It's all one flower.

The stores that Padre Lik had found in operation were not made of magic drugs, but of leather. Inside, there are a variety of tanned skins, dye bottles dyed with spells and marks, and lots of threads sewn together to sew leather.

There were no other customers in the store full of the unique smell of tanned skin.

There are several empty steps on the shelves, and the stacks of cards waiting to arrive are put on the shelves. There is plenty of cowhide, pig leather, and sheepskin, but only deer leather is the actual product, and all types of beast leather are waiting for arrival.

Dye bottles can also be grown in fields such as beech and chinashi, and starch from extinct butterflies and sap from other living organisms such as Mizuchi tree, but there is an inventory of things that can be cultivated and cultivated in this world.

The only ones waiting to arrive were those that could not be cultivated and those from the demon beast.

... well, when it's closed, they're all from the Demon Beast or a shop that specializes in natural things.

“Welcome, customers, you don't look like you're here.”

An old man came out from the back of the store like an owner. With total gray hair, I don't know whether it is the people of the land or the people of the lake.

“Nice to meet you. We're from the mobile station Praetor Misa.”

What the hell is that?

When Padre Rik called himself, the old man looked at the three in turn, wiping his hands with a seasonal front cover.

"When the coup occurred in Crevelle, it was a mobile broadcasting station launched by the national broadcasting station and FM Crevelle aspirations. After the war, we are traveling around Nemoralis Island broadcasting regional information that is no longer covered by the existing press, international news, non-military music, etc.”

Those kids, too?

Ah, I'm a long-lived race.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Awellana, the pharmacist, said that the old shopkeeper struck her with a wide forehead with his palm.

“There are only two full-time broadcasters, but we amateurs also collaborate on stories and songs.”

"Heehee... you're broadcasting here?" What is the frequency? "

The old man nodded in his notebook as Padre Riquet checked FM Crevelle's frequency for event broadcasting.

“We've just arrived in the city and we haven't decided where to broadcast live, but if we can, we'll do it in about three locations in Derevina.”

Are you going to do it three times?

"Mobile broadcasters have a narrow range of radio transmission."

"Oh, so you want to change the location?" You're broadcasting it for free? Gas and electricity are expensive these days. "

“I read the advertisement for the store on the air, and I managed to sell it in the venue during the live broadcast.”

The old shopkeeper roared at Padorik's explanation.

"I don't have enough sales to advertise, but what are you going to sell?"

"What happened to the baked goods, the vines, etc., but this shop has so few sales?"

Is the national broadcaster still connected to the provisional government?

Asked a question, Padre Rik answers honestly, without moving at all.

"No, we are focusing on information that will not be provided by the temporary government in our own interviews."

"For example?"

The shopkeeper deposited himself at the counter and opened his notebook again.

The boy soldier Morph's face grew steeper and steeper.

Awerlana was reluctant, but now we need to be patient to learn more about this city.

“For example, we recently broadcast a detailed report on the arms embargo against the Republic of Nemoraris in the city of Machazina.”

The U.N. did it.

"Yes, sir."

The old shopkeeper ran his eyes to the shelf, sighed, and closed his notebook with a gaze on Padre Rick.

"All right. Let's talk... Grandma!" Give me five teas! "

The shopkeeper raised the board door at the end of the counter and invited three people from other places.

An old lady with green hair still lingers on the table with a familiar touch. The refreshing scent of herbal tea spread, and the wrinkles disappeared from Morph's eyebrows.

“Most of the stores in Machazina that specialize in commercial materials were open, but why is there so much closure in Derevina?”

Waiting for the old lady to sit down, Padre Rick asked the old shopkeeper.

Did you know that the city of Krubnika on Nenia Island was badly hit by an air raid?

“Yes, we were from Zerneau and we saw them on the way to evacuation. They dropped a bomb on the herb garden."

Awelana's voice trembled as she remembered the tragedy of the medical industrial city of Krubnika.

"That's right." First of all, I stopped buying from the Lesaroub Forest. Even if the vendor is safe, the access restrictions will be too much. "

At the same time, there was no supply of materials that could be harvested in the swamps of central Nenia Island.

With the Nemus Liberation Army coup, the broadcast revealing the identity of the artillery cannon, and the subsequent announcement of the Lacrimalis Kingdom Government, more and more people are limiting the possibility that the Retica Interim Government and the government forces created the cause of the war.

"Well, that's why more people are going to join the Liberation Army."

"Grandpa, aren't there more people who fought over payment and joined the Liberation Army than the cause of the war?"

"I was just about to say it."

"Ah, hi-hi."

The old lady shrugged her shoulders and sipped her tea.

"The temporary government purchased magic pills, weapons, armor and other materials and finished products, but it tends to delay the payment. Even if I urge you, now that we are at war, we must unanimously build our national defense, and it is very difficult for us to do so."

Were you stomped down?

Padre Rik asked with a dazed look, and the boy soldier Morph's eyes peeled.

"The Liberation Army also buys a lot of things, but it pays me well every month, so the provisional government can't give me the next one until the previous payment is over, so I started poking people around."

Huh? Is that okay?

The pharmacist (* giggle *) asked Awellana gigglingly.

Then, no matter how many times I asked, I lost my payment.

"It was a vicious circle that if I was late in payment and I refused, I would not be heard." Even though I have a life here. "

The old lady put down an empty tea set and blurred.