It's all one flower.

"I'm also allergic to saying thank you, but if there's a vacancy on the carrier, could you please accept the broadcast equipment? I don't want it on the air anymore..."

Medvege compares the truck's carriage to the wagon car and says in a voice frightened by DJ Rafe.

"You didn't broadcast it anymore, did you, Mon?

"It will be abused in either hand, the government army or the PLA. I don't have a power car, so I can't use it if I keep holding it. So it would be better if they sold it to a scrap shop."

"If the generator moves, I guess it can be broadcast on this track as well"

When Medvege smiled bitterly, DJ Rafe looked at the carrier with an indescribable face. Captain Solniak is watching the two intercessions with a harsh face.

... After all, the captain is a jerk for broadcasting and not getting into trouble.

Juvenile soldier Morph kept his mouth free from adult stories.

"If I could do that, it'd be best."

"'Cause I'm gonna put you all at risk."

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, laid his eyes down.

... I think it would suck to sell it out and have legs. I'm gonna broadcast it on my own. Is that better?

When the story first came out, Captain Solniak also expressed concern. So in the end, it was supposed to be written on paper and distributed.

"Captain, what are you gonna do?

"If you put the equipment down, you can stretch your legs and sleep. … let's pick it up here"

"Captain?

The boy soldier Morph looked up surprised, but the captain did not mind Morph and gave instructions to Medvege.

"Let's put the equipment in the back room. If you can't get in, put something else on the edge and go there."

"Copy that!"

Medvege opened the door of the carrier completely and secured it.

Morph also follows the captain and pulls the stuff from the carriage over to the edge to make a passage.

By the end of the day, two of the broadcasters had also removed the fixtures on the equipment and taken it out of the wagon car.

It's all a complicated machine with black buttons, knobs and a messy cord insert. The morphs carry in equipment for five people who don't know what it is.

Jorch went up to the carrier with a bunch of cords, gazing at one point of the wall and solidifying.

... what? Do you even have a bug?

Boy soldier Morph traced the announcer's gaze and the cold sweat grew.

...... Yabeye!

I appeal with my eyes to the captain who came out of the attendant's office.

I noticed the crap between the two of them, and Captain Solgnac also looked ahead in sight. For a moment, I stretched myself out, but in a calm motion I take a bunch of cords from Jorch's hand. On the tip of the announcer of the national broadcast pointing fingers with his empty hand, there was a mark painted on the wall of the carrier.

"This... is our... national broadcast event relay car... right?

Did you find out?

The driver Medvege laughs lavishly.

Jorch looked at Captain Solgnac with a troubled face. Morph also takes a hard spit on what the captain will do to watch. DJ Rafe grabbed a plastic cage filled with microphones and other small items and peered at the carrier.

"I mean, I'm a haulier, but this truck isn't from the company, it's from the ruins of the broadcaster."

"Why...?

When Medvege, whose laughter subsided, said before the captain, the state-broadcast Jorch heard with a crying face.

"Well, that's because I burned it. The broadcasters ran away, they didn't have any kids, they had girls and kids, and they wanted monkeys that could carry large numbers of people to the top."

When Medvege explained openly, the captain also told the truth that he didn't seem to be in a hurdle.

"There's a bakery in there. On the road, they exchanged their possessions and magic for bread ingredients, and they sold bread, spreading grass, and so on to make money for transportation."

"The Seal of Bread is the Mon I got paid for my job"

Jorch turns a suspicious eye.

"What happened to the others?

"I can see you inside, or somehow you can come down on the way down, and all that's left is the funeral parlor and us. At the end of the day, we dropped off seven people in the capital before the coup."

As Juvenile Soldier Morph looked to the side, his eyes met with DJ Rafe. Let him snort, take the cage and lift it to the carrier.

"Captain, are you still coming in?

"Oh, I'm fine"

When the two resumed their work as if nothing had happened, the grumpy Jorch slipped through the captain's side and into the attendant's room.

"What happened to the original equipment and instruction manual?

"I took off the mon I could take off and left it at the broadcaster. But if we didn't, we wouldn't have gotten on."

Medvege replied, but Jorch is grumpy inside without even responding.

The captain goes to leave the cage and sees how it goes.

Medvege got off the carrier and slapped DJ Rafe on the shoulder.

"Don't look like that. If we find a place to settle down, we could use another branch, so I'm gonna be honest with you and give it back."

"Yes, no, if this was a mobile broadcast car, it could really be used..."

With a complex face, the rafe busily turns his gaze back and forth to Medvege and the back of the carrier.

... What, you haven't given up broadcasting yet?

Boy soldier Morph thought if the funeral parlor Agoni returned, he would lose touch with them.

Not only can the negotiations go well and tell foreign countries on the internet, but if the news compiled by Jorch is in the paper and you take it home, it can also be told in Nemoralis' country.

If you missed it, it would be more certain to distribute foreign newspapers somehow than to say on the radio for the rest of it.

"There it is! There was!

The announcer's voice played and the three eyes returned to the carrier.

The captain and Jorch jump off the carrier and spread a thin book. There was a small letter written by surprise next to the machine's painting, and the boy soldier Morph was unwilling to read just that.

Adults look at each other forehead and are obsessed with reading difficult books.

Juvenile soldier Morph got bored and went around picking herbs that would become vanilla and wound pills, divided into square meadows. If you sell it to a pharmacist in the city, you'll get some.