It's all one flower.

The basement is deeper than the ground. It's the entrance to the underground.

The air chills, but it's better for the lack of wind.

This underground area, according to information on the Internet, is being patrolled throughout the island of Lanterna, but is uncertain as to its authenticity.

The brick (brick) laid passage is dim and I don't know what's going on in the back. There are blurry lights everywhere. It's wide enough for two people to walk side by side, but it's narrow with shop signs lined up on both sides.

Farkill obliqued his body and headed backwards through the sparsely populated early morning aisle.

After a while, I went out on a triple fork. Check the shop signs and proceed to the left.

Some stores have shutters down, others are all filled with brick walls, and some are just doors.

All compartments in one store are the same size. The colours and materials of the walls vary from compartment to compartment. However, at the top end of every wall along the ceiling, the same text is repeatedly depicted.

Knowledge of witchcraft can tell at a glance. [Nest Hanging Suspension (Caquez)] The art of protecting school buildings is a sign of [exorcism] and [fire prevention] [fire resistance] [earthquake resistance].

This underground neighborhood is protected in many ways by the art of the [nesting hanging] school.

Even during half a century of civil unrest, they became fortifications to protect the islanders.

The island of Lanterna was originally inhabited by many people of the lake and is still inhabited by many Fluxinus wizards.

When the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic split into three countries, they rubbed it to the end of which country would possess it.

I didn't know how it happened online, but the island is now owned by the Republic of Artel.

Artel is a country of scientific civilization, which defines monotheistic Kirkulusism as national religion.

... or you rubbed it in religion and separated it.

It is a territorial division that alienates the racial makeup and beliefs of the inhabitants.

The island of Lanterna was isolated from the remaining powerful people in the Artel region and became the abomination of the Artel Republic (Imichi).

Those who do not follow forced migration are rumored to have been mercilessly killed, even by children, but the truth is unclear.

Farkill half-heartedly wonders if the wizard will be killed so easily.

The aisle floors are clean and unrivalled by the Ignikans City Platter, which houses Farkill's home.

Which would be better for the quality of the inhabitants in a basement full of miscellaneous demons or where the sun doesn't shine at all but you can't see a single thing that's obscene (injured).

The light lit on the ceiling of the aisle is not an electric light. Magic [lights].

According to online information, the effect lasts about half a day. Last night's [light] still lingers.

... magic, it's convenient.

Sometimes I check the directions I refrain from on the note paper and walk relying on the signs.

When the people who came to prepare for the opening showed up with potpourri, they disappeared behind doors and shutters.

It magically doesn't [jump] directly into the store because there is a [jump] exclusion junction. Otherwise, thieves can go in all they want.

This island...... common sense is fundamentally different in the land of magical civilization and the land of scientific civilization known to Farkill.

Farkill stopped his leg in front of one door.

The door is hung with a small wooden sign. There was no store name, and there was a watermark sculpture of dragon gallbladder (lindo) with brilliant craftsmanship.

... here.

Farkill had his heart bouncing and swallowed gokuli and saliva.

The fist I raised to knock shivers. Hands down, one deep breath. Let the wet air in the underground into your lungs and spit it out slowly.

The wooden doors were polished and reflected the stretched face of Farkill.

Twice reluctantly, knock on the door.

I counted a dozen in my heart, and now I slapped them slightly harder.

It's open.

The man's blurry voice responds.

Farkill put his strength into his stomach and put his hands on a handshake.