It's all one flower.

At the dinner table were not only the spell doctor Septentorio and the funeral parlor Agoni, but also the old lady. It's Silva, the "relative of the owner of this villa," the curse doctor said.

"I think it's about time the curse doctors ran out of rice, so if you go back..."

"I'm sorry. Take it easy on yourself."

"No, that's okay. I apologize to my relatives for staying with real war refugees."

To Agoni, who said he seemed very sorry, the old lady Silva also returned it in a tone that she was not sure if she was tired or genuine.

Finish introducing yourself over dinner and discuss what's to come.

"You can use my room as it is. It wasn't mine, and I'm going back over there tonight."

"Is it that bad, Grandpa?

"No, I'm fine, but I can't help being here."

When the funeral parlor Agoni asked clouding her face, the old lady Silva replied blatantly.

Turn to Awellana, the people of the lake, and listen in a changed tone.

"What kind of medicine can you make, Mr. Pharmacist?

"As long as we have the ingredients, for the most part, anything..."

"Yes. Then there is a small herbal garden in this garden, so please, make all of that a medicine. Because I don't want to die like this."

I guess you're going to rent the pills.

Farkill stared down at the old lady.

I have a gentle smile, but I can't see what I'm thinking in my heart.

Heard the pharmacist Awellana peeking at the old lady's complexion.

"Um... there's vegetable oil and all sorts of missing ingredients, but what do we do about that?

"Tell me what you need and I'll bring it to you later."

"Um, well, tomorrow, after you show me what's in that field..."

"Yes, it's vegetable oil. Whatever kind you want?

"Yes, olive oil, vegetable seed oil, whatever you squeeze from the plant"

That brings us to the matter of medicine.

The manager of Leno offers to make a mistake.

"Uh, thick. Then, can I have some summer clothes moulded paper, please?

"What are you going to do with the model paper?

"Yes! Me, it's a needle. There's cloth and stuff, but there's no moulding paper, and, you know, we're a powerless people, so this is already cool, it's hot and it's about to fall..."

The old lady Silva grinned bitterly as she controlled Amiella, a needle that rolled up quickly.

"Oh, yes, yes, okay. Can I have one, too?

"Yes of course (of course)!

"Well, the next time you're here,"

The matter arrived softly and unexpectedly.

I'll say it thoughtfully, too, Farkill.

If we miss this opportunity, we may not have the next. It wasn't if I was lost.

"Excuse me. Of that person, where? If there's an Internet connection, I want you to take me with you."

"It's in the city, so the internet will connect, but with my magic, hey..."

"Oh, uh, [Magic Crystal] then there is, so now I can manage!

Pull the sachet raised from the neck out of the collar.

The old lady, Silva, looked at the swell and circled her eyes.

"Oh, so much? Well, let's try our best."

"Thank you! Mr. Awellana, please work later and return the wound medicine."

"What are you going to do?

Suddenly he talks to a pharmacist (dull) who sees Farkill with a surprised face, and folds him up.

"I'd like to redeem it and pay the internet connection fee with web money."

"Connection...... oh, like phone bill?

"Yes, if you don't pay, they'll stop you."

"Fine. We're helping with that information, too."

A heartfelt thank you to the pharmacist of the people of the lake who smiled.

"Thank you!

"Well, I'll bring you a paper cup,"

Manager Leno and Medvege take their seats.

Farkill tries to change, but the manager says no with a refreshing smile, "Fine, fine," and sits back with uncomfortable thoughts.

After the tea after the meal, the lake people's pharmacist (dullness) took a short break and made me five cups of paper scratch medicine with the olive oil left in the kitchen.

Farkill puts wound medicine and a tablet device in a shoulder bag with a needle, Amiella. There was a mati, and the paper cup was put in without falling.

The two of us leave the front door. The sun is already completely set and the garden is dark.

Leno Store Manager and pharmacist Awellana, Roark and, for some reason, Juvenile Soldier Morph come out to drop him off. The four waved small without saying anything. Farkill nodded at it and waved back.

"Let's go, boy."

"Yes, please"

The old lady tells me to put one [magic crystal] on my left and right palms. Wrinkled palms rode on it and held Farkill's hand with the crystal. An old lady, Silva, casts a slow spell with powerful words.

"Cross the Pengcheng and drive from here to him.

Hand roll, fold, and jump onto one leg. Put yourself there. "

At the end of the chant, the scenery changed and Farkill stood in a strange place.