It's all one flower.

Old fisherman Abiase and pharmacist Awelana returned to the truck parked in the park lot before dinner.

I also helped Padre Rik and DJ Reef, who returned earlier, and I've just finished looking through the information collected in the temporary housing.

Reno and the others were relieved and began to prepare dinner.

... if it was a makeshift building in the South End, I thought there might be somebody who knows something about fishing associations and boat-related work.

The temporary residents are many land people without strength, and many people do not get a job in the first place. Even for a few workers, the content of the information was not much different from that of the staff of the fishing association.

The story of the fishermen's association was backed up, but it does not lead to progress.

Less than ten powerful pieces of information were clip-bound.

Tomorrow, information notes will be collected from other makeshift homes in the southern district, but this was unlikely to be expected.

After dinner, ask Aviase and Awelana to look at the clip-bound information.

All sources differ in terms of expression and density, but in terms of Arndau, there is a common denominator: “he joined the Liberation Army”, “he received combat training”, and “he went to other parts of the capital”.

The only person who mentioned the timing and the mission was the person with the neat letter Talpa.

There was not a single telling piece about Aviez's wife, Pruvia.

Nemolaris is originally home to many people of the lake. From there, it was equivalent to finding a fallen leaf marked somewhere in the forest (Nemus), such as searching for a specific individual without the current picture.

Even if you think you've found it, you can sneak through it and go somewhere.

... I heard that you evacuated to the Topoli base, but there's no guarantee that you'll stay in one place forever.

Razolnik classified the other pieces of information as "misidentification of Iris and Nauta", "old sightings without attempting to confirm", "obvious falsehood" and "misidentification of others". Joel Chi separated the old sightings by location and rearranged them chronologically.

The green-haired brother and sister (today) glances at you.

When it was classified and clipped together, there was a lot of sightings around the fishing association. Next up are the shopping districts of the east and south districts.

It was last winter, and it was predominantly before Fatol's death.

When the time was unknown, many of them added their gratitude to the information that they had "seen me helping to cook at the fishing association headquarters", "shared the fish with me", and "seen me wholesale at a fish shop somewhere there".

It looks like Nauta and the others were really talking about it.

Awellana, the pharmacist, rubbed her eyebrows. Old fisherman Abiase nodded without saying anything and gently stroked the note of gratitude with her fingers, along with the information.

Just because you've been kind to the evacuees in need doesn't mean you can forgive them for their behavior toward Captain Aviates.

... even though you can be gentle with other people in red... why are you so gentle with yourself?

Reno didn't understand.

Pruvia hijacked the ship from her husband, Captain Aviates. In addition, he sold the boat to his relatives, Herodius, and made a lot of money to go missing.

The idea of the Nemus Liberation Army that I heard on the radio was (ah) misleading.

In the capital, Clavelle, even if you wake up with a momentary enthusiasm, there is something to do besides rolling up all your possessions.

Fragmentary information suggests that Arndotle joined the Nemus Liberation Army vigilante from around last summer.

Nauta said he couldn't follow the hunt, but Arndau said he joined the Star Beacon countermeasure team. If Talpa's intel is correct, this will be tricky.

I don't know if I need to gather more information anymore.

At the suggestion of Razornik, it was decided to reschedule tomorrow and contact the informant in four pairs.

Old fishermen Abiase, Crujillo, and Captain Solniak, the pharmacist Awelana, Reno, and Razornik deliver their honorarium bread to the house of the powerful informant.

DJ Leaf, Paddle Rick, Joel Chi and Pina go to the respondents' room to give herbal tea.

The other task was to pack the vanilla tea for the gratuity into a chuck bag while answering the phone.

At first glance, the information that seemed to be useless was also classified by place and time, and when the distribution was made easier to understand, the trend of footsteps appeared blurred.

In addition, I got the feeling that the story of the Herodius family and the staff of the fishing association was true.

... not only do we need to gather information, but we can't use it unless we sort it out properly.

Awelana speaks to her informant as a family member, Razzolnik is an escort and recorder on a tablet, and Reno is carrying his luggage. If the informant is a Zerneau citizen, there is also a faint expectation that they may know each other.

After breakfast, she left the park lot, pushed through the playground, and entered the prefabricated grounds. Look at the Prefab number in the visiting order list, check the room number, and step into the aisle.

The people who walk down the aisle with the ground soil peeling off, hold the sachets of biscuits one by one in their hands. Apparently, that's all for breakfast today.

The first person I met was Tarpa, who gave me specific information.

Awelana stopped and took a deep breath and knocked on the intended room.

Talpa-san, good morning.

"Huh? Wait, wait a minute!"

The old man shouted inside, and the door slammed open into the room.

"Ah! Ta, Tarpa-san?"

"Agart Hospital... erm..."

"Um, uh, about looking for people, I'd like to ask you a little more about it."

"Huh? What? You both know each other? Do you want to change the place and talk slowly?"

Guided by Razornik, he returned to the mobile station's tracks.

Razornik affixes a [heat resistant symbol] to FM Cleveland's wagon and hangs a [soundproof].

Reno had Agoni, the funeral home, brew the tea and take it to the wagon. Arrange paper cups and mugs on a small folding desk and close the door.

The interior of the car was filled with a sweet smell, and the two seemingly familiar faces regained their calmness.