It's all one flower.

By the time I finished writing, Neh's brother, the pharmacist (dull), had regained his energy.

"Boy, I'm sorry I kept you waiting. Let's get the rest out of here."

With the notebook wrapped around his jacket pocket, the fisherman's grandfather lifted his hips off the bench. Boy soldier Morph loosens his cheek, nods and follows.

Hardware stores, fishmongers, dryers, clothing stores, bookstores, fixers, eight hundred shops, haircuts… Hurry around the various shops and while Morph negotiated with the store owner, Grandpa wrote down the store's requests, prices, promotional complaints about the store that took on the paste in his notebook, etc.

Finished handing out and back to the park where he parked his truck with his back pressed into the sunset.

When I went up to the carrier at sunset, I was greeted by everyone's hospitable face.

My stomach rings at the delicious smell of soup.

"Sorry I'm late. I heard a hell of a story..."

"Brother, what's a hell of a story?

The pharmacist leans his neck anxiously as he notes too much of his brother's soup into the mug.

"Good luck"

"Oh, thank you."

Pina let me in for the morph. I just received it and the tiredness of walking around for the day blew up. Gently sit next to Captain Solgnac to avoid spilling a drop.

The fisherman's grandfather sat down next to the pharmacist (dull) and shook his neck beside him.

"It's not a good story. Later. Announcer, this"

Reach across the street and give the notebook to the old lady Jorch on the radio. The old man on the radio thanked me and rolled into pieces.

The hand stops and the complexion changes.

He ran his gaze quickly and wrapped his notebook around the inner pocket of his jacket without saying anything.

Says the funeral parlor old man when he sees the old man on the radio lay his hands on dinner.

"Then let's make it a good hanashi while eating meshi. Brother of the guard is on the verge of exorcising the beast."

Everyone's face brightened up all at once.

Pina's sister listens with a face full of expectations.

"When are you coming?

"It depends on the reply from the village guy. Brother, we're going back to the company, so we need proper money to get rid of it."

The funeral parlor old man began speaking in turn today that it was amitostigma and rachica. Everyone listens while eating soup with fish.

This morning, shortly after the opening of Yarbraka City, he [jumped] to the summer capital of Amitostigma.

The lake people's guard, Journitol, had set his mind within last night.

In response, the haulier Fiarlka was also concerned and asked his buddies to look into it, and he gave me a copy of the location and map of the security company's relocation.

We hurried to finish breakfast and the three of us jumped to the city of Rachka on Nemoralis Island.

First, hurry to the headquarters of the security company where Journitol works.

Moshi General Security Co. had rented a whole small building near Rachka City Hall.

"After all, I'm glad you checked it out"

Journitol responded vaguely to the smile of the haulier Fiarluca, looking up at the building with no sign or anything. There's just a piece of paper on the inside of the upstairs window with the company name on it. Near the city hall, though, it was a lonely painting, and there were few people behind the entrance alley.

"I used to do this all the time"

When Agoni was impressed, Fiarluca laughed in the back of her throat.

"Something with more comrades and a wider and finer information network. There's more to it than a web of spiders."

Journitle was prompted by the haulier to step in the old, new headquarters building with heavy feet.

There are no receptionists or guards.

Fiarlka proceeded down the hallway in an unmistakable foothold, knocking on the door along the way.

"Good morning. I was the one who called you earlier about the scaly spider in Yarbraka City. We've got your company's guard, Mr. Journitol."

There was an immediate response, and the three people of the lake were recruited into the office. For a moment, Journitle stretched his face, but obeyed honestly.

"The guard's brother replied to me this morning, and when did you call, haulier?

"It's a good morning. Nemoralis Island is hardly damaged by air raids, and Cravel and Rachka and Lyabina can be connected by a lake bottom cable to make international calls."

When the boy soldier Morph accidentally pinched his mouth, the funeral home Agoni responded comfortably.

Manager Leno nods as he puts a soup replacement in his little sister.

"Oh, so you created an extraordinary government in Rachka,"

"After the coup, the international call line was safe, even in the case of the bombing of a steel tower near the city of Rachka, right?

The old lady on the radio looks a little happy.

"Boy, don't break Hanashi's hip."

Medvege laughed bitterly, and Juvenile Soldier Morph sipped the soup on his side.

Three people from the lake who visited Moshi General Security Co. were put through a reception space that was only partitioned by a collision (contour).

A clerk retrieves Journitol's employee ID and Warcraft Removal Permit.

A man appeared to be in charge with the tea. One hand stops Journitle from trying to get up and greets the other two.

"Welcome to Moshi Integrated Security Corporation. I'm the Chief Executive Officer of the Extermination Project."

I don't even name it.

A dark-haired middle-aged man dressed in his back is not a magic warrior but a contractor for the [crossing swan] school. The flock flying swan badge (today) appears in a greasy tie.

"Mr. Journitol, first of all, you're safe and above all. What have you been up to the last year?

"I'm sorry to hear from you so late. At the time of the air raid, he and his pharmacist (dull) were picking up medication materials in the Resalub Forest. When I got back to the forest lab, a lot of people came and said that Kulbunika had been attacked by air..."

"So you were safe."

"Yes. It was spring when I realized that I was protecting and helping people who had fled, procuring food in the woods,"

It recalls a period of turmoil in winter, when the faces of young guards are distorted into agony.

Funeral home Agoni explained instead.

"I fled the city of Zerneau to the woods, but it was cool. The powerless people had a lot of guys coming running away in their cars, but the injured didn't work when they got to the lab. There were quite a few guys there, coming and coming... I don't know how many they buried."

The chief executive officer of the extermination project observed the [guiding white butterfly] school badge (today) shining in Agoni's chest and prayed to the Lord God Fraxinus in a low voice.

"Well, the guy with the breath was saved because he was also running away from Kulbunika... well, there was a lot going on"

When Agoni clouded the words, the slightly re-held journitle continued.

"There were only about a car radio source, and that was also less information around there, and it's confusing, and we split it between people who go through the Zakart tunnel and rely on relatives of Lacrimaris and people who go to Gardenia, where air raids were better then, and still, people without athe stayed, working with other security companies to protect them..."

"Me and the Civic Hospital curse doctors stayed until the end, but even in the spring, the people who were after the Zakart Tunnel came to Lesalube for a little while."

"A refugee camp was opened in Amitostigma, and someone I know led him. We pioneered the woods, so many people were attacked by warcraft."

"Only in the camp, I was allowed to exterminate it without a permit"

The general manager of the headquarters sometimes gavels and listens to the story of the women of the lake people who did not name anyone and the explanation of the guards who did not come in contact with one.

"I waited till spring and my family didn't come... so... after no one was in the woods to stay in the car, I went back to Kulbunika, but there was no home, no company, no trace..."

Journitle again clogged the words and leaned down.

Funeral home Agoni gazed into the manager's black eyes.

"The other day, when I visited a refugee camp, I ran into this brother once in a while."

"Wow... that's such a coincidence"

"Oh, I think I felt the edge of the water. Actually, I'm in Yarbraka right now, but I'm having trouble getting scaly spiders (urokogumos) out of my neighborhood village. I thought he must have led the goddess, so I asked my brother to get rid of him."

"Cheng Cheng, so you showed your face to the company"

The chief sees the guard crying by pushing his voice to death, his eyes are calm.

... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

For once, the explanation for the three of us is not a lie. Boy soldier Morph, curious if he didn't have to tell me, kept his mouth shut so he wouldn't break the hip of the story.