It's all one flower.

Enter the residential area and be horrified by the familiar streets and houses.

Silva, the old lady, has just returned.

"Welcome back. You were late. Don't worry, we'll be home sooner tomorrow."

"Yes. Excuse me."

Afraid, we'll go in together.

Silva took the sweaty furkill to the kitchen and washed it with the technique of [fucking water]. Drink water and finally get comfortable.

"Thank you. Something I can do to help…"

"Nothing in particular, please take your time"

I'm halfway out of the kitchen and back to my assigned room.

I connected the tablet terminal to the charger.

... If it's out of charge, it's an owl. There seems to be a lot of out-of-region on this island, so let's write about it.

Open the device's note pad and write down the contents behind the excess flyer.

A spellmaker's suggestion.

With a large capacity [infinite bag (mulberry)], you can carry four tons of trucks manually. I carefully wrote down a list of magic drugs and spells and medication materials that I needed as consideration so that someone else could read them.

Further organize and write down the names of the materials and what areas of Lanterna Island are available, features, storage precautions, etc.

He searched by the name of the warcraft from which the material was obtained, and also wrote on both the note pad and the flyer where his abilities, characteristics and sightings were abundant.

Surely none of the Warcraft were opponents in the hands of the Farkills.

The wizards Awellana and Cruillo do not know the techniques used in battles such as [plummeting eagles (eagles)] and [flying bee horn eagles (bee bears)] schools or the techniques of [flying eagles (taka)] schools that make weapons.

Even a powerless people, with magical weapons, could be wounded by demons and warcraft, but none of the Farkils could handle traditional swords, spears, bows and arrows, etc.

Even three star road prostitutes trained in combat with modern weapons would not be able to fathom without a gun loaded with silver bullets.

... all we can do is run away?

I've got extra space, so I'll also write down what I found out today.

The name of the haulier is Fiarluca.

That there is a high demand for magic drugs and that they are traded at high prices.

Kroenier, the owner of Lord Guo's nest, is an artisan of the [knitting reed cut (Yoshikiri)] school. The sale is a consignment of magic clothes, ornaments and yammies......

I folded a surprisingly written note into a small bag of [magical crystals].

Also for the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, write down the replacement that the spellsmith said to another flyer.

My hand holding the ballpoint pen hurt, but I kept writing regardless. Back up your data digitally and analog and you can handle all kinds of situations. Even if Pendaco is resting in pain, at worst, everyone's life is in danger. I couldn't wait to rest.

When I finished writing and looked up, I smelled something to the effect. Lift the sachet from the neck and go to the kitchen.

"Oh, just great. I was going to go get it."

Old lady Silva turns a bright smile. If anyone knows anything, they'll look like grandmothers and grandchildren. I don't think anyone's watching, but Farkill pretends to be his grandson, too.

"Granny, I'm sorry I couldn't help you"

"It's okay. Never mind. How'd it go?

Farkill told us about what happened today, eating fish vanilla roasts and bread.

This old lady is part of the guerrilla. There is something incredible about it, Farkill said, blurring out the specifics.

"Thanks to you, I managed the connection fee. Thank you."

"How are you doing? I'm so glad we did it right."

"Another errand, after all, I didn't have enough replacements, and I couldn't"

"Yes... too bad"

"Did your grandmother's errand go well?

"Fair enough."

This one was smiled at.

... Right. This guy's a guerrilla, too. You don't talk to outsiders about maneuvers or anything.

Farkill tried to change the subject a bit.

"Granny, are you familiar with this neighborhood?

"Right. Enough to pretend to be a local, huh? My relatives used to live here, so I really know them."

"Really?"

I don't get the story rolling well and I can't get the information out of old lady Silva. Are you really going to put down a line of mobile distributors Praethermissa as an excuse for relatives? Or are you trying to use it for something else?

This old lady looked blatantly nasty when manager Leno slipped her mouth that the Kirkurs were there.

... but you were worried that if you found soldiers here, they'd kill you.

What the hell are you going to say? They'll tease you directly, from what I've heard.

So far, as an innkeeper, they just asked me to make magic drugs for the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, but the merchants in the underground Chernochnijnik all wanted magic drugs so badly.

... I'm sure they're trading at much higher prices than I think.

I guess turning all the herbs in the herbal garden into pills, and some of them, will cost the Farkill's food, but given the rest of their use, it made me depressed.

"Boy, are we going back to everyone tomorrow?

"Yes. Thank you. I'd like to gather some more information, so can I stay until evening?

"I don't mind that, okay? Not drenched?"

"Yes, I'm fine"

After dinner, the old lady, Silva, assisted with the old man's meal, and Farkill pulled her to the room.