It's all one flower.

Mr. President, do you want me to give you all this?

Medvedge's old man crooks his lips.

Razornik, the spy's brother, waved one hand in front of his face.

I'll leave the combination to you, so I want seven types from this list.

"Seven kinds of magic drugs... wound medicine, antipyretics, cough suppressants, anti-insect poisoning... a regular medicine for home use."

Nee-chan, the pharmacist (giggle), peeked at Pina's list from the side and murmured.

"Amateurs can't use poison or spells that need to be activated, and they won't know if they're grabbed by a fake."

”Ahh... that's what I'm talking about?”

According to Razornik, the intelligence officer's brother, the pharmacist Nee-chan had a sinister face.

"The flour is about one-third of what you received in the formerly directly administered territory." Ninety liters of olive oil? Do you know the five cans for business? "

"Ahh... I forgot to ask about your unit, but if you have all the units, you can sell them to the store over there or sell them to me personally."

When Pina's brother heard, Razornik said lightly.

The list also includes sugar and canned goods.

Amanah's father caught a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

The spells are all for battle, right?

"Since the price of charcoal for the beast has fallen, it's easy to win, but the sap of Mizuchiki has increased in demand and the price has risen."

The wizard operative Kruilo boils down.

Morph asked me what I noticed.

Even if the machine is broken, why?

"Even if you repair it, take out parts that can still be used, melt the metal and make something else, or break it, there are many uses." It's cheaper and more affordable to buy if it's broken, so it's a treasure pile, not a garbage pile for people with that type of technology. "

”Hee-hee... can you do that too?”

I can't fix it if it's a simple malfunction, but I don't have the tools or materials for it right now, and it's dangerous if I don't have the proper equipment to melt and process it.

Amana's brother is a wizard, but he graduated from high school and became a worker. Even with knowledge and technology, he says he can't do it in his current state. Science and technology seem to be weaker in adversity than sorcery that can be used on its own.

Pina's sister looks at DJ's brother and Razornik.

Did the president say which one he wanted the most?

No? It didn't seem like it was in any particular order.

Razornik answered, and the radio grandfather Joelch heard.

"Didn't you set a deadline for payment?"

“I haven't heard back from you yet, and I'll go back tomorrow and formally sign a sales contract to talk about the unit of the oil container, the priority of what I want, and the deadline for payment.”

All Razornik talked, and DJ's brother bent down with a dark face, and ended without saying a word.

The next morning, Razornik, the brother of DJ and the intelligence agent, and Amana's father jumped to FM Cleveland headquarters with the three of them.

The fisherman's grandfather and Captain Solniak, the radio's grandfather, go from the town hall to the closest makeshift dwelling to find people's stickers.

I will ask the Nemus Liberation Army directly after I see how things are going. Maybe Grandpa's son will help cook them in the west.

The three Pina bakers and Amanah continue to make hard bread to give to informants. Nee-chan, the pharmacist (giggle), in the attendant's room, processes the current material into magic medicine.

The rest of you think about how easy it would be to get all of them together.

”Wound medicine... for five hundred times?”

"It's hard to get all the ingredients together and do it downstairs."

The funeralist's old man, who held the list, peeled his green eyes, and the brother of the worker who helped the pharmacist Nee-chan in the mansion in Doshichi roared with a difficult face.

The magic potion is too burdensome for Awellana-san, so don't be afraid to ask for the leaf.

When the radio grandfather whispered, everyone shook their heads in silence.

In the Republic of Nemoraris, economic sanctions have made things difficult to obtain, even with money.

A wizard in the Lacrimalis Kingdom who has pilgrimage to the Holy Land of Fraxinus and his friends, [jump] and buy various things in barter. However, the [Unlimited Bag] was too thin to carry a lot at once. I also have a limited number of replacement products.

"Which one will help you the most?" After all, is it Ne-chan's medicine? "

Morph murmured, and the eyes of the adults gathered. Medvedge's old man sighs deliberately as he squeezes his shoulders.

"Baby boy, did you hear what Mr. Joelch just said?"

“I was listening. But you're the one who wants the president the most. Isn't that the most helpful?"

That makes sense, too.

Convinced by his radio grandfather, Morph was a little happy.

Medvedge's old man closed his eyes with his arms crossed.

The wizard operative Kruilo peeked into the hands of the funeral maid's old man.

A magic spell and magic medicine must be a replacement for shopping.

Why?

"Both of them are not tight, and the price has risen lately." More people are hunting beasts at Artel. "

Agent Kruilo, who answered Morph, went shopping everywhere. Familiar with the prices of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, the Kingdom of Amitostigma, the Republic of Artel and the island of Lanterna.

If you go with that sen, the oil will be both edible and magic medicine ingredients.

The old man from the funeral parlour said, and the operative nodded.

“I think it's made of metallic materials, except oil, flour, and sugar.”

Is the charcoal of the demonic beast for domestic consumption because it's broken in a foreign country?

"I know you want gasoline to get out of your throat, but you have to be qualified as a dangerous substance to sell it to the amitostigma bear, right?"

“Yes, even in Lacrimalis, the price of gas cans is rising, and it looks harsh.”

When Medvedge's old man asked, Operative Cruillo even replied.

“Lacrimalis originally had few cars, so it also imported small amounts of gasoline. So, if you go out to buy something from Nemoraris, or if the Fluxinus Order turns around and gives it to the Nemoraris under the pretext of" pilgrimage souvenirs, "the demand will go up and the general sales price will go up."

No, you're really stepping on it and kicking it.

The old man from the funeral home said with a half laugh and said: