It's all one flower.

The next day was also well sunny. This is safe for passing through the sun.

Farkill said yesterday that he had also looked at the information he had searched online. More care must be taken to avoid borrowing than falsely pretending to be a grom citizen.

I sat in the passenger seat and placed my tablet device and charger in a sunny place. If it gets hotter in the future, I won't be able to put it on my truck dashboard.

"Boy, have you ever been through this newly built road?

"Yes. Well, if my parents knew, they would have magically jumped me... the ride itself, I've never ridden much"

Lies don't even stare at Medvege's questions.

"Right. Well, again... now you're drunk, okay?

"It's okay. In the beginning, it was a little tight, but I got used to it."

"Oh well. I'll be home soon. Just a little more patience."

The eyes remain facing forward, but from the plumage of the driver's voice, a true heart seeps free from lies and lies.

Farkill was turned to his own answer, painted with lies, tenderness from the bottom of his heart, and his chest clogged. You thought the silence of the "Lacrimaris boy" was saddened that there were no more families to wait for when he returned home. The Kirkulus driver was just a small, sighing (one) and softened me without saying anything.

As Auserrattle said, opposite cars are rare. The Lacrimaris kingdom is a magical civilization neighbor, partly because of the low number of cars held.

On both sides of the road, stone tablets about hip height lined up at equal intervals. I guess this is [exorcism].

I doubt how much magic can be supplied by powerful people in cars passing at high speeds. If Awellana and Cruello, do you feel anything?

Both sides of the road are pastures, the north of which leads to the Kublum Mountains.

The four cities on the southern shore of the island of Nenia, with the exception of the city of Maust, are almost rebuilt, according to information on the Internet. Since we were set to go straight for the city of Plame, it had nothing to do with a line of mobile distributors overlooked (Praethermissa), which would remain abandoned.

Farkill is more concerned about the prepaid balance than that.

Since several video files with large capacity were sent, the data communication fee was high. If you save, the next month is going to work out, but I won't forgive you.

... but here, I can't refill my cards.

Purchasing a mobile company prepaid card and registering the number written there on a dedicated site will deposit the same royalty as the card bill.

In the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, there was no way we could have obtained a toll card for a mobile company in the Republic of Artel.

... Well, I won't be able to connect to the internet, but if I can charge it, I can record it, I can play music, and I can figure it out.

If you have information about the city of Grom, it is downloaded and stored. Memorize it, it's critical to the city of Grom, we can go together. But if you let the borough out and find out you're an Arthurian, worst of all, you might not have a life.

It would be safer to break up in the city of Plame before the connection fee can no longer be paid. Even though we knew it, Farkill had difficulty breaking up with a line of Praethermassa.

... Hopefully, we'll see it through until everyone gets on the boat to Cravel safely... but that's murky on the boulder.

From the carrier, a pharmacist (dull) Awellana can be heard teaching the Leno store managers the spell of [exorcism]. Tools such as spells are somewhat vaguely pronounced and can activate spells.

Those without magic have no power to use it.

Even the ineffective can use certain techniques with a curse or a glove-like aid that Furkill and Roark get.

The spell, if cast a spell, consumes the encased magic to activate the technique written there.

Furkills gloves could have used the embedded technique if they cast spells while externally supplying magic with [magic crystals] and the like.

The spell is disposable, the aids can be used repeatedly, but a separate source of magic must be provided. Long and short.

Farkil taught Roark the [Invisible (invisible) shield] spell this morning as he looked at the instructions he got with the gloves in the city of Dossici.

A powerless people, the self of an Arthurian who was a Kirkrussian, teaches spells in exotic lands that cannot be used on their own. The way I look at myself objectively is hilarious at the bottom.

... If my parents (those guys) find out, they'll flinch.

I haven't remembered my family in a long time, but I didn't care anymore, like their cheap or not. An attack by the Nemoralist guerrilla, even if it's a convolutional one, I suppose.

