It's all one flower.

Broadcasting permission was also granted in the city of Derevina.

However, since all the public land, including the school yard, was filled with temporary housing, the broadcasting site is said to be a private land.

“With the approval of the Ministry of Finance, I was told that if we were to use private land, the city would not be particularly involved.”

"The health center told me that I can only sell groceries with my business license."

Joel Chi, a state-run broadcasting announcer, and Reno, the head of sales, said with a slap in the face.

Reno's home bakery permit was reissued at the Returnee Center.

The DJ leaf looked around.

Well, how about a place?

“I'll ask someone I know.”

Cruzillo's father raises his hand and tells us about his former business partner.

So, are you sure you want to do this?

Of course (of course).

After lunch, we set off in FM Crevelle's wagon car.

My father was driving, and the passenger seat was Amanah.Cruzillo, Medvage, Morph, Razornik in the back seat.Morph cares about the hammock and looks up again and again.Medvede said nothing but laughing and watching.

"It's helpful to have someone who knows the land."

I don't know anything other than the counterparty, so it's like I don't have one.

Razornik called out to him, and his father answered through the back mirror.

Take the National Highway in front of Derevina City Hall and turn north for less than a mile west.Soon thereafter, they entered a section lined with small town factories and large shops that looked like lumber yards.

The boy soldier Morph puts a stranglehold on the window.

”Shit! Is this all a home-made thing?”

It's a part of the house.

We arrived at a small town factory.

During the lumber loading operation, the conditions of the processing plant were well seen.Many people cast Gravity Block and Lightweight spells to unload logs from the truck.

Crujillo also worked in a factory, but since he was manufacturing acoustic equipment, things were completely different.There are more machines than I thought, but I didn't know what to do.

Park the wagon on the shoulder a little further away and wait for the work to slow down.

"Old man, do you have any lumber?"

"Hey, I need a dedicated truck for the long thing."

Hmmm.

Seeing that the loading work was finished, my father went alone and called out.

"Thank you for your time." My name is Orlan from the mobile station Praetor Misa. "

"Huh? Huh? Mr. Orlan?" What are you doing now? "

An elderly lake folk in spell-covered work clothes turns around with their green eyes round.

Crevelle is helping me with a mobile station.

"Do you have time now?" Can you tell me more? "

"If you don't mind." Then, would you mind letting your sons join us? "

"Son? Oh, it's just like that!"Hahaha, okay, okay. "

The woody scent passed through the carpentry shop and was guided to the back office and reception room.

"Since the coup in Crevelle, you've been unable to get in touch with this company."I was wondering what happened, and I finally received a notice of relocation last month, but if I look closely, it's a postmark from more than half a year ago. "

"Is there a postal service... I can't get through from here, right?"

The president said quickly, and my father nodded with a troubled face.

The clerk brought in additional pipe chairs and calmed down each of them.

My father puts vanilla tea and the cookies that Reno and the others baked yesterday on the waiting desk.

"This is a small amount, but I hope it matches your mouth."

"Thank you very much for your help."Hey, guys, let's take a break! I can make tea! "

The green-haired workers gathered in the mug as the president looked into the bag and called out aloud.The president takes out a large plate from the nearby shelf and opens the cookie immediately.

One of the workers arranged the tea cups out of the shelf in front of the Cruiros.The president puts out an [endless bottle] from the same shelf and brews herbal tea with [water control].

The cool scent relieved the tension.

"One for each of us."

According to the president, the workers thanked him and went back to the carpentry shop when they took the cookies.

"Thank you. I've seen sweets for a long time."Do broadcasters make that kind of money? "

No, when I broadcast it in the countryside, I received flour as a thank you.

Hee-hee.

"The bakery is together, so I baked the bread and put it out for sale.There are a lot of imported products from the Lake District around Lyabina, and we received sugar and other replacements, and now we also sell baked goods. "

"Heehee... it's a good spin."Ah, here you are, everyone. "

There are only ten left on the plate.The president also recommends guests to pick one piece.

I introduced myself one word at a time and got one piece at a time.

"We're information gatherers."We collect consumer deals, government announcements, and private support information from shops around the city we broadcast. ”

I'll give it to Mr. Joelchi, Mr. Reefe, Mr. Padre Rick, and the person who was the vigilante's captain, and have them write a manuscript for you to read to Mr. Joelchi.

Clujillo and Razornik explained, and the president stepped onto the table.

"Joelchi-san, um?" State-owned broadcasting? "

“Yes, after the coup d 'état took over the broadcaster, Joelch and FM Crevelle's DJ Leaf formed the mobile broadcaster Praetor Misa.”

The president nodded and heard his father's explanation.

”After that, I couldn't hear you once, so I thought it was you, but you're safe.”

"Yes. I'm fine, he asked the government office about the broadcasting location, but they asked me to negotiate on private land."Have you noticed anything? ”

I've been covering things like not broadcasting, telling my fellow amitostigma players, having them put up a wall newspaper in a refugee camp, and having them use it as a material to make decisions about returning home.

Razzolnik added, and the president sank into the sofa and disappeared into a smile.

I still hire two people from the temporary establishment, and I'm full of them.

“Of course, hiring is voluntary, and now that we have economic sanctions in place, we can't proactively provide information to encourage people to return home.”

“Can you tell me more about economic sanctions, if you like?”

The president got up from the sofa.

“I'll tell you more on the air.”

When his father answered, the president contracted him to find a broadcasting location.