It's all one flower.

The unconscious and powerful people born in the Republic of Artel, after discovering their magical powers, mostly cross the South Vietnam Bridge by bus.

Recently, however, there has been a sharp increase in emigration to Lanterna Island. Security was deteriorating due to the theft of a single person.

Some of them are not confined to Lanterna Island, but flow out to the realm of the Lacrimalis kingdom at the hands of the haulers Fiarca and others.

Rourke learned about the informal meeting in Fierca's report and began to speak out.

The unconscious and powerful folk crossed to Lanterna Island in exile, and many became homeless. Suddenly, I lived by eating leftovers and bread ears that the bakery separated from general garbage.

In early August, the summer sun roasted mercilessly on the earth.

When you descend into the downtown Chernocnyjnik, you'll be protected by a variety of tricks, which will keep you cool and safe. However, many of those who were infiltrated by the teachings of Kirkukulism that "sorcery is an evil work" stay in the fiercely hot city of Kardavstvor.

There are countless magic objects in the city on the ground, such as [Amulet] stones, but it seems that the place where the sun and the stars can be seen is more calm.

“I have a little job to do, but how about it?”

Rourke called out to the man who was squatting under the street tree, pretending not to notice the smell of sweat and sebum.

The face covered in brittle hair is stained with dirt, and the dry sweat draws white streaks.

His eyelids rose and he looked up at Roark with only his eyes moving. In the thin and dirty skin, the white of the congested eyeball burned out.

Outside the barrier, I'm picking medicinal herbs and tea herbs.

The magician's job was to take a break from the shift.

In the morning, Fierca asked me to clear up the case, and now it's 2: 00 p.m. It's a tough time for people without power to operate outdoors, but the activity of monsters and beasts is dull, and demons disappear under strong sunlight.

The man's expression did not move. But my lips moved.

What's the reward?

Depending on the ingredients you pick, I'll serve you a drink on the road.

"Why... is it me?"

Because it's not good as it is.

The man looks up at Rourke silently. Miscellaneous demons seep out of the shadows of dirty clothes and disappear. It was this man's magic power that activated the Talisman of the paving stone surrounding the street tree.

"If you go out in this fucking hot weather, you're gonna die."

“Give him a drink so he doesn't have to.”

Is it free?

"It's business mediation." I'm only calling out to people who seem to have a crush on me. "

How many times have you had similar conversations? It was a hassle to check.

The homeless mainlander, not just this man, is under the watchful eye of the vigilante. When I died, I immediately turned my body into ashes and prevented monsters and beasts from forming, but it would be troublesome if I was to be exterminated in the city at night.

Anyone who does something bad, such as stealing, will be eliminated immediately.

Others were subtly defended by both above-ground and below-ground shops and vigilantes.

"There are fewer monsters and it's safer when the sun is shining hard." I hope we can take care of the heat. "

"No measures, nothing."

A man wears a spring coat from his head to prevent a tree fallowing. Wrapped around his waist, the Y-shirt underneath the loose tie smells terrible with sweat.

"Today, when you go around the shadow of the barrier alone, if you go early in the morning, you'll be able to manage." Also, if you want to make your own hat like this,

The man stood up with his hand on the trunk of the street tree.

The smell pierces my nose. Rourke saw that he was going to vomit and headed for the east gate of the barrier.

“Where are you going?”

"Outside."

Outside? Is there a demonic beast?

Your voice is getting a little distant. Rourke proceeded without a problem.

The stench of the wind follows me.

After leaving the east gate of the barrier, there were many people hanging fishing lines in the abandoned port, which was more damaged than the west gate.

“What are you doing? Are they them?"

Nearly everyone from the mainland reacts the same way. Rourke walked north along the barrier, giving this man repeated explanations and cautions.

On the east side of the busway, people move in a little bush.

"What are they doing out there?"

“Same as you. I decided to abandon my Kirkuk faith and live as a wizard, so I used Amulet magic to protect myself while taking medicinal herbs and selling them to live.”

"Faith... throwing away the teachings..."

They were excluded from the Artelian society as "the wretched" based on the doctrine of Kirkuk. Still, Roark can't understand the feelings of those who cling to the faith.

I took out a bottle of plastic bottle from my shoulder bag and stopped.

“This is a promise drink.”

It is an orzo that is cooked thickly and with a little salt.

Thank you.

The man rushed over to take it. Open it and moisten your throat.

Rourke himself wears a hat with a [heat resistant] ribbon wrapped around the vine (vine) crocheted by Medved, and [Magic Crystal] on it. Until the magic is exhausted, this heat won't hurt.

Thirty minutes later, as I moved along the bulwark, I found a medicinal herb that could be used as a wound medicine.

Give two plastic bags with identification tips and a description of the insect cotton. The man followed Rourke's instructions and silently picked herbs and cotton bugs. Occasionally, I don't open my mouth except for the orzo.

Rourke picks grasses from a distance.

The breeze across Lake Lacus is cool, and if you don't get out of the shadows of the barrier, the cobblestone shimmer is easier than in the city.

Little by little, I went north, and in about an hour the bags of herbs filled up.

"It's time to go home." If it's late, the demonic beast will emerge. "

I see.

The man stood up, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand.

Rourke takes the cloth bag out of his bag and hands it to him. I got a bonus at a grocery store in the downtown Chernocnyjnik, but the sisters at the bakery made it and Farquill went to sell it.

Even after hours of hard work, I was reminded that a mere cloth bag without any magic is almost worthless here.

A man puts an empty plastic bottle and medicinal herbs in a cloth bag.

Well, let's go and sell it.

Rourke walked out, handing him another orzo and instructions on how to work the vines.

He talks about the magic of the [Manipulation of Water] and the bathing and washing of wizards. The man did not reply, but Rourke kept talking until he reached the barrier gate.

"Hey, don't go into the city with your dirty cuckoo!"

One of the gatekeepers stopped Roark's group, and the other washed the whole thing with Powered Water .

"Passed."

"I don't need your thanks. Go now."

"Passed...?"

The washed man listens with a dazed face.

Rourke grabbed the man's wrist and rushed ahead.

"Ever since you've been in this city, you've been seen making money by legitimate means instead of thieves and bad cops." To the vigilante. "

"Were you under surveillance?"

Without turning back to the stunned whisper, he squeezed his strength into his hand holding his wrist.

"I was watched." Don't let the monsters take you in. "

The man, who had fallen dirt for several months, silently followed Rourke down the stairs.

"Today, we have a living edge in this city." That's what passing is all about. "

Roark introduced a man from the mainland to a familiar material store.