Farkill, who brought troublesome issues into the house, such as "bullied in school" for his parents, was only a disturbing presence. Still, my grades were good, so I went to a first-class university and got a job in a first-class company as a tool to make my parents' old age cheap... they were just kept for future investment purposes.

I didn't even talk to Locke, I stinked of trying to find a sensible solution to the problem, and I didn't protect my child from unreasonable persecution. Strong to endure, treated my child as a defect.

It was reminded that affection between parents and children does not just occur naturally because they have blood ties, and Farkill, too, abandoned his parents.

One line of mobile distributors Praethermassa who are now acting together is a collection of other people, except for two sets of siblings. On the contrary, we are even with the terrorist group "Star Road Prostitute Army".

Roark told me the general circumstances, but this coziness was strange for Farkill.

He said he'd be with me somehow in the end, but if that were all, we would have split up for a while.

They are victims and perpetrators of terrorism. If we were just using each other to survive, the air would be giddy like Farkill's home. It is not surprising that there is no domination by violence.

In yesterday's discussion, not a word came from the four Kirkurs about breaking up in the city of Maust in front of them.

If that's the reason, I can somehow imagine.

A few days ago, I checked the news at the mansion in the city of Dossici and found out that the autonomous community of Listver was rebuilding on a steep pitch. Instead of crossing into Artel territory, I guess I chose to return to the Autonomous Communities, even by boarding a Magic Machine ship and closing my eyes to passing through the Holy Land of Fraxinus.

The newspapers they showed me at the mansion and the pictures I saw on the internet news were so unusual in their eyes that I didn't know where it was either.

Is it true that the Autonomous Communities are being rebuilt, or that the Nemoralis government is about to bring the situation in another district to a ceasefire by announcing it as a "reconstruction of the Listwar Autonomous Communities" and crushing the reasons for Artel's declaration of war?

I don't know what I wouldn't actually look at.

... Discuss... Amana, an elementary school student, didn't listen properly either and shut her up without a headache. I didn't do anything stupid to scare you. I reassured him, I convinced him.

He treated the little girl gently to reassure her, not only Amana's brother Cruillo, but even Medvege, who was supposed to be a terrorist. Farkill's parents are the same as the cloud mud.

Farkill looked at the driver Medvege. I fly trucks at critical speed limits and concentrate on driving. The brand new road was less uneven and the truck went well.

I looked it up in the map app and it seems that if you keep running at the maximum speed limit, you can have lunch in Plame City.

"Come on, now. Boy, I asked you to."

"Yes!"

Farkill gripped [the crystal of magic] with his right hand with gloves on. A depressed and lush forest opens its mouth at the front.

I leaned my neck in my heart and cast a spell from the Medvege of the Kirkurs to a situation in which I was asked to use magic.

"Soft, burning hands, bake, purify.

Wash your hands, wash your hands, and purify the water that comes from the Great Sauce.

Descend every day, and purify your hearts with dust and mustard.

Descend at night, dust and mustard in the alley, wash and purify.

The wind that runs through the thick, the clouds of the sun, the moon. "

Light light spread from the right hand bag and quickly disappeared. The spiritual fouling of the driver's seat fills the place with signs of cleanliness. From the carrier, too, the chant of Leno manager and Cruillo, the people of the lake Awellana, was heard.

"Oh, something, you're brighter"

"Yes, it became more difficult to get close to the Miscellaneous Demon or something because it was obscene."

The driver's seat is protected by a [exorcism] talisman hanging in the back mirror. Cleaning the scope of the talisman will increase the effect of [exorcism], so it is not in vain.

The weather was beautiful today and the branches hanging on the road had been paid for. When a strip of light is passing through the dark woods, I'm about to be illusioned.

Through the first forest safely, exhale (sighs). I didn't do anything, but I had strength in my shoulder.

Signs showing the side roads appear and Medvege slows down the speed. There was no sign of a car coming around the corner in a roadside mirror, and I stepped on the accelerator.