It's all one flower.

After noon, Roark finally left the bed.

Get dressed and pack. Transfer the contents of the piggy bank to your wallet. If you can't get in, go to the rucksack. A few changes of clothes, notebooks, writing fixtures, foldable knives and flashlights, batteries and small radios were also packed in the backpack.

In the wallet, add the amulet that my wizard friend gave me, as well as a small [crystal].

I weaved my coat from the top, which was thicker than usual, and wore gloves and mufflers as well.

Gently go down the stairs and go to the bathroom first. I took a peek in the kitchen, but nobody's here.

I killed my breath, cleared my ears, but it's quiet in the house.

Traces of Don Chan noise last night had been cleaned up beautifully. Must be my mother.

From the cupboard, three packs of emergency bread and five cans, water bottles, matches and candles were taken and packed in the backpack.

There are seven pairs of shoes on the front door that I don't know about. Will it be released from there, the air smelled burnt. Since then, it looks like there have been two more Star Road Prostitutes.

I have my father's shoes, but not my mother's and grandfather's.

Roark gently opened the door and left the house.

I won't take the keys.

Close the door so as not to make a noise and walk away without turning around.

Under martial law, there are few people on the street.

The flow of those few is also dominated by the movement to evacuate from the south to the north of the Nhefried Canal.

It's not the same as a full bus. Passengers are uniformly tired faces.

Roark crossed the bridge against the flow of people.

A police vehicle stopped at the bridge and a prosecutor called off a boy high school student carrying a backpack.

"It's dangerous from here on out. Return to Seljebro District."

"I'm picking up a relative's child."

"A relative?"

"They're evacuating to Iron and Steel Park, and they called us from a pay phone at the Civic Hospital. My father is in the hospital now, my grandfather is a yobo, and I'm the only man who can move..."

"Right. Then get back as soon as you can, before evening. Like."

"Thank you!

Roark thanked him and rushed out on a scale.

He deceived a police officer by letting him come out of his mouth, but not now.

I can't take it, I'm going to lie, I'm going to Steel Park.

At any rate, I had to tell the police about tonight's operation.

While running, think about where to say you heard it.

To be honest, should I say that I heard it at my home in the Seljevrou district? But wouldn't you sell your family off then?

Then should I decide what I heard in a private house somewhere in the Miech district?

There are several houses of believers that Roark also knows about. In time, we can have the prostitutes step into the scene to be prepared. But they will sell out the people of the Autonomous Communities who don't even know their faces.

... If we're going to stop the upcoming terrorist attacks, it's up to us to have one or more executioners tied up.

I decided to pretend to be pinched in my little ear on the way to evacuation.

There's no guarantee you'll believe me, but now I just have to bet on it.

Roark ran with all his might.

The baggage I carried is heavy. But without this, it's impossible to survive this. Compared to the burden of mind to be borne, it seemed the same without.

Many times in my heart, I work out the words I tell the cops.

I realized it was unnatural to say that I heard it on the way to evacuation.

... How can I put it, can you believe me?

By the time I got to the police station in front of Steel Park, I was totally breathing. This doesn't even have to be a sense of urgency in acting.

"Officer! Oh, my God!

"What's up?

A policeman standing beside a convoy looks surprised.

Martial law was now laid throughout the city of Zerneau, and the eastern part of the city was devastated at the hands of the terrorist "Star Road Prostitute", who had left the autonomous community of Listver. To put it hard, the whole thing is tough.

"Me! I live in Seljevro District... my friend, I went to see how things were going! Phone calls!

Conscious of the language different from my usual self, I curled (mah) into my mouth quickly with shortness of breath.

A policeman prompts you to continue with your eyes.

"I have friends with guns, and I have no idea if my friends have evacuated or been caught in the house, officer, is that something?

Its "friends" house is in the Miechi district, but the nearest police station is the Jerizo station.

"Calm down. It's not like your friend has been killed by a terrorist yet. I'm taking a police car now, so can you give me the address of that friend?

"Ju...... address? I've been there before, but I don't remember what street or anything in Ayestown, Miech District."

"So will you show me to that friend's house?

The policeman slaps Roark on the shoulder and wirelessly contacts him somewhere.

Roark took many deep breaths to try to get his disturbed breath in order, but against the cold air, it didn't go well.

... Well, when I say this, there's nothing about selling Belyoza.

"We'll have time for the police car to come, so have some water over there and stay calm."

Roark nodded (nagging) as he coughed and walked as he prepared his breath for those pointing at him.

Several evacuees draw water in a car wash tap in the corner of the parking lot.

Both the police station and the civil hospital were devastated, and at a glance I could see they would not do it for me.

Roark shuddered at the handiness of the brave army that invaded this place in just one day. Maybe he's already ready to move.

But where one Roark was in a hurry, it's not a wack to stop terrorism.

While waiting in order, I took the water bottle out of my backpack.

My hands tremble and I can hardly open the lid. The order came around within doing so.

Manage to open it and fill the body with water first. I try to close the inner lid but the tremor in my hands does not heal and the lid and body do not engage at all.

"Um... lid, shall we close it?

Did you look familiar, I was called from behind?

Turning around, there was the worrying face of the girl of the people of the lake.

"Oh, excuse me. Water, go ahead."

"I'll close it."

As Roark held the water bottle and gave way to the place, the girl reached out. I thought about it a little bit and decided to sweeten it.

"Please"

The girl received the water bottle and closed the inner lid without difficulty.

"Thank you. I just saw something scary, so..."

"Something scary? Demons?"

"Someone with a gun was with a friend in the Miech area. I don't know what happened to my friends, and I've already been hit by such a mess here... Celebro District... no, I think we should run farther and farther as possible"

"Yes. Thank you. I'll tell everyone."

When Roark said quickly in his still trembling voice, the Lake People girl smiled at the dripping.

Cops called him in, and Roark left the scene early enough.