It's all one flower.

2077. Expedited decision to hold

The final broadcast in the city of Derevina took place at the temple in the northern district.

This is the fifth time that the mobile broadcasting station Praetor Misa has broadcast publicly in the city, but dozens of people have heard everything up to the fourth time, mainly those related to companies.

Large companies and long-established representatives in the North District listened to the front row of guests.

The content of the broadcast is largely unrepresented.

Detailed report on the arms embargo imposed on the Republic of Nemorallis by United Nations Security Council resolutions and the economic sanctions imposed on it by the Council of Twenty Economic Powers. Recent developments regarding the nemoraris fleeing to refugee camps, the Kingdom of Amitostigma, etc. The reaction of Lacus lakeside countries to the demonic artillery war and economic sanctions. Local shopping streets and foreign shopping information.

The usual songs and national health gymnastics are enjoyed not only by those who hear them for the first time, but also by regular customers.

This time, the most caught up was the indirect support of the refugee camps through the donation of empty cans to the Patence Temple Congregation by the beverage manufacturer Amitostigma Kingdom Branch, which is headquartered in the Nippon Empire, taking advantage of the increased demand for metals and soaring demand in the eastern part of the Chinukarukuru Nochiu continent.

After the broadcast, Joel, the announcer who finished the speech, was surrounded. Questions fly from all directions.

The mobile broadcaster Praetor Misa's broadcast in the city of Derevina is the last of its kind today. Corporate people are desperate to ask questions in an attempt to extract information.

“Be quiet, mobile stations are still in the city for a few days.”

The guru's frequent voice calmed down the scene.

The temple's parking lot was roasted in the heat of early August, and Reno and the powerless people on land were sweaty. Cruzillo's father, Padre Rick, stepped off the loading platform with a clipboard, and Captain Solniak continued with a bunch of paper in his hand.

Joel Chi turns the microphone back on and says:

“You seem to have a lot of questions, so I'll give you a separate place to answer them.”

When and where do you do it?

How about a question?

I'd like to take it home and discuss it internally.

The group of green hair becomes noisy again.

A local clergyman whispered to Joel, and the announcer went to Mike in silence to the clergy.

"Please lend me the conference room of this temple the day after tomorrow." Tentative for today. Please submit the questionnaire to this mobile station by 10: 00 tomorrow morning. "

“How many people can attend?”

“One company or one store, please.”

Is there a reason why a tentative reservation should be canceled?

“If you don't submit the questionnaire by 10: 00 tomorrow morning, your reservation will be cancelled.”

Joelch even responds. I don't think it was decided quickly.

“What is the start time the day after tomorrow?”

"I'll open the meeting room at 9: 30 in the morning."

The guru answered, and Joelch added.

It starts at ten o'clock.

My father stood in front of the microphone and held the clipboard high.

"To make a reservation, please enter your company name or store name here." We will give you the form after you fill it out. ”

Captain Solniak shook a bunch of paper overhead.

Fifty locals are crammed up in questions. Medvage and the old fisherman Abiase began to organize their columns.

"Yes, yes, side by side."

It's not first come first serve, so please line up without pressing it.

Krujillo joined the ranks.

The people of the lake regain their composure and line up quietly.

"Please fill in the company name or store name and questions and bring them here by 10: 00 tomorrow morning"

Captain Solniak repeated it over and over as he handed over blank paper copies.

Reno and the people without strength evacuated to the loading platform with the [heat-resistant symbol] affixed, and the mobile broadcasting station gave up selling goods due to the heat, but the stalls of the local restaurants are busy.

The pharmacist (* giggle) Awellana is away, so I can't force her.

"Dad, I'll take your place."

Thank you.

Seeing that the line had calmed down, Kruilo switched reception with his father. The reception paper is a steep paper with a red ballpoint pen drawn on blank paper.

Old fisherman Aviase replaced the captain, and funeralist Agoni and DJ Leaf cleared the antenna and raised Medvage to a cool loading platform.

Jorch and the shrine guru of the North Temple talked to each other somewhere far away.

When I finally finished the queue, Cruillo, protected from the heat by the magic of his clothes, also felt strangely tired.

People snacking on the stalls then head to the temple. The company did not worship, and went straight to the [Jump] permit point on the side of the parking lot.

An official is called by a visitor and leaves the mobile station's truck.

Medvedge restored the side walls of the cargo hold, and Kruilo and the others outside rose to the hold. Announcer Joel Chi will work everyone (leeks).

“Good work, and thanks to you, we have successfully completed our live broadcast in the city of Derevina.”

Awelana-san will be returning from the summer capital tomorrow, right?

When Pinatifida heard, the pharmacist (giggle) Awelana's brother Aviase nodded.

I hear you're planning on doing that, but what's going on?

“I'm fine. Let's go, one day I'll think about it."

I'll stay here until Razornik gets back from the autonomous region.

Joelch answered.

Razornik went all the way to the Lisver Autonomous Region via the Republic of Zigopetalum. Pretending to be a freelance journalist with no power, he said he would cover the UN human rights mission, but Kruilo can't imagine how to deceive the magic force.

“It looks like it's coming to an end next week, but it depends on the situation on the ground.”

If the state of the Autonomous Region is good, there will be no reason for Artel to continue the war, right?

Amanah asked Joelch, but the adults clouded their faces.

"Ostensible reasons for the start of the war... Now that the identity of the magic cannon has been revealed simply by using it as a pretext for war, it will be difficult to bring it into the ceasefire simply by improving the human rights situation in the autonomous region."

"But it could be a trigger for a discussion." Let's continue our activities without giving up ".

Kruilo felt sorry for himself, who could only tell his crying sister that he was resting.