It's all one flower.

The journey from the city of Dossici to the city of Pravik was comfortable.

While in the mansion, the grass works are tight, but the truck carriage is cleaner and less cramped than before.

Along the way, he drew water in the creek, stopped nowhere else, and arrived in the mining city of Pravik before noon.

Juvenile soldier Morph enters the attendant's room. Roark gave me the place, and I peered out the window.

As explained by Auserratl, a leading figure in the city of Dossici, the Pravik Mountains, where the mine is located, are far east of the city.

... just go to the mountains and the sun goes down... ah...

Juvenile soldier Morph glanced at the city, realizing that the inhabitants of this country were full of wizards. Again, there are no buildings like the city of Zerneau, just two floors or, at best, three floors.

Shortly after entering the city's north gate, the square has a well in the center, while the others are galaned.

There were thick walls to the north, cobblestone roads for about three lanes to the south and private houses and shops to the west and east, but there were no pedestrian streets in the square.

The fragrant smell of baking bread or meat blows into the car in the wind.

The driver, Medvege, calls out to the gatekeeper's cabin.

"Hey, hello"

"... hello"

An unfathomable voice returned. Medvege gets himself out of the driver's seat and asks.

"We're pedestrians. Can I do business in this square with anyone else?

"I don't mind. Sell what?

"Bread, confectionery, and grass maker."

"Right. Then we don't need a royalty."

Medvege gives thanks in a bright voice.

"Thank you. What's a selling mon that needs a royalty?

"Medicine, live birds, animals, clothing, ceramics, metal products."

Thanks again to the prompt answering gatekeeper, Medvege moved the truck close to the south road. Park at a distance from the gates, wells, roads and private houses.

... Old man's reading, that's awesome.

Juvenile soldier Morph was impressed that Medvege did not mention drugs in the sale.

In the northern neighboring city of Dossici, I heard you were making notes about the price of the medicine, but I didn't even realize the possibility that it would be a hassle in the merchants.

If it was Morph who was asked the question, he would have answered it silly and honest.

Amiella made the mansion in bags and small stores used by fellow mobile dealers (Praethermisa) who were overlooked. Earlier, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana's apprentice gave me cloth, but I can't do needlework in a swinging car.

Get off the carrier and exhale ho.

Having spent two months in a spacious mansion made my journey more comfortable than before uncomfortable.

"Here, let's leave tomorrow morning"

Manager Leno says, unloading the long desk. I stayed too long in the city of Dossici. There is no objection from anyone, unloading baked confectionery and spreading craftsmanship for sale.

"Mr. Amiela, can I have something made out of the cloth I just got you?

"I don't have the model paper, so I can't do a lot of things..."

"Of course, you can make it now."

Amiella puts out a sewing box on a carrier with reduced objects.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana opened the mouth of the small wipe bag she had just received and pinched the bottom and shook it upside down.

It makes a heavy noise, and several rounded and swollen cloth bags fall off. Five one-meter wide antimatter, light red, light blue, gentle green, bright earthy, white. The contents of the cloth bag were massive threads and end cuts (calves).

"So many..."

Amiella the needle gleams her eyes.

Pharmacist Awellana looked around the carrier with a troubled face.

"This [infinite bag] is disposable, and when you get the contents out, you can't go back..."

"What, really?

Amiella is on her way too.

The place to sleep tonight is likely to be critical and manageable, but you may not be able to hit the turnaround.

"I can't believe you gave me so much..."

Juvenile soldier Morph arranged the sale on the long desk, listening to the conversation between the two.

Cruillo peeks at the carrier and says in a bright voice.

"It's okay. Keep your desk in this shape, put it up and down, and you won't take up space."

Manager Leno looks at the carrier and nods.

"Mr. Awellana has been working so hard, please rest for a while"

"Is that okay?

"There aren't many types of items to sell, and it's okay."

Pinatifida and Elantis prepare lunch at best.

When I was finished preparing the store and eating the bread and grilled fish I got at the mansion, people came from the south street.

All of them, men of the land people, just like the employee Cruillo. I raise a badge (today) from my neck, but I don't know which school it is for Juvenile Soldier Morph. Seven in all. Some are young, some are old.

"You're a face I don't see. A refugee?"

Asked by the oldest man, Captain Solgnac and manager Leno, face to face. Boy soldier Morph drank his solitary spit and watched. I don't make any extra remarks, but if anything happens, I'll be ready to move.

The captain and the manager looked away and nodded slightly.

"Yes, I'm looking for Glom Harbor while selling on the move."

Leno Store Manager answers with a refreshing sales smile in mind and awaits the reaction of the locals. They glanced over the long desk and glanced at a line of Praether Missa.

"Is this for sale?

A young man asks Pinatifida. The voice was deliberately loaded with the color of pity.

... fooling around.

Boy soldier Morph's cheek got cute and hot. Captain Solgnac and Medvege don't move. Morph gripped his fist firmly and stared at the young man.

Pinatifida answers like nothing with the same smile as the manager.

"Yes, we were able to exchange it for a variety of things, both in the city of Morniya and in the city of Dossici."

"Yeah, well, you're pathetic"

More and more laughter occurs in the words of the young man.

... What's wrong with you? If you don't want to buy it, lose it.

Juvenile soldier Morph turned his gaze to the captain for permission.

Captain Solniak looks out for the only man with a beard who didn't laugh and doesn't notice Morph. The old man, who buried the lower half of his face with a black beard, took the captain's knitted hat and looked down. In that serious look, the men stop laughing.

"You're not a laughing goto. This guy works for the real thing.... Can I try it on for a second?

An old man with a mustache asked manager Leno. Even though the manager didn't make it himself, he usually gives permission in reply. Captain Solniak took his gaze off the bearded old man and looked at the young man.