It's all one flower.

When Amiela and the others went to compartment 35 to defend the road, they ran into Safrol.

"Thank you so much for coming so far..."

"Thank you singers for coming all the way to the back of this forest."

Saflor, the administrator of the herbal garden, is living in a section near the middle of the entire refugee camp.

"Can I help you with your field work today?"

"I was just finishing my field work, or I came to sow blue flowers."

Saflor wiped his blonde forehead with sweat on the sleeves of his work clothes and turned to a clean smile.A young man from the lake people slaps his jacket in the chest pocket.

"The Patens Farmers' Association taught me the art of [tillage], so I could till it away from the trees I needed."

"I didn't think you could do that by combining it with [water control]."

A man with an embroidered spell mark turned over his shoulder and said.

Amiela the needle and Archione the black-haired singer asked Oratrix the master of the curse song.However, [singing\ 40422;\ 40431; (Misosazai)] school girls don't seem to understand the art of school.He turned his eyes to the refugees.

"We didn't know anything either."

The young man with green hair explained it to me.

In the school of farming, there is the technique of soil decomposition.

When I cast a spell with a wooden stick shorter than the magician's height in my hand and lay on the ground after spreading the magic around, the area of the stick multiplied by the length of the stick was cultivated at once.One at a time, you need to hold the stick back and cast a spell.

"I mean, the taller people are more attracted to farmers."

"Hahahaha. That's my sister."

When Archione said something convincing, there was a laugh from the sowing refugees.

A young man with green hair continues to cough up.

"And don't put the stick under your feet, even if you put it where you were aiming with [water control], it will be cultivated properly."

If there's a rock or something, I can't.

"The rock was cleaned up by a scholar who was wearing a woodpecker."

A dozen workers say to each other.Everyone has finished their work and has a clear smile.

"I let the soil float in [water handling] by eight people, and in the meantime, the rest of the water contained seeds and sowed widely and thinly, and covered the soil in the same way with all the key trees around here."

There is a large tree slightly behind the compartment, surrounded by a wooden fence, and it remains bumpy.

The fence carved spells and spells of Enchantment , but it was a bit restless.

When the surrounding trees are cut down, and the spirit of the tree, which cannot endure loneliness, grasps the passing human heart and draws it in, the called human cannot be stopped.

Whether a soul is taken or not involves various elements, such as the power of the spirits that reside in the tree of need, the compatibility of called humans and spirits, and the resistance of humans.

There is no absolute way to ensure the protection of all.

Still, the wooden fence has a certain effect as a barrier to returning to sanity due to the impact, as a visible boundary to distance from the tree as much as possible, as a time to be noticed and pulled apart by those around you before the impact does not advance.

This sowing was carried out not only to soothe the loneliness of the key trees, but also to soothe the hearts of the Franciscans distanced from Lake Racchus.

Saflor looked proudly back at the place where he had finished his work.

"In autumn, it will be a flower field with the Goddess's crest."

"Even in the fall, you can't go home from here."

It calms down like someone hit the water with a murmuring.

"Hey, that's not natural."

The frozen air was broken by Archione, a singer from the Republic of Artel.

Not only those who have finished sowing, but also vigilantes and other refugees working nearby, stop their hands and look sharply at the black-haired singer.

"It's been months since the war started and we've been here, so even if it's over now, there won't be many people who can go home today."

Alchione said without looking at a lot of cold stinging eyes.

"No, well, I know that."

"If you say it very clearly, do you think there's a tight one?"

The voice of soprano singer Oratrix often passes through as she sews her groans.

"As you can see on the stickers in the assembly hall, some cities, such as Sakariha, have already started returning home."

"A government engineering unit has finished rebuilding the barrier that was damaged by the air raid.Now they want people who can work on electricity, roads, infrastructure. "

Amiela repeated repeatedly and thoroughly remembered the explanations, and the refugees were distracted by their subtle faces.

Oratrix tells the story of the city's reconstruction.

"Yesterday's information suggests that the measles epidemic in Topoli has calmed down considerably and hospitalized fewer people."

"The Medical Association of Amitostigma gave me Zapat encephalitis and all sorts of injections, which is really helpful, and I appreciate it."

"Only measles is thin, and in the end, I didn't get it"

"The factory malfunction has been fixed, but there are epidemics everywhere in the world during the thin season, and the thin season is still going on."

The Oratrix's face seems to be painful.

"Well, then, the singers!Thank you for your continued support today! "

The vigilante commander of the thirty-fifth division cheerfully stopped talking, and the group of singers began to prepare a curse song.