It's all one flower.

What the old man said well, Boy Soldier Morph and Captain Solniak were led through to the warehouse behind the store with guidance from employees.

Medvege's old man is back in the truck by himself to open the carrier.

A young man in an apron handily piled a trolley of sturdy bread, drinking water and canned cardboard.

"Well, I'll take the water, so can I have some canned bread?"

The young man hangs the key of the object and the magical [key] on the door of the warehouse and just pushes the trolley to go.

Captain Solgnac put his hand on the canned trolley, showing one left with his gaze.

Boy soldier Morph felt somewhat sorry and pushed the lightest trolley. The spell jumps into small pieces over the carved rubble and the unfixed cardboard plays.

... What is this? Fine, isn't it hard?

Although I got hooked on the steps, I manage to proceed without flipping. By the time we got to the truck waiting on the front street, the shoulders with the force in the hen were stiff.

The driver, Medvege, waits with only half the door of the carrier open. When I looked closely, I picked barrels, crates and bags of flour in front of me and completely hid the futons and sofas in the back.

... Oh, so you went back first.

Loading it up for four, it was quick.

"Thank you. See you soon!

The young man in apron laughed lovingly and said, cleverly manipulating three empty trolleys back to the store.

Now the three of us move the contents so that we can prevent the load from crashing and secure the living space. By the time it was over, he was completely hectic and the boy soldier Morph was unwilling to do anything.

...... Nah.

"Boy, what are you going to do? It's a corner city. Meshi, we're going to eat, Meshi!

Medvege slapped him on the shoulder and Morph rose cursorily. Alert the surroundings while the old man locks the carrier.

People and cars were overflowing to see if that was the case in Rachka city from the beginning or if many had fled the coup.

The driveway is asphalt, the sidewalk bedrock is the same as the city of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis and the city of the island of Lanterna, Artel territory, with some spell engraved in powerful words.

There are many people in the lake dressed in spells similar to the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, but there were quite a few people on land.

I don't know if the people of the land in clothes without spells are powerless people, or if I don't have to worry about clothes because I have a talisman like Roark had in a powerful people, I can't just look at them.

... I wonder how they see us?

The Star's Way Prostitute's Medal is in his pocket.

The three Juvenile Morphs are a winter coat that precedes the season.

Sweat seeps through just a little movement of the body, but the wind on Lake Lacus was cold, with more coats and jackets slightly thinner than the morphs for those on the road.

Medvege gets in the driver's seat and hangs the engine.

"Old man, where are you going by yourself?

"While I'm at it, if I'm stationed on the road, they'll catch me. I'm gonna put you in the parking lot there for a second."

The truck went before Morph understood.

The opposite lane only goes cursorily with the car jammed, but the road Medvege goes is empty and will be invisible in no time.

Morph, this is a map from around here.

Captain Solniak drew his hand and stood in front of a sign on the side of the road.

It's more detailed than I wrote in the library of the city of Zerneau, and it's more of a cluttered map than they showed me on Farkill's machine.

The captain's finger clings to the red circle in the center.

"The current location is here. Medvege... probably headed for this parking lot"

Fingers cleared the way and stopped in a symbolic square.

Boy soldiers don't know how to read the map, they can't measure how far away they are from here and how long they have to wait for the old man to come back.

"This, surrounded by circles, is the acronym 'parking lot', and the mark of the coin next to it indicates that it is a paid parking lot"

"Heh... hmm? Old man, do you have money?

"I'm fine. While Morph was asleep, he stopped by the tool store to exchange some of his amethysts for cash."

Neither Captain Solniak nor Medvege's old man went to Cravel, the capital in the vortex of the coup, and made the choice to stay in Rachka.

I'm not going to help the pinas, and not even one morph will let me go.

As such a whispering resistance to the two of them, if I hadn't replied pretending to sleep, I'd really fall asleep at some point.

"There are a lot of stores that don't respond to replacements, so it's inconvenient."

"What the fuck?

"If you can't see the truth, you'll be in trouble."

"Ah... eh? Is there something wrong with that stone?

"If you can trade at a high price, most of the time you do. Cash is a lot of anti-counterfeiting craftsmanship, but it's hard to do with jewelry."

Captain Solniak laughed bitterly, and Boy Soldier Morph unexpectedly looked at the Captain's West Porch.

"Well, for once, some of what I got..."

"Don't worry about it"

"What the fuck?

Affirmed, Juvenile Soldier Morph ate.

"First, if you are a kind of gem that can cage magic, you will be seen through the moment the powerful people touch you"

"But what we got..."

"That mouthful, the haulier must have made a deal with your merchant in the Kingdom of Scootum"

"What's a goyo shawnin?

The captain didn't make a single disgusting face and explained it plainly to Morph, who couldn't even get to elementary school much.

I mean, he's talking about a big merchant who can do business directly to his king opponent.

"That haulier is a commercial pattern, a former clergyman on top of his wide face. If you let someone like that grab something, I'm afraid of later."

"Oh... if they say," Oh, my goodness, I let you grab the jewel of a fake mushroom for me, "it's gonna end a lot."

"That's what I'm saying."

Butterflies footsteps approach.

It's Medvege.

Juvenile soldier Morph unwittingly tightened his loose expression and stared at the driver's old man.

"Oh, come on."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You're reducing the number of harrassments. Let's go."

Texto blurred and stuck me, but Morph didn't say it back, and I walked out with a big strand. Neither of them said anything and proceeded to the same side as Morph.

Many shops have dropped their lunch sales signs after noon.

The captain suddenly stopped his leg as he walked just enough down the boulevard and peered down the sidewalk.

"Let's do it there"

I can see a small blackboard pointed from the back of a narrow alley to the boulevard and it says noon menu and price. Morph could only read the "omelet" and price figures, but Captain Solgnac followed him.

... Farkill guy, are you there already?

He remembered the omelette of a fixer in Chernoknyjnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island, and then the Lacrimaris boy.

Sure, I think he said he had a home in the southeast corner of Negna Island, in the city of Grom. Even with the house, the parents were caught in an air raid in the city of Gardenia on Nemoralis territory and no one waited.

... I wish my relatives were nice guys.

If he was the kind of guy who would take that mushroom and fatten his personal belly. Even if not, people change if greed is involved. If a relative changes his panther, he shakes his head and drives away his imagination of going in the dark direction.

"Oh, my God, kid. You don't like it here?

"It's too late. Maybe not till dinner next time. Give it up."

"Yes, no, it's not. Eat up."

Misunderstood (only) at the wrong two, and the boy soldier Morph hastily opened the store door.

"Oops......!

The customer who was just about to come out gained momentum and relaxed. Green hair swayed and the man who came out raised his face.

There's no voice for each other, and they look at each other's faces so seriously that they have holes.

The sound of a cough turned the man who left the store. A guest trying to get out after him makes the four people blocking the door look nasty.

"and... dare not, let's go in"

It was Agoni, the funeral parlor of the people of the lake, who spoke first.