It's all one flower.

The next holiday, Rourke and Klaus Traut traveled to the mainland of the Ather Republic.

The subject of this investigation is the Barbatum Federation Army.

Press personnel in the Federation bring with them a complete set of satellite mobile communications equipment and satellite cell phones to disseminate information immediately. It will be published on the official website of your newspaper or magazine, portal site, etc., within a week at the latest.

A few days ago, Rourke deposited a tablet with Klaus Traff and had it download the data from the report.

Barbadian reporters post SNS personal accounts such as Connecta during interviews that do not appear on paper. There were also reporters who broadcast the first report of the beast sighting on SNS.

We will also open up a little interaction with Barbatum soldiers and Artelians to the world via SNS.

In the profile, the real name and photo, the news agency to which they belong, etc., and even with the same SNS as Farquill, the operation method is in the opposite direction.

... don't you know how to expose your real name and face to the world or control your real name?

Rourke was stunned by the defenselessness of the Barbadian reporter.

Even on the mainland of the Arterial Republic, there are now many wizards and exterminators from Lanterna Island and surrounding countries.

From the distributed articles and SNS information, Farquille summarized in a list the hotel where each reporter stayed, the main coverage area, the attached platoon, and the presence or absence of local guides and escorts.

When it comes to reporters, it is easier to observe the platoon being interviewed.

This guy's a good guy, right?

What Klaus Traut showed us was a freelance journalist.

Coverage with the Barbatum Federation Army without escort or local guidance. This time, I signed an interview contract with a magazine company before leaving the country.

The note from Farquill says "management is inclined."

Today's Klaus tiger wears the work clothes of a beast exterminator with her hair braided in three and tightly tied together at the back of her head. The hair ornament is the usual blue rose.

Rourke also changed into work clothes at the base apartment, but there were no spells or marks. In the pocket, I packed Magic Crystal , Wound Potion and Concentrated Wound Potion , and put on Protective Gloves .

Undergarments have the effect of protecting them, sourced by hauler Fierka.

I put drinks and portable food, various poisons and Endless Bag , spare spells, etc. in a small rucksack and headed for the hotel where the reporter was staying.

The city of Album is located in the northwest of the capital, Rufus.

The number of Barbadians stationed is two hundred out of the three thousand sent.

Together with the Artel army, he was responsible for the demonic beast crusade, but even if he could defeat the earthen fish immediately after his appearance, he could not dispose of the carcasses, and invited newcomers to appear at the door of his cannibalism and carcasses.

Some of the freelance journalists who sell articles after the interviews started pulling them out early. Even reporters belonging to newspapers and other companies, those without escorts emit weak sounds with SNS and are encouraged by their readers.

There are few Hunanese speakers who are not Kirkuks who are fluent in the common language. There will be fewer Barbadians who are master of Hunanese.

When you hire locals, you'll need a Kirkuk guide, an interpreter, and an escort, at least two of them.

Klaus Torah threw the raw chicken at the root of the street tree.

The dirt rises and several earthen fish jump out of the ground. The [Arrow of Light] had a different aim, but it shot through the nucleus of existence and turned into ashes one after another.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The August sky is already bright, but the road in front of the hotel has few car streets and no people on foot. The sparrows stay on the tree with a voice of vigilance.

"Here we are."

Rourke whispered, and Klaus Torah circled the sidewalk tiles with an oily pen.

I used Light Arrows to shoot through the clay fish that was sticking to the raw meat. This time, it didn't turn into ash, and the body fell into the driveway.

Sewing the sound of sparrows, the sound of shutters echoing on the road in the morning.

Rourke turned to the crosswalk and picked up the earthen fish that had fallen into the driveway and threw it onto the sidewalk.

A man with a large camera falls at his feet, making him look like a reporter.

It's dangerous to walk out there.

When Rourke spoke in a common language, a man in his late twenties or early thirties had his eyes rounded.

"Do you understand the common language?"

"Oh, I knew it. He's from the Barbatum Federation."

"How did you know?"

"At this moment, there are no Artelians who go out at this time of day."

You guys are out walking, aren't you?

The Barbadian man turns to the two in working clothes with surprises, fears, and curiosities that surpass them.

"We're exterminators on Lanterna Island."

While saying so, throw the corpse of an earthen fish at the feet of the Gentiles.

Klaus Torah shot the earthen fish one after another with the [Arrow of Light] and picked up the raw meat of the chicken.

The roots of the street trees are quiet, and Rourke throws the last one and returns to the sidewalk.

Klaus Torah chanted [Furnace] and instantly turned the pile of dead bodies into extinguished charcoal.

"Um, um, is she, perhaps, a witch?"

Yeah.

Rourke answered briefly and took out the [Endless Bag] from the backpack and filled it with the charcoal of the demon beast. It's just a small fish about the size of an adult's ankle to knee.

Charcoal, which was an earthen fish, was swallowed up in a wipe bag the size of a palm.

"Eh, um, what's the capacity of that bag?"

"Is this it? It's a magic bag called an [endless bag]." The charcoal of the demon beast can be sold as a material for the spell, so I haven't contracted anything right now, but I came here to hunt. "

When Rourke answered until he was not asked, the Barbadians caught on.

“I'm Quaecito, a freelance journalist from the Barbatum Federation. If you don't mind, let me cover your story."

Rourke turned to Klaustra and repeated the reporter's suggestion in Hunanese.

Klaus Torah turns to Rourke looking at the reporter with a foul smell and answers in Hunanese.

“I'm asking what the reward is for.”

"The bank is still closed and I only have Barbados' cash."

Barter is fine.

Barter? I don't have anything.

Barbadian reporter Quaesitur scratched his head with a troubled face.