It's all one flower.

Drinking up a completely lukewarm townhouse tea, Farkil, along with the hauler of the people of the lake, left the spellhouse. Follow after a witch called Fiarlka so she doesn't get out of it.

The smell of food and spices was much thinner than when I came down. Avoid cluttered products, signs, and passers-by sticking out in brick aisles.

Chernoknyjnik is underground but there were no miscellaneous demons at all.

The aisles and store walls, ceilings, etc. bear spells of various kinds of protection, like the bases of the North Vietofi Bridge and Guerrilla, and are protected from various disasters. There are people here who are powerful enough to start and sustain all that.

Farkill walked about the haulier while taking pictures of the aisle with the camera on the tablet terminal. The next time you come, don't get lost… I can't predict how long you'll have to stay on this island of Lanterna.

"Yes, we're here. Rise and shine"

"Ah, yes. Thank you. When I got lost, I was taking pictures so I wouldn't get in trouble."

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

Farkill was honest, the haulier Fiarlka laughed thinly and went into the back of the narrow aisle. It's narrow enough for every adult to get through.

The door hung a sculpture of the chick of Lord Guo (Cuckoo), who was fed by a much smaller parent than himself in a nest of reed cuts (Yoshikiri). There are no letters on the sign.

Carrier Fiarluca scratched her green hair and looked back. When Farkill makes him nod, he pushes the door open without even knocking.

"Fiarlka, it's been a while"

Laughing in the counter and waving small was an old man wearing a girl-favorite apron dress around his successful body. The crest (today) of the [Knitting reed cut (Yoshikiri)] shines with a thick chest plate bordered by lace. Glossy black hair was twin tailed, and a thin red rose was worn on the knot to elephant hair decorations.

"I brought a customer."

"Oh, sweetie. Me, Chloenier. You can call me Chloe."

To the shopkeeper, who smiled painfully, Farkill had goosebumps. Carrier Fiarlka, whatever it is, told me what to do.

"Give me a prepaid card"

"Always, okay?

"Hey, what company?

A haulier of the people of the lake asks Farkill, who had eaten and stopped thinking. Farkil returned to me and told me the name of the connecting company, and sent out a paper cup containing the wound medicine from the bag.

"Now, please just buy it"

Croenier's grubby finger picks up a paper cup from the counter. An unexpectedly rounded eye looked at Farkill again.

"It's not a superior scratch pill. Did you make this?

"No, I'm a doctor I know."

"Hey, boy. Can you get in touch with that person? I'll have the ingredients and the rewards, so can you make more, please?

Farkill unexpectedly saw the haulier Fiarlka. And the witch of the people of the lake was but small, and smote her shoulders, and said nothing to me.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana had also been asked by Silva and others to make wound medicines and other medicines. Of course Awellana (of course) and employee Cruello seem busy helping out with that. It was also said that the rewards for the high performance [endless bags] paid to the spell store were magic drugs and materials.

Farkill thought a little and decided to be honest.

"Contact is... if you can take a few days, you can. But he's been asking me a lot now, and I can't seem to do it for the time being."

"A lot, how long is it going to take?

He asked me to use all the herbs in the field as medicine.

Chloenier regretted himself, but immediately dropped his wide and successful shoulder and said in a wild voice.

"That's right. This is the time."

Turn your back on the counter and open the drawer on the shelf.

Chloenier is a [knitting reed cut (Yoshikiri)] school, but unlike Viyunok, a powerful people, the girl's hobby apron dress had defensive spells dispersed in lace and frills and embroidered with colorful threads.

Each step of the wooden shelf is finely divided, with a drawer or small door, and the contents are not known.

Chloenier arranged three prepaid cards on the counter. If it's just the base fee, it's about nine months bribe.

Farkill handed all four paper cups of wound medicine and rubbed the card with his fingernails. Enter the number that came up.

All three were deposited safely.

"Thank you"

"It's okay. I'm gonna help you with this, too. Tell that to the pharmacist."

"Yes. Um, what kind of stuff are you selling here?

It seems unlikely that we will be able to use this place again, but we have never had more information.

Kroenier, the owner of Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest, pointed to his chest.

"The focus is on the clothes I made and the ornaments, but I'm also dealing with a little consignment like the card I just gave you.... those gloves are my work too."

"Oh, really? Thank you."

Farkil said, Chloenier smiled and thumbed.

Carrier Fiarlka prompts you to follow Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest.

"Good for you. I can charge you a lot."

"Thank you. Thanks for your help."

"Are mobile sales people in a safe place right now?

"Yes."

The exact location of the base is not even known to Farkill. Besides, it's not something I've figured out where or who's listening in this basement. Answer carefully and briefly.

The hauliers of the people of the lake did not pursue any further and changed the subject.

"This is how messy the basement is, so it's quicker to go home through the boulevards on the ground."

That said, I walk down the brick aisle more and more. Farkill sometimes, while following her on a small run to avoid losing sight of her, also didn't forget to stop and take pictures.

From the stairs closest to Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest, exit to the earthly city of Kardafstovaux. For a moment in the hot and humid air, my breath jammed.

"Thank you for everything."

"It's okay. This is business, too. Well, when the bag arrives, I'll call you."

"Thank you"

So we break up, then we look at the map and head to the private house where Silva is based.

I got a little lost, but certainly, as Carrier Fiarlka put it, I think I'll be able to get home faster on the ground. Even on the ground, take pictures at the main points and prepare the landmarks for the next coming.

Even while we do that, the crowd keeps decreasing. You can't afford to take a slow look at the dusk-dyed city.

Occasionally, he stopped to check the map and then took pictures. Others rushed through the boulevard at a rate close to full sickness.