It's all one flower.

Handwritten in greasy magic on copy paper.

Pina and the other posters, entitled "FM Cravel Extraordinary Travel Broadcast," are as simple as writing the frequency and broadcast date and time.

Signs held on the national highway in the eastern part of Geatzint were also "in time" for just sticking a copy paper on the cardboard.

... the pinas worked hard to make it. If you hold the radio, you'll listen to me.

The broadcast starts at noon tomorrow, and I'll post a poster in the city today to let you know.

Juvenile soldier Morph held the pellet poster in his armpit with two cardboards to prevent it from wrinkling, joining hands with pharmacist (dull) Awellana.

"Well, we'll be back in the evening again"

"Regards"

Dropped off by the Jorches, the wizards cast a spell in unison.

"What is this place?

As soon as the voice of the spell stopped, the view in front of me changed.

It's a loose slope covered in dead grass. A small chunk of house all the way, beyond which I could see the shadows and mountains of the forest.

"The northwest gate of the city of Geatzint. This way."

The people of the lake walk down the slope, taking their hands off the morph.

At the end of his hastily chased eyes is a huge fence, a train to be sucked in there and a train to leave, a line of people walking in and out. At the end of the land the lake spreads and shines on the day it leaks from the clouds.

The shoreline of the Ristover Autonomous Region was blocked in a large factory, and Juvenile Soldier Morph had never seen Lake Lacus sparkle like this.

The pharmacist of the people of the lake goes down the hill more and more, putting aside the boy soldiers of the Kirkurs, who are blindly in love.

The pharmacist (dull) said to Morph, who ran and chased him, as I recall.

"Don't tell anyone in this city that I'm a pharmacist."

"Why?"

"In Cravel, you heard the soldier was looking for a medical surgeon, right? If they find out you're a pharmacist, they might take you to the army and force you to work."

"Oh?... Oh, will they use you like a Dossici mansion? Okay. Shut up."

If you ask me, Awellana has been hiding her badge in her clothes for days now. Morph, who thought that was only the capital, Cravel, squeezed his attention and knocked at the gate to avoid saying anything unnecessary.

At the gates of Geatzint, there were no examinations like the capital, Cravel.

… so the car is going to suffocate?

It looked like a shopping district around here, with more shops open than the capital.

There are crowds everywhere, and when people go on the road see a chill, they drop their shoulders and avoid walking in the driveway. Both the crowd (one or the other) and passers-by had much the same green hair as Awellana.

"That's an eight hundred shop. That's a fishmonger."

Awellana read me the sign.

There's a crowd, they all seem to be grocery stores. Both the customer and the clerk feel like killing each other, and several voices overlap and the anger flies. Apparently, they're negotiating a discount, but the air was tingling enough that it wasn't weird whenever it came to brawling.

I guess I'm not crossing the line at the critical point because if that happens, they'll never sell me again.

"There's a lot of people out there, but don't you have to let me stick it in some store?

"We need to go more east because this area is too far away to hear..."

"Oh well."

So, shouldn't we have let you in through the East Gate? Swallow the words where in danger.

Awellana didn't come here to put up a poster.

He brought me Morph while I searched for him.

Ne, the people of the lake, as she passes by the fishmonger, when she sees the clerk stretching out her back and raising her voice across the hedge, she drops her shoulders and walks away.

Is Geatzint originally a thriving fisherman, and there were plenty of fishmongers in the mall?

None of the people of the lake wear a thick coat like a boy soldier morph. I had a strong impression of green hair and everyone looked the same in Morph's eyes.

Awellana stopped her leg at a temple off the mall.

"You want me to stick it here?

"It's still a long way from here too...... will you wait a minute?

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, that's good, but what about this, it's not your gods'?

In the king's capital Lacrimaris, the temple of the goddess of the lake was taught that the flowers were a holy mark. The gateposts here, as well as the bulletin boards with lots of vacancies, are marked with trees.

"For once, the temple of the goddess is full, and I may be taking care of you at the Fraxinus"

"Oh, yeah, there's a trick to saying that."

... You rely on a guy who's a "Lake People" but not a Lake God.

The Kirkursian morph did not sincerely fall, but waited looking at the bulletin board mounted on the walls of the temple for the most part.

As always, it's difficult and I don't know what it says.

I remember in the Ristover Autonomous Region, neighbor Ne Amiela explaining to her neighbor aunts what it said on the sticker of the bureau. In Barack Street, there was a minority of people who could read and write letters properly.

If I could read the books and newspapers properly, I would feel like I could study for myself, but I've been so busy these days that I couldn't even read the picture books they bought me.

Morph opened the cardboard and put out only one poster written by the Pinas.

It was Pina and DJ Rafe who wrote the letters, and their sisters were painting small, flowers and trees around them. The Pina lettering is prettier than the adult rafe.

"Hello, may the leaf shade of Qin Peel (Tonerico) protect you from dryness"

"What? Ah... hello"

Unexpectedly, Morph was wolfed. Turning around, an aunt in the fit of a Fraxinus priest is nicoting.

"Boy, you want to stick that? To the great man of the temple first..."

"Paste it, not here, more east, just waiting for the twat, ssss"

"Really? Help with the broadcaster? That's great. FM Cravel is the Metropolitan Bureau, right? How could you be so far away?

The aunt of the priesthood had a gentle tone, but there was an atmosphere in which she would not be forgiven if she did not answer.

I took a chilling peek at the temple, but Awellana is still unlikely to return.

The people who come to see you greet your aunt and go into the temple, but her aunt still nicks and awaits Morph's answer.

Boy soldier Morph wondered if he could teach the clergy, but there was no Captain Solgnac here to ask for instructions. The sweat conveyed my back even though it was cold.

I desperately remember what the old lady on the radio was saying and somehow assemble the words.

The Metropolitan Bureau has been taken over by the PLA, and only FM Cravel is left.

"Right. The coup made a big deal out of it..."

My aunt whispered something like a prayer word.

"So, why are you here? The FM Cravels have been evacuated here?

"Evacuation...? The house had been caught in battle, but I came with my old man from the national broadcast, and he said he was going to broadcast it on a temporary basis... he said what Hodor's mission was."

"Oh... sorry to hear that... is there anything I can do to help?

My aunt shudders her voice in tears.

... help? It can't be this far, Dempa, and what am I supposed to do?

"I don't know, sss. He just asked me to put this on."

Mr. Morph, please wait.

"... then hurry"

Morph grabbed Ne's wrist as a returning pharmacist and left the temple early enough to put down the priest who still said something.

Let go of your hand far enough away.

"I'm sorry. You didn't want to wait in front of the temple."

"Oh, no, it's not like that, because he was Mendo when he asked me about this"

"It was. I'm sorry. When I go around three temporary homes, I'm going to [jump] and paste them, so you can do it."

For some reason he was concerned the other way around, and Morph, unable to say anything, re-pinched Pina's poster to the cardboard.