It's all one flower.

Ensign Razzutchik returned to the main street from a narrow street with a specialty magic meat restaurant.

After lunch hours, it's easy to walk because the restaurant sign is missing from the aisle.

“We've just been making money from Macodez, but I can read the signs.”

If you knew a good place, could you tell me?

The black-haired girl looked up at the big surplus when Rubell heard in Hunanese from a local beast exterminator.

What kind of shop? Something delicious?

"It's cheap and delicious. Also, if these people are staying on the island from tonight, maybe they should decide on the cheapest accommodation possible beforehand?"

"The cheapest place to stay is filled with people from the mainland." How much do they have for the inn? "

A dark-haired girl turns over her shoulder.

The former sergeant of the Barbatum Army smiled bitterly when he heard the common language translation of the spellhead.

"No unauthorized overnight guests on the boulders. Even now, it's a punishment."

The soldier, discovering that he was a powerful people, looked at his superior with relief.

The former sergeant gently pushed the shoulders of his stranded subordinates to walk.

I want to go back to Album City as soon as I get a piece of crystal work that tells me whether or not there is magic power, and then show him a little bit of the wizard's life, and buy some tips on how to shake myself.

Priests, what should we do?

As the freelance journalist listened, the priest of St. Album's church turned his disfigured face to his feet.

Taking off his priestly clothes and coming in plain clothes, he looks ten years older than just a few hours before the magic was discovered.

Born in the half-century of civil strife, it is said that he studied theology in his mid-fifties or early sixties after being alienated from the Republic of Lanista.

At this age, it is too much of a psychological burden to change the way of life by one hundred and eighty degrees in the face of one's own magic power in places where culture, lifestyle and everything is different.

We must abandon the priesthood and the profession, the Kirkuk faith, and all the way of life, and live with the power to use evil deeds.

"Let me think for a while..."

The old priest finally squeezed out his voice, trembling and swaying, to the hustle and bustle of the downtown Chernocnyjnik.

Freelance journalists speak up.

If only you were a priest, why don't you go back to the mainland tonight and stay at the same hotel as me?

The accommodation fee is low.

"Please tell me your common sense around here." Plus, you can cover the cost of your stay later. ”

"I can't decide how to shake myself today." You too, reporter. If you don't let the people you sent with know that you're missing, and the search party sends you out, the company will be in a lot of trouble. "

According to the former sergeant, the international correspondent at the headquarters of Starlight Newspaper Barbatum stood tall and stopped. Exhale heavily and shake your neck vertically, and you walk again.

Ah, this is a charmer, isn't it?

Ensign Razzutchik points to the sign. It is a design in which a small bird holds a pen.

The former sergeant turned to use a spell.

How do you use a spell?

"Most things, when you cast a spell on them, the cast magic energy is released and the spell is activated." It can be used by people without power, and if you are a wizard, you can add your own magic power and increase your power. "

"Do you remember the spell and chant it in a tense situation...?" The training period is not enough. "

The spells of attack and defense are rising in price.

"Rejected. Let's go to the tool shop."

The first sergeant made a quick decision.

Ensign Razzutchik leaves the spellbinding shop and walks up at the sign.

Oriole smiled bitterly.

If you want to return to the mainland by sunset, you should show them to the shop you know.

I don't buy much, so please don't expect a discount.

The spellmaker stepped forward and guided me.

While walking for only 20 minutes, I stopped by a magic clothing store, a magic medicine store, and a material store that I found passing by.

The freelance journalist shined his eyes and asked a series of questions, and the spell user explained briefly in common language. A part of this will be included in the video on a tablet device.

Thirty minutes from the Demon Meat Pavilion, I reached the tool shop behind the narrow aisle.

There is no shop name on the sign hanging on the door, only a wooden sculpture with Guo Gong (cuckoo) in the bird's nest.

The exterminator girl opened the door, but there was no one at the dark-colored counter. I can't find the product either. There was a shelf behind the counter that reached to the ceiling, but the brawl and door closed and I didn't know what was inside.

"I'm sorry."

"Yes. Wait a minute."

As the girl stepped out of the counter and called out, the man's voice responded.

From the back door emerged a black-haired middle-aged man wrapped in a muscular body in a lace and ruffled apron dress.

Oh, is it possible that you've kept me waiting so long?

"No, I've just come." It seems that she wants [Magic Crystal]. "

The curse-maker showed the former sergeant standing stupefied at the door with his palm.

"Oh, nice to meet you." I'm such a magical cute monkey shop in Kanzi, but I wonder what size [crystal] is needed? "

"Huh? Ah, ah, it's good to be able to determine whether or not there is magic power." I want the cheapest thing I can get. "

The former sergeant, listening to the common language translation, lowered his backpack in front of the counter and issued a pack of combat food (ration).

The store is small and full of five people.

"Oh, maybe you're from the Barbatum Federation? Is it okay to come here like this?"

A muscular woman shopkeeper worries when she sees a badge (patch) on the shoulder of her former sergeant.

Can't you sell to Kirkus?

“I don't mind, but if I come back later, I won't be able to accommodate it.”

"I don't have that, so I want you to sell it with peace of mind." Can you replace it with this one? "

Something is wrong with me.

Would you be willing to talk to me?

If you can do something with a magical tool.

The spell user had almost simultaneous interpretation.

"Hey, come here a minute."

The former sergeant had his men standing next to him when the magic power was discovered.