It's all one flower.

"Oh, you were still here?

Carrier Fiarlka came back before the end of the accusation video. Following the haulier of the people of the lake, the funeral parlor and the service pushing the wagon come into the private room of the luxurious tea salon.

Farkill doesn't even have a voice in his unexpected face. Stop the video and watch what happens.

Funeral home Agoni laughed uncontrollably and lowered her hips to her empty seat.

"Oh, you two, long time no see. You look better than anything."

"... why are you here?

The spelldoctor Septentorio manages to squeeze out the question.

Handily clean up the tabletop and pour tea into a tea bowl for five people lined up again. I left a teapot for the change and quietly left the room when I thanked her. It was an elegant operation, it didn't look like it was in a hurry at all, but it wasn't long.

Farkill turned his gaze back from the door closed without sound to the funeral parlor of the people of the lake.

"What about this lady?

"Sewing Artisan Apprentice in Listwar Autonomous Region...... I'm a junior to Mr. Amiela"

Introduced by the spelldoctor Septentorio, the funeral home Agoni looked at Sarotka with such worthy eyes. The needle girl shrinks.

"You can ask Sarotka, too."

"Right."

Nodding to the curse doctor, Agoni sipped a sip of tea.

"I left a letter for you from the haulier's sister."

"Sender, who do you think it is?

Fiarluca puts a thick large envelope on the tabletop and puts a pranky grin on the spelldoctor Septentorio and Farkill. As the curse doctor tilted his neck and Farkill shook his head (wearing it), Fiarlka turned off her grin and untied the envelope's mouth string in a boring manner.

"It's the captain. Cravel's Post-Coup Information"

"Huh?

Agoni says, waving a flickering hand at the two amazing people.

"The source isn't me or the captain, it's the announcer for the national broadcast."

"What do you mean?

Farkill listens unexpectedly. The other three eyes also gathered in Agoni.

"Talk to me for a long time, okay?

"I don't mind. You can't rush this, can you, Doctor?

Fiarlka will write to Congressman Laqueus and Amiela on the table. As the spelldoctor Septentorio nodded, the funeral parlor Agoni began the conversation with a few thoughts.

"I left the base after that. To find out what your grandmother's up to."

"Did you grab something? And what do you say with the captains...?

Waving to the curse doctor clamping on, the funeral parlor Agoni continued.

"Well, to put it in order...... first of all, I went to the city of Lanterna Island and the city of the mainland of Artel where I can get there by bus, the city I know of Nenia and the king's capital, and also to the refugee camp of Amitostigma by boat, then I crossed over to Nemoralis Island and met three of the star's way prostitutes in the city of Racica"

"What happened to the rest of you?

"Well, listen, Spelldoctor... the other seven are in the capital's Returning Refugee Center. My brothers and sisters were in the capital today."

They just told me not to break my hip about the story, but I couldn't help but listen to Farkill.

"Did Mr. Agoni not meet with everyone in the capital?

"I didn't know they were in the capital. Besides, I don't know where the center is.... And the kid. Well, I know what you care, but listen to me."

Furkill, who tried to overlap his questions, had no choice but to shut up and drink tea.

Funeral home Agoni coughed one up and turned to the haulier.

"In conclusion, hey, Grandma's activities are already going to the point where she can't stop even if she screws up herself. If you need me, I'll write it on paper and give it to you, too, okay?

"Right. I need a little more information right now, so can I ask you a favor? Do you know who that old lady is?

"He's a relative of the owner of the villa where the guerrillas are based on Lanterna Island."

"I'm a relative of Mr. Snegg I spoke to earlier, and his name is Mr. Silva."

As the spelldoctor said, Fiarlka nodded and ran her fingers to the terminal.

"Okay. I'll tell Mr. Snegg later and share the information with the people who started it."

"Oh, I'll say no first, but I'm a bad writer. Give me a break around there."

"When, where, who, what, and what happened. Just fill it up and you'll be fine."

A funeral parlor removes a cheap notebook with a good cover from his jacket pocket and places it in front of the haulier.

"If you don't mind on a note, it's on the books."

Fiarlka nodded paralytically.

"... for a long time, you've looked into it. Thank you for your cooperation. If you're not in a hurry, why don't you join us for lunch? Of course."

