It's all one flower.

In the light of dusk, he ascended the slopes of Kublum Street and that day, at the end, went out to the square where he treated a large number of people with [healing winds].

It is a branch that leads to the Lacrimaris territory to the south and the city of Zakart to the west.

When you start the tablet terminal, there are two displays of the antenna.

The spelldoctor Septentorio was horrified and switched the screen with the painting taught by intelligence agent Razornik at his fingertips.

There are three messages that Lazolnik typed and put me in the item of the draft. I was curious as to what and where to send it, but the charge was spared.

Paint "Submit button" as taught.

One case immediately appeared with an indication of "transmission complete", but the second case did not proceed as "transmission in progress". I was sudden, but I couldn't do anything about it, and I couldn't help but watch my stomach ache.

The screen dimmed and the blood caught my attention.

... If the charge goes off on the way, won't it arrive at all? Or will the letter arrive in half the way you were there?

If this is the case, I should have been taught how to use it by Farkill while I was in Amitostigma, regret brings my neck.

The spelldoctor Septentorio pulled consciousness away from the fact that he could not help but mourn now, and raised his face off the screen.

In the corner of the square, there is a bunch of squatters wrapped in blankets.

One noticed and got up.

"Sensei!"

"Newspapers, you're safe"

"Yes, thanks to you. My wife scratched my blanket, my eating monkey, so this is the street."

A wife-like woman meets next to a newspaper store.

A man in cooking clothes, a woman with feathers on her coat from above the apron, and a boy about an elementary school student also stood up.

"My neighbor and I heard from the tailor that we had loaded up a lot in the car."

"In the square downstairs, we handed out ancient newspapers instead of cold clothes, confectioners, bakeries and dry goods shops a little bit to everyone who comes to Eat Mon, and they came up after the car was emptied"

"Still. I'm tired, and I was resting here. Everyone else is scared, so I went further and further."

Newspaper's wife turns a blind eye to the end of the street.

The figures visible from the gaps in the trees were much smaller.

A woman in an apron sighs.

"Because of the large number of people, handing out one candy ball or one dried fruit at a time wasn't enough at all. I didn't have time for your water."

"Water would be fine.... Ah, the... if you don't mind using magic"

The boy hid behind his parents as the spelldoctor Septentorio reluctantly said.

Newspapers laugh bitterly.

"Told you? This sensei is not a bad wizard. I've been a doctor at the Civil Hospital helping people who have been badly injured in the Autonomous Communities."

"I just heard a lot from the newspaper store. Even though you are a people of the lake, we Kirkurs are grateful for your help."

The confectioner manager frightens me.

"Never mind. In the days of the old kingdom, it was natural."

"The Old Kingdom Era......?

Newspaper's wife frowns.

"Yes. In the days of the Lacus Lacrimaris kingdom, as a military doctor, he was dispatched everywhere with the Warcraft extermination squad to treat the victims. The Kirkurs are all powerless people, so the damage is especially devastating..."

"Wait a minute! Old man, were you under magic treatment?

The confectioner manager interrupted.

"Yep. Some people treated them when they were unconscious and killed themselves after they recovered, but most of them were very receptive."

The adults looked complicated when the spelldoctor Septentorio spoke of bitter memories.

A boy listens with only his face out from behind his mother.

"Sensei, it was an army, so you can take out the Warcraft?

"Unfortunately, I am backwards supportive and cannot use the magic of taking out the Warcraft. … I know a little bit about magic that protects me from warcraft."

The boy's complexion changes dizzily to the spelldoctor's description.

"It's time for the sun to go down, and we'll hang [the simplified junction] here later. Anyone familiar with tablet devices before that…"

"Well, the district manager showed me just a little bit, but I don't even know how to use it."

When the newspaper man scratched his head and looked at the confectionery shop, the couple shook their necks vigorously beside each other.

When the curse doctor gave up and looked at the terminal, the newspaperman glanced at the screen surprised.

"Sensei, what are you sending me?

"This is the message Razornik prepared for me. They asked me to send it when I got to where the waves arrived, but the screen suddenly darkened..."

There is still an indication of "Submitting".

"Oh, man, I haven't touched him in a while, and he's going to save power, so it's not a malfunction."

"Was it"

I feel a little relieved, but I have trouble doing anything extra while sending, so I have to wait which way. The notebook-shaped case was closed and returned to the pocket of the white coat.

Reach out to the southern slope surrounding the square to pick up the twigs.

He remembered his journey with Sarotka and crawled up to the southern streets that remained buried in the dirt and sand to collect branches that were likely to become firewood (tagi). To some extent, drop it in the square.

The shadows of the trees illuminated by the sunset stretch long, and the miscellaneous demons thicken. Being drifting like a dirty mist passed avoiding the spelldoctor's surroundings.

Five people transfer firewood into the center of the square and form it into the form of a fire.

A dozen tired men and women came up to the square.

A round blanket is caught in the handle of a qualitative bag.

"Because the priest says it's better to stay at home because the church is full..."

"Edible grass, I came picking it. You can eat half as much as you want. Let me hit the fire."

"Ha ha. It's cold because of the increase in the number of people. Don't worry about it."

The newspaper man invites you.

The spelldoctor picked up three more bundles and handed them over, moving them out of sight.

Draw a circle on the ground of soil and light a fire with [furnace].

I was curious, and I saw the terminal. Soon the display has been switched to "Submit Complete". I almost lost my strength from my relieved knee, but I sent the rest of the case and lit (one) of the branches drained of water with [manicured water].

Immediately turn off the [furnace] and return to the square.

I handed the spark branches to the newspaper shop and jumped off a path that was a step taller because of the dirt and sand.

"Hih."

A woman who came later swallowed a scream. Realizing that the hood is off, the spelldoctor stands up in silence like time has stopped.

"This man is a citizen's hospital sensei. I'm not a bad wizard."

"Oh, oh, is that who the priest said"

Newspaper's description loosened the air in the area.

My white pockets trembled when my shoulder strength fell out. Get your hands on it as a ghost. The device is trembling all by itself.

... Farkill, your device used to work on your desk, too.

In addition to the "Send Complete" display, an "Incoming" display appeared on the screen.

When I followed it at my fearful fingertips, I switched to the screen of a new message.

Copy that. I'm leaving tomorrow morning at the same time as the door opens.

I'm going to the North Gate in Noge City, so come and get some relief supplies.

If you don't know where it is, ask the curse doctor to go. Because he would know.

My comrades rushed me to find out, but so far the government forces have made a move.

Looks like you cut off contact with the outside world by destroying the packing soldiers first.

Tomorrow morning, the construction ship will arrive at the port of Grjaj, so you may be called in at that time, but if the government forces move, it will be a triple battle and rejection and the damage will be enormous, so don't give the military any information from me.

You know, but when it's dangerous, you catch the curse doctor and the captain's root and jump.

I'll see you tomorrow for more stories, Noge.

The sender is Fiarlka, the haulier.

... that? Think of me as Razornik?

Apparently, what Lazolnik left in the church has is a spare terminal, and this one is what he always uses.

The spelldoctor Septentorio fell on his way, not knowing how to reply.