceptions in the western part of the island of Negna. Some of the paralyzed Nemoralist aspirations have become militant guerrillas, and until now they have repeatedly raided military bases, police stations, etc. to rob weapons and other looters just as they go. Nor is it just a group of guards Orioles. The resourceful and powerful people, even in small groups and on an individual basis, are raiding the mainland of Artel. Individually fragmented attacks by civilians had no control or anything.

Attack targets were also like being indiscriminately terrorized by the Nemoralists, in the towns by groups and individuals and from the Artel side.

Since no one in the Orioles group has ever had the knowledge of firearms, the use of the weapon they took did not greatly increase their attack power.

Magic warrior Perlittle blurred as he handled his black beard.

"My fellow powerless people were able to fight, but they couldn't hit me, because I failed with a grenade and there was damage on my side."

Olyor, the leader, asks Captain Solgnark.

"How much did that co train?

"The training is completely different. Besides, do you fight in combination with magic?

"Ah."

"Well, that won't help."

Captain Solniak did not respond to the duration and content of the Juvenile Soldier Morph's training and began explaining how Artel Army soldiers would fight with that equipment.

... With that said, Morph, you know so much about how to fight even though you're about middle school.

Leno notes Captain Solgnac's explanation, recalling the manipulative manipulation of handling a boy soldier Morph's gun.

Juvenile soldier Morph was returning with the spellmaker to his abandoned stronghold on Nenia Island to continue his training for militant guerrillas.

The spellmaker continued his spellmaking at the abandoned stronghold of North Zakart City, and the funeral home Agoni [jumped] away somewhere else saying he could have done something else. The old lady, Silva, hurriedly jumped somewhere this morning when she put down a little food.

Pina and Tis were laughing at each other saying that Leno would be relieved just to be here, "I wish we hadn't finished discussing this all the time," etc.

Leno is glad to see her sisters smile for a long time, but when she takes too long off work, she's afraid she's going to forget how to make a curse she remembers around the corner.

Farkill read out the weapon material. Taking it, Captain Solgnac explains the basic ways of fighting Artel soldiers, based on his experience of using them.

The Magic Warriors listen enthusiastically and discuss how magic can be used to efficiently disable enemy forces. The arms maker will explain how to strengthen the weapon and the materials needed to strengthen it, and will also focus on collecting the material after training.

"I've largely figured out how those weapons work. If you can't fight without a weapon, break it or take it away."

"Don't make it so easy for me."

Magic warrior Per Little laughs bitterly at the words of the arms maker. Had that been possible, not a single person would have had to take a victim on the militant guerrilla side before.

The arms maker didn't mind that, he shifted his gaze to Farkill.

"I was flashing (flickering) with this kid's description. I'll explain it again when I'm ready, so don't be afraid and let everyone practice [exorcism]."

"Even to the powerless people?

"That's right. I'll hand out the spell later, so I want everyone to be able to cast a spell."

The spellmaker answered Oriol's question without interrupting his hair.

For a moment at the edge of Leno's sight, Captain Solgnac glanced at him.

... Two Kirkuls, I would never, ever hate it.

In the truck running in front of the North Viertofi Bridge, the Lenos were not interrupted in practicing, but they never tried to touch the spell themselves. Even Amiella, the needle who made me a bag to put [the crystal of magic], looked at the crystal with frightened eyes like she saw something horrible, and pulled her hand in.

... Do something, Captain and Morph. If I don't get you exempt, even the Kirkurs are going to be in a lot of trouble if they find out.

That being said, there is no way that a proposal can immediately come to mind, leaving Leno behind and the discussion goes on and on.

"It's a shame to lose someone who has had time to train and be able to fight properly. I want to reduce wear and tear as much as I can."

Magic Warrior Oriole squinting and biting at the difficulty of training with a firearm, looks into Captain Solgnac's eyes and says. The applicant will be brought back by the old lady, Silva. But it is not always those who can fight that burn in patriotism and vengeance.

"And one more thing. Boy, there's a lot of handouts on this island, right? Would you mind asking me to use you?

"Er, I mean handover, I just went there a few times..."

The arms maker talks to me, and Farkill puzzles me and lets me swim my gaze. In an effort to alleviate the anxiety of the Lacrimaris boy, the big arms maker said in a gentle voice with a smile on his face.

"I'll prepare the replacement, so I need you to procure the [Ribbon of Guardianship] for the [exorcism]. I know how to make it, but I don't have the ingredients."

"Really? I'll ask the tool shop."

Instead of a magic weapon, it can be seen as the procurement of protective equipment to protect itself from demons, and the fur kill is clearly (obviously) relieved.

... After all, I don't like the full help of killing people.

The information that Farkil brings back from the city of Kardafstovaux alone can kill and injure many Artel soldiers, depending on how they are used, but when it comes to more direct (damned) support, the story seems different.

Leno also makes all the spells that don't seem to have anything to do with combat, such as [lights] and [exorcisms] made under the guidance of a spellmaker. Imagine making a curse for an attack, and I shook up unexpectedly.

The old lady, Silva, was asked by the spellmaker to bring the live chicken once every two days in a birdcage. Craftsmen use the ingredients to drain the living blood, and the meat is cooked and eaten by the guerrillas.

Melt [Warcraft's Eraser] to make ink with chicken life blood and draw spells and curses on parchment paper. Leno somehow lost his appetite, and chicken was reluctant.

"What about Minefield?

"Minefield?

The magical warriors answered Captain Solniak's question with a different accent.