"There are raw vegetables that shine better than that. Pumpkins and stuff."

"I'll add another vegetable."

I stopped Agoni from reaching for the cup and saw Fiarluca.

"Are you sure?

"I'll be able to scrutinize the announcer's information later and offer you extra rewards."

Agoni scratched his head.

"That information... I think it's in the captain's letter, but I sold it to a newspaper in Amitostigma and handed out the newspaper from the day it was published in Nemoralis..."

"Radio's useless."

The haulier says it's rusty.

Not only Agoni, but the spelldoctor Septentorio was also breathtaking.

Fiarlka will show you, Farkil explains.

"We know it by listening directly to the radio."

"You went to Nemoralis Island?

The funeral parlor rounds his eyes.

"No, part of the national broadcast and civil release can also be received in Lacrimaris… all the headquarters in the capital are held up by the Nemus Liberation Army, and there is little (or no) news or information."

"Nemoralis Islander collaborators… That's what Sneg and the rest of the city outside the capital are saying."

Carrier Fiarluca said, the spelldoctor Septentorio took up the name of Snegg slightly.

Farkill doesn't know where and how piano player Sneigh, who lives in the city of Lyabina, is doing now. I decided not to see the spelldoctor's reaction and continue talking about gathering information.

"And not only Lacrimalis newspapers, but also Amitostigma's Hunan economy and foreign correspondents, where reporters pick up information from radio and islanders... erm..."

"In a city without the effects of a coup on Nemoralis Island, you know. That's why we all want the capital's primary information so badly that we can get our hands out of our throats."

Funeral home Agoni tends to shake his head.

"The boulders are covered in the capital. Are you done?"

"Right. There was a Lupo on the first day of his escape, and this information is invaluable. What happened to Mr. Announcer?

Agoni picks one baked treat and squeezes it in her hand.

"I'm at the rest stop on Ougari Old Road with the captains.... Can I take it home to the boy?

"I'll have it prepared separately, so eat it here. Could you take me there later?

"You hear it right from the announcer? Then, as we return..."

Fiarlka sat by hand as the funeral parlor floated and hung his hips, shaking his neck to the side.

"Because I need you today... well, until the Hunan economy prints up... four or five days... no, can you come back in three days?

Agoni laughs bitterly.

"Come on, don't ask the reporters, can we just decide?

"The freshness of information is life. Three days later, time is better in the morning as much as possible..."

The tabletop tablet terminal trembles and everyone's eyes gather in Fiarluca's hand. The haulier quickly ran his fingers to the terminal, nodding and raising his face.

"Spelldoctor, after lunch, Mr. Snegg will pick you up, will you come with me?

"Where are you going?

"Of course (of course), I can help you." Sorry I couldn't tell you where I was going the other day, "he said.... Oh, this co can wait here, or you can go sightseeing the city with the boy"

What do we do? Sarotka, told the story, stretches her spine and alternates with the curse doctor of the people of the lake and the hauler. I saw the curse doctor snort, and Farkill snorts as well.

Sarotka says she said something, but you can't find a good word for it, or you stare at the spelldoctor with a troubled face.

"We've come this far around the corner, so you should take a tour of what the heart of Fraxinus looks like."

Sarotka nodded at the calm voice of the spelldoctor and saw Farkill. There is plenty of anxiety left in the face pointed at.

... Well, I wouldn't trust you to be alone with me for the first time in a foreign unknown city, and I wouldn't like it to look like a date subtly.

Besides, this is almost the capital of the king of Lacrimalis, which cannot be said to be a magical civilization. For Kirkuls from the Listwer Autonomous Region, it is also equal to the enemy land. I can't tell you not to be anxious.

"Oh, um, then, if it's not an inconvenience, can I ask you a favor?

Furkill, who thought he would be turned down, was stuck with his intentions and delayed in responding.

Sarotka lays down her eyelashes.

"It's all right, then! I seem to have had a few days too, so I'm fine."

"Thank you. Best regards,"

As Sarotka bowed her head deeply, Fiarluca stood up.

"I'm going out now, but everybody's having dinner in the dining room. In the meantime, we'll have Mr. Agoni's reward."

The terminal clock is just before twelve o'clock.

So I finished the conversation and left the tea salon behind with my luggage.