It's all one flower.

"Excuse me for this. It's been three years since there has been a pharmacist in this city..."

"Really? Earlier, this one asked me a few questions. The city's pharmacist is dead."

"Ooh......! Have you already heard of the plight of our city?

To Leno's answer, union chief Rathuni was greatly surprised.

"I grow a lot of herbs, but I wanted to use them as pills, so I had to go to Pravik City. We are overdeducted from our difficulties, but we can't even say no..."

Union president Rathuni lowered his brow and saw Awellana in his ascendancy. A pharmacist (dull) of the people of the lake turns a bewildered look at Leno, the manager.

Leno nodded back small and borrowed Captain Solgnac's words.

"I told this person earlier, but we have somewhere to go, so we can't stay very long."

"Where do you think you're going?

"Um... we're Nemoralis from Nenia Island. The air raid has separated my family, and I'm going to find it. My family was fishermen, and I was out on the lake by boat on the day of the air raid. So we should be evacuating to the Funalis Islands..."

"Ah......! I'm sorry to hear that! May your family enjoy the protection of Panisea Uni Flora!

Preventing Awellana from rolling and standing at once, union leader Rathuni covered his own eyes with one hand.

... Something smells like lying sympathy. What would Cruello say?

Leno saw a big man who didn't even name him.

The chain is peeking from the collar. He seems to be wearing a badge (today), but he put it in his clothes and didn't know the school. It has a symmetrical faceless look to the union president Latuni, and I don't even know what he's thinking.

"The same goes for the others. On the way to Nemoralis Island and the Funaris Islands relying on relatives, we want to travel as soon as possible."

Captain Solgnac set a sharp gaze on union chief Latuni and the big man.

The union leader puts himself in a low, heavy voice. Leno didn't miss seeing a big man under his palm.

"Are you saying that you will go to relatives without working evil on refugees, while earning travel expenses from legitimate commerce? What a splendid...!

... Isn't that obvious? What do you think the Nemoralists are?

"Yeah, so this one told me that if I was going to do business in Central Square, I would need a store opening fee."

Leno hides his frustration (frustration) with a sales smile and shows the man on the directions with his palm. The man nodded with his neck bent with a cum.

"How much, do you need?

"In a hurry… per day… how about 30% of the sales?

"What? Here, is it cash?

When Leno was surprised, union chief Latuni shook his head sideways.

"No, it's goods. You must pay 30% of your daily sales in advance."

"I don't know how much I can sell in a day, but is it an advance?

"There are no pharmacists here, so if you put them in the store, they'll sell in no time."

Union President Latuni grinned bitterly.

"Still much, isn't it expensive?

Captain Solniak asks in a quiet but harsh voice. No, that wasn't a question, it was a voice of criticism.

The big man sees the union leader. Latuni answered unaware of it, climbing himself out of the couch.

"We're in trouble, too. I don't need to sell bread and crafts, so please do something about it!

Seeing as the story was going to take a long time, the man raised a terrible voice.

"Er, um... excuse me... it's time for me to go home and worry about my wife and kids..."

"Oh, that's a guide fee. Um..."

Awellana sees union leader Latuni.

The union president saw the man in the guide as chilling and threw up.

"It's important right now! Don't break your hips! I'll let you have the herb, so..."

"I promised this guy I'd get wound meds instead of showing him around."

The guide man said back clearly by placing the container and the vial of oil he had brought from his home on the low table.

Union President Latuni looks abominably at Awellana, the people of the lake. The green-haired pharmacist (dull) quickly circled his green eyes and sent his gaze to Leno and Captain Solgnac.

... but what am I supposed to do? Save this for me today, have me go home and give it to you at the market tomorrow morning?

Leno contemplates, Awellana is baffled, and Captain Solgnac has a gaze that shoots at the union leader. The union leader pushed silently like a frog stared at by a snake.

The guided man looks around at the face with the grate and wipes the sweat off his forehead.

Until then, a big man who remained silent accidentally opened his mouth.

"Uncle, okay? This is your chance to make sure he's good at it. He has nothing to do with it anymore, and don't let him go."

To a common sense decision, Leno and Awellana, as well as the man in the guide, leaked a breath of relief. Captain Solniak is still giving the two of us a tough glance.

"I mean, I'm disturbed, I'm afraid. Go ahead, make him some wound pills."

Union President Latuni urged Awellana when he sipped herbal tea.

The pharmacist of the people of the lake snorts. I took one of the herbs out of the bag I brought it to and removed the lid from the oil bottle.

A girl's lips spin a spell in powerful words. Vegetable oil rose up like a willingness and drifted out of the mouth of a bottle.

A pharmacist's hand inserts herbs into the oil drifting through the universe and casts more spells.

Herbs and vegetable oils were surgically spiritually bonded, melted and mixed, and turned into green liquids.

Pour into a deep dish brought to you by a man and chant a word of knot. The liquid obtained viscosity and turned into a green ointment.

The Dossici citizens seem to be seeing how they make medicines for the first time. I watched the oil and herbs as they ate in, and the moment I settled on the plate, I leaked a howl of sigh.

"I got it. Wash the wound first with clean water and then apply this. The wound will clog in about half a day. But fractures and injuries in the back of your body can't be cured."

"Thank you! Thanks!

When Awellana communicated the precautions for use, the man held in a deep dish filled with green ointment, bowing his head again and again in a changed tone.

The union chief's nephew opened the door and spoke in the hallway.

"Bueek! Customers are home!

A youngest appears right at the door and disappears with the man who guides him.

Until the union chief's nephew (hey) closed the door, a voice echoed in the hallway as the guide continued to thank the pharmacist (dull) of the lake people.