Gear Drive

Letters to put away.

'> > > This country has not been intervened by the state in terms of the development of delivery as unnaturally. All the envelopes are sold for paperwork, but to use them for letters, they need to be substituted or the paper folded in handmade. Junior, is this a riddle?

"... mysterious letter, huh..."

"> > >" If the three of you come by, the wisdom of the literature (...) ". Do you understand that now?

"... n"

"---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kulukan, will the dead later, preside over wisdom? Enter your answer.

"> > >! Phew, phew... I don't know about that."

……

Kulukan: If the dead are going to be next, then you're not "indiscriminate."

"> > >!! Fuck, come on. Is it true that I am the Bodhisattva of wisdom? [M] It's the first time you've ever made a joke."

'This is an indication arising from information. I count for the "three." If you are a genre: you can add up the analytical power of Antti and my minute.

"> > > I don't think so. Crown, think with me. '

"The seal is cut..."

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No more.

I feel like I'm burning myself.

But I'm the kindest in the world.

Leave the sweet letter.

At times of need, cut the seal.

The answer is more obvious than watching the fire.

This letter, I think, is for me, idiot.

Risk Igos

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"When it's time, it's already here..."

An echo pull on my lap makes me speak to myself,

I look at it with a strange face.

"------I can analyze: I'm not good at applied thinking.

"> > > Your modesty is too much. Besides, I don't know if you're good at it, but if you have a heart. Out of the blue, you might be" indiscriminate, "right?

"- - - Kulukan. Suppose the literature is the next place in the Buddha: I once: must have stopped life activities. I feel a theoretical contradiction.

"> > > Hooray, you're alive. Lady, this way, please?

"Mm-hmm.

"Mr. Osiha, is this the only letter you have?

Yeah, and I got a response.

'I've analyzed the letter: including the constituents: it looks like it's just a letter. Kindness is proportional to sweetness: is that what it is?

"> > > an analogy between taste and emotion.

"The sweetest letter in the world."

"> > > sounds like a love letter"

Beard the envelope and look inside.

There's nothing in the envelope.

That's all the letters are for.

Fluffy, and the envelope closes.

─ ─ ─ ─ Not really... "

"> > >...! Junior?

"... the scent..."

Analyzing envelope…… complete. Detect sugars.

>>>

"... orange..."

my solitaire, that other Premioms,

I was asking like, "Huh?"

>>> ─ ─ ...... hey, ru. "This letter seems to me to be from me", huh... Ha, "chef gaze," that's a mistake!

Analyzing.

"Uh..."

"> > > junior, the letter is bluff. It's just a tip." Cut the seal "in the body does not mean" read the letter inside ". By analogy (...) I'm not (...) '

…… ─ ─ Uh... Um! Is it okay if I cut this envelope?

I threw my gaze around Mr. Osiha and Mr. Bear.

They crossed their eyes once and turned this way again,

silent and nodded at the same time.

When I look at the envelope again, it is handmade using paper.

The paste was sweet, and the adhesive surface could be cut off and strained immediately.

If you put the fold in your hand, it becomes a piece of paper.

"Definitely. It smells like orange."

The same applies to the results of this analysis.

"> > > Well... you two? Do you know" Caramel "?

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"> > > where the paper was painted with liquid all over the sugar, the ignition point should be lower. Before the paper burns, the area where the caramel has become discolored. I wrote this letter. It's a tea eye inside."

"... No way"

"> > > junior. Your parents are the Wizards of Fire. You've played this game before, haven't you?

"... I see. Soyuko."

From the gear of the gold glove, put out some small flames.

Broil the inside of the paper, which was an envelope, to avoid burning.

Clearly, the thickness of the sepia appeared.

Around.

"…" Magic Pharmacy Kitome Shop ""

'─ ─ ─ Search.

Appeared in front of me,

to several analytic cards,

There's a list of letters I've handed out so far.

It flows from the bottom up.

The flow of information stopped, two lines, glowing.

'─ ─ ─ To a past letter delivery record: two: hit.

"─ Mr. Bear, do you have the map you just used!

The bearded map includes:

Four cities, surrounding the king's capital.

The city on the right, or east, is the city of Hall El.

'I'll marker.

I generally point to the address Crown gave me.

"─ Here it is. In my handed out letters, I have two addresses:" Kitome Shop ". The address of the letter, both of which are here... are you there?

Looking up, I saw what was a broiled envelope,

Mr. Osiha held it with both hands and looked at it with a complicated face.

"> > >... No, it's an effective way. You don't think I'm being deceived like this... and you don't know it until you realize it's simpler than writing letters with magic... '

Sure, since I found out it was "broiled,"

When I look at the tip letter, I get a bitter laugh.

When the last "barca" puts this simple trick to the

I can say it's a very emotional cover-up.

If you do, you lose.

Was it the result of the '------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"> > >, I don't think" disparities "can instantly find the right destination from a delivery record of 70,000 cases."

"Mr. Osiha... Um, give me, cheer up, Mr. Osiha..."

Kuma,

on the shoulders of sheep who are shovon,

Pong, and put his hands down.