It's all one flower.

After the concert, in a classroom rented as a dressing room, the soprano singer came to the side of an old man dressed as an old woman.

"I'm late, but please call me Oratorix."

The older woman, who bought the care of Raqueus and left, smiled in the name of her name. I'm guessing the scholarly scholar is an avid believer at the same time as a soprano singer.

The prayer woman (Oratorix) came together when Lacueus went out to give her makeup and accompaniment.

"We have to do something about the teacher."

"You don't have to be suspicious of something that you can reply to right away."

Sneg, who is keeping me at home, told me, and Laqueus thought. I'll have an answer soon.

"Let's make it Halpatora. When I was younger, I was called Halpator."

"The journey. You change it to a woman's name."

"Dr. Halpatola...... right. By referring to the teacher of the harp..."

Sneg and Oratorix agreed that it was easy to understand.

During the week, Sneigh goes to work.

External lecturer in a big music class in the morning and live piano music in a restaurant in the afternoon. He's an old man just a little younger than Laqueus, but he's pretty busy. Because I have tension every day, my hair is white, but I look much younger than my real age.

Laqueus undertook chores while away and the rest of his time encouraged him to practice harp and gather information in newspapers and radio.

Media within the Republic of Nemoralis report day after day that people who have lost everything and even withered their tears are throwing themselves into guerrilla activity one after another.

Laqueus, who abandoned his statesmanship and title and became "Harpatola, the old lady of harp players," practiced at least as much as calling out dead tears….

The case of the Devil's Asthma Cannon is only communicated to Sneg.

Krapiefnik had also spoken, and he heard with a serious look.

"Let's look at the fold and rebuke the government's wrongdoing"

If the timing is wrong, it will be irrevocable. Ironically, now that the demon asthma cannon was lost in the attack by the Artel army, this information was useless.

In the late dinner seat, Sneg brightens up the subject.

"Mr. Krapifnik and I are in contact via our comrades. Supporters on the outskirts of Wangdu are helping people flee to Amitostigma and gathering information."

Using the technique makes it easy to come and go, but it is dangerous for a sneg with contacts to come and go directly.

Even in the tradition (one after another) he found that he seemed well, and Laqueus stroked his chest down.

"In the last decade or so, the Internet has become available in Lacrimalis territory."

The piano player gave a lighter account of the Internet and the equipment used for it. Make sure the old man, older than himself, understood and talk about Krapifnik's activities.

"Look at the fold, they're going to flush online about the demon asthma cannons and the outrages of the current administration"

"How do you tell the people that Nemoralis doesn't have the... Internet?

Sneg replied with a naughty grin.

"That's what I'm after. People who volunteer to go to Lacrimalis and Amitostigma, and who stay there as refugees, are exposed to online information."

"But what about the equipment?

"The cost of the equipment is covered by donations. Supporters from both countries lend their names… of course (of course), some lend them both. If you pass it on to some people, it won't be long before it's spread."

Snegg took his seat and took a piece of paper file from his bag. Remove the dishes aside and open the file.

I don't know for sure whether it's a photograph or a diagram and a description of it for Lacueus.

"A Lacrimaris supporter brought it to the store today."

He also tells me that he heard about Krapifnik. Waiting for Laqueus to hang his presbyopia, Snegg began explaining.

"This is a copy of the screen on the site where anyone can post video or audio and say 'Yourcast' for publication"

"Ho...?

"They say a group of refugees fleeing to Lacrimaris sang a song about national health gymnastics with a wish for peace lyrics"

Turning to the page, a poem was spelled out that apparently wrote that lyric. There are plain words lined up that are easy for children to understand.

Snegg returned to the previous page, pointing to where the numbers lined up below the figure.

"It just came out a few days ago, but it's been watched more than two million times as of this morning, with reputations calling for reputation and being featured in foreign news,"

Laqueus counted the digits of the numbers and opened his eyes.

Turning a few pages, Snegg showed the clippings of newspaper articles.

This is the morning paper of the Hunan Economic Newspaper.

The song of peace sung by refugees and its reputation, from which the circle of support has widened, has reportedly led to a sharp increase in donations to the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees and the United Nations Children's Fund, among others.

The end of the article was marked with the account number of the Refugee Camp Support Fund launched by the newspaper.

"As the teacher knows, the Hunan Economic Newspaper is also published in Artel in local editions"

"Well, censorship could delete this article."

The Nemoralis government sent troops and made them withhold articles that reported on demonic asthma cannons. He had the newspaper's Nemoralis Branch announce a "wheelbarrow malfunction" and deceive the public.

There is no guarantee that the Artel government will not do the same.

"Doctor, articles that have been withheld in our country are usually published in neighboring Lacrimaris, in Amitostigma, which has its headquarters, and in the countries of its neighbors."

"Huh!

Surprised, but if you think calmly, only the country has the influence of the Nemoralis government.

"Two-wheeled countries weighing in on science and countries as heavily pilgrims and tourists as Lacrimaris lay the Internet's line network"

"Whether you keep it in one place or announce it elsewhere, it will be known to the rest of the world in an instant…"

Sneg shook his white head vertically like snow, with a grin of satisfaction.