It's all one flower.

Lieutenant Rubell and Razzutchik, the enforcer, led the Barbatum to Lantelna Island after exterminating the beasts in the city of Album, the Republic of Artel.

The one who discovered magic power in Oriole's trap and the one who offered to accompany him, even though he was a powerless people.

The former is a priest of St. Album Church, an international commissioner of the Starlight newspaper Barbatum Federation Headquarters, and a Barbatum Army soldier. The priest laid the clothes of the priests in the church and dressed them in plain clothes.

Immediately after the discovery of magic power, he had a violent reaction such as crying, but he regained calm with the aroma of Shenhua tea. However, when I moved to the west gate of Cardafstvor City with Jump , I was soaked with despair that I witnessed the end of the world, and I couldn't speak a word.

The latter is a Barbadian freelance journalist and a field commander with a ranking chapter for a former sergeant who leads a unit of soldiers whose magical powers have been discovered.

The two freelance journalists photograph abandoned ports and gates where fishermen hang their threads.

Not only the young man who was employed as an interpreter and escort by the freelance journalist and the girl who was an exterminator, but also the leader of the Nemolaris Shooting Corps who dressed as an exterminator, Oriole, followed.

The Rubells pretend to be Makodes exterminators who don't know anything.

... why are you following me?

I was worried that Oriole's purpose was unknown, but I couldn't help it. Rubel felt like he was bursting when he spoke and decided to pass in silence.

It seems that the exterminator girl and the young man who used the spell are from Lanterna Island.

When I pushed the combat food (ration) received from the former Sergeant into the [Infinite Bag] as an information fee, I entered the inside of the barrier surrounding the city of Kardavstvår without hesitation.

It's the same as the barrier earlier, but it's a very beautiful city, sculpted one by one into the cobblestone.

A freelance journalist spoke to a spellcaster in a common language. Hold the tablet device that launched the video shooting app in your hand.

The people walking on the ground in the city of Caldafstvår are, as far as they can see, powerful land people or people with bright green hair on the lake. They all wear magic clothes with various techniques such as dyeing, embroidery, and weaving.

"The embroidery is also elaborate, colorful and very beautiful. This is also in your work clothes, but is that a tradition?"

No, it's a defense technique.

When the young man who used the spells answered in the common language, the former sergeant caught on.

It's not in your work clothes.

"As I explained to another unit this morning, I am a spellcaster of the powerless people." You can't activate the effect even if you wear magic clothes. Magic power can be externally supplied by Crystal , etc., but it is dangerous because it is quickly used up. "

Cheng Cheng (I see). So, it's back support.

The six, dressed merely in cloth, are sweaty in the mid-August sunshine.

Ensign Razzutchik points to the stairs.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's going to be hot. Why don't you go down to the downtown area?"

"Well, I'd like to go to the Church of the Light."

The priest of St. Album said in Hunanese that it was about to disappear, and wiped the sweat from his cheeks with a handkerchief.

A young man who uses spells bothers to answer in a common language.

“There is only one bus service at 8 a.m. and 6 p.m. on weekdays.”

"Huh? This island is so rural?"

A freelance journalist looks around. It's a small regional city lined with low-tiled buildings.

"It's the effect of the war, it's the lack of fuel."

"Ahh..."

It's already before noon.

Oriole laughed with his nose and added to the description of the spell user.

"That's what the Star Markers said, but it's there for people who don't have the strength to be born on an island." There's a homeless guy at the front gate paying off and coming back here. "

"Nnnh..."

The priest stops his foot in a rhetorical fashion.

The bus stop is unoccupied.

Did you go down to the downtown area to avoid the heat, or did you go out of town to pick herbs? As far as Luber knew, there were only a few people who had memorized the spells and found their working mouths.

Ensign Razoutchik urges.

"Let's talk over lunch."

Every staircase to the underground streets is lined with wall, ceiling tiles, and passageways, each with a spell or mark, and the magic of passers-by keeps on activating various protective spells.

"Ah, it's cool! Do you have an air conditioner?"

No, this is also magic.

Freelance journalists gladly shoot videos and ask questions about the use of spells, but agents of the Starlight newspaper mechanically move their legs as they glance at a dot in the universe.

The underground streets of Chernocnyjnik are still filled with goods today, and passers-by can barely get past them.

The former sergeant and the freelance journalist looked at the product unusually and stopped at the store and asked questions in common language about the use of the spell, but the three people who discovered the magic power walked under their feet only.

The lunch is in good shape, and the smell of food drifting from many restaurants is mixed in to stimulate your hungry stomach.

Would you like to try some of your local favorite dishes?

Oriole squints her lips and shows a narrow passage with her thumb. It's too narrow for two adults to walk side by side, so I can't find a shelf. All of the signs are mounted above the head of the wall, making them more walkable than the main street.

... there was a passage like this.

Rubell, a demonic armored soldier, had been carrying with him for more than a year during his operational actions in the territory of Artel, teaming up with Lieutenant Razutchik, but he did not realize the existence of this passage.

Rubell couldn't afford to be a spy unless he was prepared to cover the entire geography of the subterranean city of Chernocnyjnik.

What kind of ghetto?

When the incoming sergeant asked in a light tone, the three men who had discovered the magic power had a nasty look on their faces.

A freelance journalist holds down his jacket pocket and asks.

"Isn't it expensive? I don't have much, and if it's a barter, it's just the groceries I bought from the supermarket."

I'll wholesale the product, so I'll make it my treat.

Huh? Is that okay?

A freelance journalist breaks his face and quickly follows.

When translated into Hunan by the magician, the two exterminator girls followed.

A newspaper reporter squeezes out a question.

“What kind of food is that?”

"I don't know what common language is."

O'Reilly turned around and said over her shoulder, moving back quickly.

As the superiors walk out, the soldiers speed up their steps in fear of being left behind, and the priests and newspaper reporters start to slacken.

The Ensign and Rubel followed them right behind them so they wouldn't get lost.