It's all one flower.

Boy soldier Morph's heart jumped up when he hit a light spot in the fourth wafer fish shop.

However, the fishmonger's aunt who taught me turned her eyes back to the book and caught a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

“I don't know about that. The battle had calmed down and the people who wanted to go somewhere else had to be helped, so I was suddenly cut off from the deal to go and support other districts. Even I was troubled that the fisherman who had been greedy since the wholesale stopped died because of the terrorism."

The clouds suddenly became suspicious, and Morph looked at the fisherman's grandfather.

Grandpa makes his face stronger and apologizes to the fishmonger's aunt.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused by my staff.

"I didn't tell you where I was going, so I don't know where I'm doing right now."

"I'm sorry to bother you so much." Thank you for letting me know. "

The fisherman's grandfather thanked him with a crying face and left the fourth wafer fish shop.

A noon siren sounds in a factory somewhere far away.

He pulled his tail long like a howl and disappeared into the burning summer sky.

Head north through a long shopping street to the east and west, and enter a small park.

There was a sandpit and a swing, but not a single child.

The fisherman's grandfather leaned down on the shaded couch, exhaling heavily and leaning down.

Morph served a water bottle containing vanilla tea from his carry-on bag and bread for lunch, and placed it next to his grandfather. The bread was baked this morning by Pina's brother after he had kneaded the vegetables and cheese.

Morph opened the lid of the water bottle, but it was completely wet and the fragrance was weak.

"Clue... don't forget it."

That's right.

The fisherman's grandfather raised his face and took out a pen and notebook from his jacket pocket. I noticed the water bottle and thanked Morph, but his smile was terribly weak.

Morph couldn't do anything anymore, so he took a bite of bread. The light saltiness and intense flavor of the cheese, the taste of vegetables and wheat are mixed together, and it should definitely be delicious, but it bites the clay workmanship with a feeling of being covered.

... until last spring, I wholesale fish at that wafer fresh fish store.

My grandfather's family was safe for at least a few months after he let the diaries escape.

I don't know where he is now, but if he goes to the harbor, he might know something.

If we stopped wholesaling at the fishmongers and started turning them over to makeshift houses, the Nemus Liberation might know something.

... what? Is that the guy with the bracelet of the Liberation Army?

Of course, there are too many people and I can't see them all, but I don't think I saw any of them.

The Nemolaris government fought to bring the entire capital, Crevelle, under the control of the Nemus Liberation Army, so there will be far more of them than there is anywhere else. General Unuk Elhaia, his grandfather, will be in the city.

Morph, not sure, later asked Captain Solniak and packed his lunch in his stomach.

When the fisherman's grandfather finished writing the story, he started eating bread.

Morph relaxes and looks out over the narrow road in front of the park.

In the middle of summer, at noon, there was no one to go out. The smell of food drifting from somewhere is light.

The underground town of Chernocnyjnik has a lot of mesh shops, and the smell of delicious food is mixed in the aisles from the time of construction, but this shopping district only smells a little of fish baking.

The faded "closed" stickers on the shutters were mostly mesh shops.

... I wonder why the mess hall is so closed.

Morph and the fisherman's grandfather walked back to the public hall parking lot.

Nee-chan, the pharmacist, hasn't gone to see any other markets or shopping districts yet.

It seems that Amanah's father has just returned. The funeral parlor's old man washed the whole thing with [manipulated water].

I found a fishmonger I know.

When the sweaty morphs said, everyone in the answering machine looked at us at once.

The fisherman's grandfather nodded with a dark face. Everyone looked at Morph with a complicated face.

Thunder somewhere in the distance.

I had a deal until last spring, but I went somewhere to help people in other districts.

What's the other district?

Pina gets off the truck bed and hears.

The wind mixed with the smell of damp soil.

Morph is a little sorry, but I'll answer honestly.

"I don't even know the aunt at the fishmonger's." Suddenly I got cut off from the deal, and I was angry that I was in trouble. "

"Huh...?"

Everyone looks troubled.

The sweet smell tickled my nose. It's a flower tea. The radio grandpa Joel Chi brewed a mug and brought it to the end of the luggage carrier. The fisherman's grandfather comes up to the loading platform and picks it up.

The funeralist's old man washed up Amanah's dad and sweated Morph.

Grandpa, who had settled down a bit with Zhenhua tea, read out the words written in his notebook.

“The marine radios company refused to let outsiders disclose customer information, but they told me that they knew that many fishing boats from Nenia Island, such as the Kwangfuku-3, operated in Claver's Bay and offshore a little bit.”

“When did that happen?”

Amanah's father, who had gone to his former dealmaker, said that the fisherman's grandfather heard immediately.

“Because of the large number, I was told that I didn't remember clearly until that time.”

Why don't you go to the harbor tomorrow?

Medvedge said, and the fisherman's grandfather nodded for some reason.

“Well, if you could just tell me how long the fishing rights and the monthly payments have been.”

At least, it looks like Clavelle's here.

The grandfather on the radio called out brightly, but his face was not clear.

The southern sky turned pitch black sometime, and the boundary between rain and sunshine was clear in the sky.

Shortly before dinner, the chemists (giggles) also returned.

Everyone heard the clue of Gwangfu-3 and thanked her with a shivering voice, but Nee-chan's face didn't float either.

Tomorrow, it was decided to move the car of the mobile broadcasting station to the southern district and listen to it at the port.