It's all one flower.

Leno and Cruello mainly negotiate exchanges.

There were several people in Awellana who wanted cookies, too.

People who are attracted to the songs on the record and go down the street, gather in the square.

An old man narrows his eyes and listens to the song.

"I miss you."

"Do you miss it?"

When Cruillo asked unexpectedly, the old lady who came with him answered with a fluffy smile.

"Young people won't know, but it's a song from the Lacus Lacrimalis Republican era weather forecast. [Flying Swallow] Curse song, but it also had these lyrics on it."

"This is a business song that we made."

"Oh, my ladies made it. Wow."

When Elantis said cheerfully, the old lady grinned.

"The Weather Forecast Song Will Have Another Lyric"

"Oh, yeah. Can you sing?

In Cruillo's explanation, not only the old lady, but also the others, expressed interest.

"If you like, I'll write you some lyrics later and give them to you"

"Are you sure? Then I'll bring more from us."

Leno mentioned several replacements to the old ladies who sparkled her eyes.

The people who were gathering start talking about who's bringing what. Cruillo didn't pinch his mouth and watched what happened.

Eventually the consultation comes together and the fat man answers on his behalf.

"I can get you anything but fuel. Besides drugs and treats, the weather forecast lyrics, er... Six Regards"

"Thank you. Waiting for you."

Leno smiles and bows his head. The girls waved at them as they sang.

"Okay, I'll get you ready soon."

Cruillo also meets them and runs back to the carrier. Farkill, who was in the passenger seat, had also moved to the carrier at some point.

Get the record jacket out of the small room and ask everyone on the carrier for help.

"Don't end it right away with manpower. Me and Medvege...... you too?

When Captain Solniak urged, Farkil agreed with pleasure.

"Now, the morphs will continue to make fine works."

The captain summarily sentences the division of roles, and there is not one who disagrees with it.

Cruillo selects less printed objects from a bunch of misprints. Only the white part was cut and sized.

Using a notebook as a platform, the four men surround the record jacket and silently write it down.

Usually, Cruillo, who traded in cash, didn't expect it to be even a replacement for something like this. Write in as beautiful a letter as possible.

The four of us bundled a few copies of paper at a time, and Cruillo stepped off the carrier.

You've been listening to me, the number of shoppers is increasing. All the people earlier were already back.

Awellana has a bunch of herbs and has a spell. Green liquid soars through the air and settles into a small pot or mug.

Leno received the replacement and Cruillo handed over the product.

The A-side of the record ends and the three girls bow to the audience. A few people applauded Nero (Maba) and others who had heard it until the end gave me small [magic crystals] and treats I bought at the store in this city.

The three thanked and received many times, bowing again and returning to the carrier.

Follow Cruillo, too, and stop the generator. The girls worked on making cookies shortly after the break.

Even if the song and the record stop, the people who listened to the story come to Piazza without a break.

"Um..."

"What is it?

Where the deal came to a paragraph, only one young woman was left to speak up.

"Can I have a replacement or clothes? Knitting is my hobby, I have plenty..."

He opened the mouth of the paper bag he brought to show me.

Because it is folded, I don't know what type it is, but the knitting is beautifully aligned, and I can peek at it about my skill.

"Fine. Which one do you want?

"Um, scratch pills..."

"I'm running out of vegetable oil and vegetable oil, and I've got it for you."

Just after a job, Awellana smiles and explains.

"Oh, well, I'll go back and get it. Please wait."

The woman cast a [leap] spell and disappeared.

... Oh, well. [Leap] So I can come and go, like, a checkpoint, it doesn't make sense.

I don't know about saying there's not even border security, but Cruillo was somewhat relieved. I think I can go further south while selling.

People totally pulled it off for tea time.

The cookies I was baking first were sold out. It also sold quite a bit of wound medicine, and there were a few scratches made by Amiella and others.

Captain Solniak and Medvege, Farkill asked me to focus on writing the lyrics, and this one came out nearly twenty.

I didn't have any fuel to ask anyone, but I got a lot of good stuff for the replacement.

... No way, I didn't think it would work like this.

Cruillo organized the items he received while Awellana and I were in store number.

Mufflers and gloves knitted in yarn, hats, stalls of linen, flour, sugar, dried vegetables, dried fruit, cheese, fresh milk in bottles, vegetable oils for consumption, butter.

With the ingredients I received, Leno was making bread fabrics.

Standing at the store number alternately, just in case, the store will not close.

Originally, there was a public toilet and water drinking area in the corner opposite to whether it was a square for the event or stopped the truck.

... I'm not a wacko to stay forever, but this is a place that seems easy to live for.

Cruillo was surprised to find himself comfortable staying in a place like this.

Near sundown, the only selling items were scratch pills and spreading craftsmanship.

Leno and Elantis at the bakery continue to make bread and cookies. Turn the store around with Pinatifida and Amana, Cruillo and Awellana.

While there was no one to buy wound medication, Awellana was given a rest on the carrier.

Amiella and Captain Solgnark, Juvenile Soldier Morph make a spreading craftsman, with Medvege and Farkill copying the lyrics.

The earlier flow somehow fixed the division of roles, and everyone was, respectively, immersed in their own work.

There are people's lives, there are no air raids.

In a peaceful city, you can make money by proper means, not by fire burglars.

I didn't know that was such a thankless and happy thing.