It's all one flower.

Old-fashioned shopping streets near universities had more shutters than at the time of previous surveys.

It's not because it's Sunday.

The grey shutter has a careless greeting to fold the shop, as well as swearing gossip about debt collection.

There were more monsters beneath the arcade where the sun did not set, either because there were fewer cleaners.There is no sticker on the shutter, but there is also a shop where a shriveled bouquet of flowers is served.

The glorious Light Sword lost its expression.

Walk away from Klaus Tra dressed as a high school girl fax and watch her walk in an unexpected way.

There are still many businesses that are essential to life, such as hachiya and butcher shops, dry goods shops, and restaurants for students.The pharmacy shutter had a map stating that the business had been downsized and moved to the hospital.

Only major supermarkets with strong logistics networks are lined up outside the store.

"The news always says it's a bad economy."

Klaus Tra murmured and the Light Sword stopped.The two of them pretend not to notice and proceed.

"That's right. The shopping mall didn't seem to have many broken shops, and the new bookstore was so crowded."

Roark dressed as Fax's cousin Garechalfki also looks around the shopping district with a look like he's never been here before.

The Light Sword caught up with the runner.

"Ah! Isn't that used bookstore still doing it?

You can see the shelf with the books stacked flat at the tip of Klaus Tra's finger.

The three ran away at the same time.

The neighborhood is surrounded by a gray shutter, and the books line up like lights.A platform slightly protruding out onto the streets of the shopping district is packed with one-coin library books and a low bookshelf with magazine back numbers on both sides.

The shop leaves a narrow passageway, and six shelves stand close to the ceiling.

"Do you have a dictionary or something?

"Let's split up and find it."

Klaus Tra and Roark put together a conversation and the Light Sword nodded reluctantly.

There are just three aisles.Roark was in the middle, Klaus Tra was to the right, and the Light Sword was to the left, scattered in search of textbooks, reference books, and books that could be used in place of them.

The central shelf is a specialization in architectural engineering on the right and aerodynamics on the left.

A scroll of parallax was pulled out and it was written in polite characters.It seems to have been used as a university textbook.

... after you came in.

The church study sessions focus on high school and university entrance examinations.Some churches hold meetings for elementary school students in the morning, but with a focus on reading, writing and calculation, even the prints distributed by the school can still be managed.

Two steps further, I saw a medical specialty filling the shelf quite deeply.

On the platform in front of the shelf, large autopsy books and photo albums of cases are arranged.A collection of photographs of doctors who collected poisonous insects and experimented on their own with the symptoms of stabbing and the healing process came to their attention.

The photo on the cover shows the left arm stabbed by a starving ghost bee and swollen like a log.Continuous photographs until healing are painful.

... this doctor is alive and well.... well, I guess I cured it myself.

The magic antidote made by the pharmacist Awelana will be detoxified immediately after taking it, without worrying about the sequelae.

However, it seems that scientific treatment will take up to three weeks for the pain to subside.Furthermore, it says that there is a lump like soybean on the stabbed part, and there is a risk of death from anaphylactic shock the next time it is stabbed.

... it's ridiculous to give up a life saved for faith.

Roark walked through the shelf of the medical book.

The following compartments are specialized books in molecular biology and paleontology.Even if there are so many books, there is not a single book related to magic.

In the back of the shop, the elderly man carries the shop number by himself.Behind the cashier is a shelf that reaches the ceiling, wrapped in a unique smell of used books that looks like dust and nostalgia.

There were no books for children such as picture books.Looks like Roark saw a line of textbooks sold by Luffs Light Medical University graduates.

Rendezvous with both of you in front of the register.

"Did you see that?In the middle was a medical book or something that I couldn't possibly use for examinations. "

"There was something like a language book on the right, but I just don't know what language it was.Other movies, cameras, hobbies. "

Klausztra shakes his head and looks at the Light Sword.

"All shelves with common language labels are bulky, others are models, home gardens, hobbyists."

The Light Sword reported in the same language as Klaus Tra.

"If you need a reference book for college exams, you should win a brand new bookstore."

I was shouted at unexpectedly and looked at the cash register as a giggle.

"Eh, ah, I'm sorry.I'm sorry to bother you. "

"I don't want to disturb you.Because the bureau turned textbooks from one end to another, I think it's pathetic that there aren't any textbooks in hand. "

That's right.

Roark agreed, fearfully.

"Hate, we're just dropping out of med school and outside college.The common language and Hunan that I take the exam are sold out and never arrived after the internet went out. "

"Huh? But there were architectural books...?

"Ah, it was a fellow chess guy who sent us all his inventory to fund a night escape."

He sighed at the shopkeeper, and the three nodded silently.

"I know you're in trouble right now, but if you're alive, you can handle it, so don't imitate it sooner."

The three of them nodded with a strange face and left the old bookstore behind.

"There was only one used bookstore in operation, and the rest were closed, closed, running away at night, and one in each family."

"Later, I researched other shopping streets, but I was told that books related to examinations and theology books for children for seminary examinations were all sold out. Conversely, I wanted to sell paper textbooks for elementary and junior high schools."

Roark and Klaus Tra speak lightly of the recession on the mainland of Artel.

Amiela, the needle, just heard it and felt sinking.