It's all one flower.

"You might get mad at me if I go to the store." Let's treat it outside. ”

Can I have a look at it?

Here you go.

A young man in working clothes took a seat from a girl who looked like a beast exterminator and took [Magic Crystal]. A Barbadian reporter grabbed the SLR camera and continued.

Lieutenant Razzutchik's entourage left the café on the ground floor of the business hotel. The handkerchief pressed against her thighs was stained with blood, and her summer cotton pants were red everywhere.

The three of them moved to the window where they could see well from this seat.

A young man sings a cursed song [Wind of Healing].

The girl who remained on the table put the food in her mouth one after another.

"On the roadside, I found and exterminated a group of earthen fish." Now that I've got the charcoal from the beast, I said it was okay, but I was devoured as a human and wanted to be the least thankful. "

"That big camera... is she a reporter too?"

Lieutenant Razuttik leaned his neck with his eyeballs grilled as Rubell showed him the notes he had written on his tablet. Rubel also puts bread in his mouth.

"I don't know. Just passing through." I haven't heard anything yet. "

The doorbell rings, and a Barbadian reporter scrolls the wonders of the [Wind of Healing] in a common language, spreading throughout the store.

The injured person seems to have completely healed, but his expression is dark. I bent down with my bloodstained handkerchief in my hand and returned to my seat.

"The smell of blood attracts demons and beasts." You should wash it quickly and incinerate the blood components. "

When Ensign Razzutchik spoke in common, the man dropped his handkerchief on the table.

"Coin laundry... oh, I need to get dressed and go back to the station."

"Where is the branch office?" You'll be attacked again on the way. Shall we wash it with magic? "

The man held his breath in response to Rubel's suggestion and nodded stiffly.

Rubell raised the glass of water placed in front of the middle-aged man with Powered Water . The injured person closed his eyelids tightly, clenched his fist on his lap, and did not move. The water moved like a living creature, removing the blood stains on my hair and washing my clothes.

The Ensign pulls out a plastic bag from his work clothes pocket and holds it with his mouth wide open. Rebel drains the water into a bag and picks up a blood-stained handkerchief with water to wash it.

The reporter next door will probably point to the tablet device because he is going to take a video.

I was curious, but I kept working silently.

"Burn it outside."

Roger

A reporter follows as Luvel picks up a plastic bag and takes his seat.

Can I take a tour?

"Huh? What?"

You use magic outside, right?

The reporter glanced sideways at the employees of the café and said "magic" in the form of a mouth only.

For a moment, Rubel looked at his superiors. The second lieutenant accepted with his face.

I'm just going to cook it in the [furnace] a little bit.

"Can I take a video?"

It's okay, but it's boring.

The two went out onto the sidewalk while saying.

Rubel draws a circle on a tile that is nothing with an oily pen, places a plastic bag containing dried blood components, and raises the [furnace]. The reporter shone his eyes like a boy and took a picture on the phone.

Without leaving any ashes behind, it quickly burns up and the magic fire goes out.

"Oh, thank you." The magic of the water was amazing! I took a photo without permission because I didn't think I was going to be disturbed, but if there seems to be a problem, I will delete it. "

The video clearly shows the face of the washed man.

I don't mind, but don't you need permission from the injured person as well?

Well, that's right.

When the two of them returned to their seats, the washed man hardened in the same position as before, and the dishes arranged were untouched.

When the reporter called, he finally opened his eyes and turned to us.

"I am a reporter in the international department of the headquarters of the Xingguang newspaper. I heard that you shouldn't call yourself a wizard in your area, so please forgive me for the name."

"Yeah, I just got taught to do that." I wanted to know before I left the country. Ah, I'm a freelance journalist. "

"Really? Please delete the video I showed you now"

Can I hang a mosaic on your face?

The Starlight newspaper reporter shook his head to the side.

“If the video spreads, the company will receive a parcel bomb.”

"Huh?... uhh... I see. I'm going to delete it."

The self-proclaimed freelance journalist made a sinister face, but manipulated the device in front of a Starlight newspaper reporter and deleted the video.

I was treated with magic earlier, I broadcast it live, but it was just a positive comment.

“Terrorists do not necessarily foresee the commission of crimes. Ning, it's overwhelming to make a statement after a crime.”

The reporter in his mid-forties said with a stiff expression.

... are the Star Marks (Shirubi) the same for Barbatum?

“You're free, you're hard to grasp, but I'm not.”

"On the contrary, I think that magic is not only evil (ah) shiki (ah), but also good magic to help people, so I'm talking about it." I sympathize with the company's policy that you are not free to write articles. ”

The four working clothes of the Rebel silently hold their breakfast in the subtle air.

A freelance journalist laid his hand on the meal and a newspaper reporter took a fork.

Ensign Razoutchik, who finished his meal earlier, introduces himself as an exterminator from the Republic of Makodes.

“We haven't signed anything yet today. Why don't you hire me as an escort for the rest of the day?"

"In fact, I've been attacked by a demon beast, and there's more guards there...!"

The newspaper reporter stared at the freelance journalist in a tremendous manner. He lowered his gaze to an empty plate and shook his voice.

I can't eat with a wizard like this right now, either.

A newspaper reporter from the Barbatum federal headquarters of the Starlight newspaper said, slowly exhaling and raising his face, looking into the second lieutenant's eyes.

"I can't pay for the escort." If the company finds out, I'll be fired. ”

"That's ridiculous. If I hadn't walked by, I'd have been eaten to the bone and gone missing."

Ensign Razoutchik's eyes peeled.

A freelance journalist twisted his face and said:

It seems that things are better than money, so why don't you buy something and give it to me?

“We're Makodes, so it's better to have groceries than cash from Artel or Barbatum.”

The second lieutenant nodded his head, but the newspaper reporter did not respond.

A freelance journalist stepped out of the table and said:

"If the demon beast eats you, you won't be able to cover anything." I'll pay for the escort. "

“What are your demands on me?”

The voice of the newspaper reporter is stiff.

The freelance journalist laughed in love.

"I don't want you to flirt with my desk."

"... Very well, it's not necessarily going to be published, and there's definitely not going to be an article about the magic of helping people, but if you don't mind."

A reporter from the Starlight newspaper responds with reproach.

A freelance journalist's deal to hire Rubel and the Ensign as newspaper reporters' escorts was struck.