It's all one flower.

"Grandpa!" I've got the deer skin! "

I'm coming!

A voice came from the front of the store, and the old shopkeeper raised his hips.

The Awelana and the three of them will have time to spare.

A green-haired young man laughed loudly as he stepped out of the kitchen to the counter with a door pinched.

"Hello... Grandpa, did you have such a cute grandson?"

"It's the mobile broadcasters. I was interviewed."

"Mobile broadcaster?"

The young man holding the skin of the deer in its original shape had a strange face when he saw Awelana, a blonde padolik, and a small boy with brown hair that looked like a junior high school student.

The owner and his wife repeat the explanation given by Padorik to the old owner of the tannery. The green-haired young man nodded in disbelief.

"Unlike the marshes in Machazina, the breeding grounds and herbal gardens are in the woods." Going to take care of them, or going to collect them, is something that was originally light and life-threatening. Due to the decrease in guards, it's getting a little rough because of poor management. "

I still have the starch from the butterfly in stock, though.

An old shopkeeper chokes on a shelf lined with bottles.

It's hard everywhere, isn't it?

Padre Rik says pathetically, telling her again that she has no time.

In the northern countryside, I helped the vigilante exterminate the beast, but it was dangerous.

Even if the Boy Soldier Morphs' shooting skills were positive, it would not normally work with magic beasts, and even if Medveddy, who had some knowledge of swordsmanship, used a magic sword, his magic power would soon be exhausted and he became blunt (dull).

The Yakuza (Giggle) Aweirana's brother, Aviase, also fought with Flewater , but the demonic beast was unable to drown in the water, and she said that she could only defend the sniping morphs.

At that time, because the former military doctor's curse doctor Septentrio was with me, I felt relieved that I could do something if I didn't die at the worst.

The pharmacist Awelana is not confident that she can save her life from a near-death serious injury with her magic medicine and magic tricks.

Mobile broadcaster Praetor Misa can provide intelligence support, but it cannot provide support with actual combat.

When the old lady picked up the skin and spread it on the counter, the smell of raw beasts spread throughout the store. There is no scratch on the back or flank.

A young man stopped the three as they tried to leave the store.

"That's right. If you're around here, do you know any pharmacies?" It's better to just put it in the woods in the management hut.

A boy soldier, Morph, saw the medic Awelana.

... it looks like we don't have enough magic potion here either.

Awelana decided to definitely show the medallion of the school [Thinking Owl] school as proof of the pharmacist (giggle) hidden in her clothes.

Padre Rik answers with a troubled face.

"It's hard for the military to get medical personnel everywhere." Until a while ago, I took over the exchange and undertook to buy it in a foreign country, but now the nemoraris can't sell it because of the economic sanctions. ”

"Huh? What is that? Is that what the U.N. is doing now?"

A young man grabbed Padorlik's shoulders. The emblem of the [descending eagle (eagle)] school swayed with its chest. It seems that not all those who have the power to fight are conscripted.

"I will tell you more on the radio, but in response to the UN Security Council resolution, the Twenty Economic Powers Conference also decided to impose economic sanctions on the Republic of Nemorallis."

"Eh... eh?"

"If companies and individual stores trade in items subject to the arms embargo against Nemoraris, companies headquartered in these 20 countries will stop trading, so they will be monitored by their counterparties."

Three Derevina citizens see three mobile broadcasters without words. Apparently, I've never heard of it.

“In the Amitostigma Kingdom, we often need IDs to shop, and there are shops that the nemoraris don't sell to. There have been problems, such as the dismissal of the Nemolaris who took refuge with their relatives.”

"I thought the Amitostigma was on our side."

The old lady stopped her hand to examine the deer skin and bowed down.

“The King and the government are calling on us not to discriminate against the Nemolaris, and we are continuing to support the refugee camps.”

"Huh... is that so?"

Padre Rik said that the young man looked pale.

"However, private operators have a relationship with business partners, so it's quite

"It seems that places where there are no transactions with foreign countries will be sold." It's hard to find a place to say that. "

Awelana adds, as the young man turns to the floor, the old shopkeeper shakes his shoulders.

I dare you to imitate me!

Well then, do you have to do your best on your own?

A young magic warrior drops his shoulder.

Morph muttered.

If I had the ingredients, I could make them for you.

... hey... what are you talking about!

Awellana, the pharmacist (giggling), suddenly squinted. I want to come to the right side of the capital, Clavelle, and be excused again.

Three of the locals had a darker face.

"Boy, is there a pharmacist's attitude?" But there's a good pharmacist in the city, on paper and in the yo-yo. What's troubling me is the ingredients of the magic potion. "

Thank you for your concern.

An old shopkeeper says with a reluctant face, and an old woman smiles gently at Morph.

"Brother, you can fight, can't you?"

I'm a hunter.

Can't you just blow up a demon beast and get some herbs?

When the boy soldier asked Morph why he didn't do it, the young hunter looked at Padolik with a troubled face.

"I don't know anything about medicinal herbs, so I can't do it."

Well then, why don't you take him with you?

Morph tilts his head wondering why he didn't.

"The security company is good at escorting pharmacists and people who can properly understand medicinal plants, but I'm doing my best to protect myself and fight... I need special training to fight while protecting people who can't fight. Do you understand?"

The boy soldier, Morph, had his lips tied with a hasty face and was lying on his back.

If there was someone who could protect an expert person, I would be able to focus on hunting demon beasts and collecting medicinal herbs, but they were taken by the army.

If Morph had done what he said, he would have done it already.

The pharmacist Awelana was sorry when she remembered the holiday sticker.