It's all one flower.

The store is built like a bar in a movie. There were some tall chairs in front of the counter. Behind it is not a bottle or glass of wine, but a bunch of paper or cloth, a bottle containing colorful powder, a bottle of liquid that does not appear to be liquor, and a pot of unknown contents are lined up in a narrow (and melted) place.

Inside the counter of a single plate is one middle-aged man wearing a leather apron. There was a woman in the chair who looked like a foreman.

We both have green hair and eyes. The people of the lake.

... Wizard.

Behind Farkill's chest, his heartbeat goes off.

I came to see the wizard, but when I had to face him, his head turned white.

Green eyes gaze at the boy of the land people. The woman looked like she was in her mid-twenties, but her calm eyes seemed even older.

"Well, there, sit down."

A middle-aged man called out to him, and Farkill nodded. Stretch out your back, sit back in the chair, and put your luggage on your knees.

Finally, I remembered what to do and pulled a small folded piece of paper out of my pocket.

I manage to spread it with my hands that can't stop a small tremor and show it to a man who looks like a manager.

At a glance, the manager pulled his jaw (chin) only (not). The eye shifts to the customer.

Green gaze crossed and the woman took the tablet terminal out of her pocket. Operate with familiar hands and point the screen towards Farkill.

There were the same diagrams drawn there as the paper that Farkill had.

"No way, I didn't expect these kids to come, okay?

The green-haired woman asked Farkill in the same tone as she told the toddler (little one).

This is a spell shop. If it's a magical civilized area, it's a common store.

Not only will we sell the curse of the finished product, but we will also sell the various types of paper, cloth, dye powder, and special liquids that dissolve it.

I could see the back from the gap in the open door, peering at the balance, small and large medicine spoons (yakuza), flasks, and beakers.

Farkil snorted as he handed the woman a piece of paper depicting an ultimatum.

A woman pushes.

Boy, I'm not just running away from home.

"I know."

Even myself, I was unexpectedly answered with a solid voice.

The hand removing the envelope from the bag has healed the tremor.

All the pennies my parents and grandparents gave me to Money and Farkill for saving as tuition. I stole a password managed by my mother and cancelled my bank account on the Internet. What I brought up was all the property in Farkill's name.

"I know it's my parents' money anyway, but if you trust people too much, you can't live long."

The manager received the envelope and saw the contents as chilling and said.

Graduate company employee, half a year's salary.

"For example, you don't think we might dump the boy in the lake and steal that money... or something?

"Same hassle, isn't it?"

When Farkill responded instantly, the people of the lake laughed face-to-face.

"I see. Must be."

"Should I even remember to doubt people a little longer?

"Believe it or not, I can't resist anything. Then, in the first place, it's best not to come here... and stay out of it."

When Farkill made it clear, the two of them went back to their true faces.

"Boy, are you sure you're ready for this?

"If you want to go home, go home now."

Change the tone and press just in case.

Farkil looked in turn at the manager and the woman, the two green eyes, and let each of them nod.

Green-haired wizards face each other in trouble.

"Right. There is a good deal to pay. Take this, too."

The manager explored the corner of the shelf and placed a pair of gloves on the counter.

Leather gloves with intricate writing on the back of the hand on the left and palm on the right.

"[Invisible Shield] on the left and [Exorcised (Now)] on the right. It's cheap, so if you hold the [crystal] and cast a spell, it can be used by kids."

"What? Is that okay?

Magic tools traded online are distractingly expensive.

The manager grinned and pressed the gloves.

"It's a change. Cross over there, you're the money here, you can have it if you want."

Farkill's core got hot in his body. Take it in horrible hands and say thank you.

"Thank you"

"Boy, do you know the spell?

Cochrye nodded, and Farkill let him take out [the crystal of magic]. In the crystal, the pale light flashes.

"Oh, I have that, too. Give me a loan."

The woman reached out and picked up the crystals. The light inside increases the glow.

The woman laughed in the back of her throat as Farkill glanced at her.

"Boy, you're really nice. Like right now, we need to keep our hands out of it."

"Excuse me."

"It's okay. I'll give it back to you as soon as I refill it."

"Ah...... thank you!

As Farkill bowed her head in momentum, the woman said in a stubborn voice.

"The manager will change the brokerage fee, give it away, so I had to give it away, too, right?

"Oh, yes, yes. When you're done, just go."

The manager grinned bitterly, imitating his hand like getting rid of the dog with a sissy.