It's all one flower.

Yesterday, the old lady Silva came with a ton of supplies. I gave three copies of the model paper book to Amiela the needle, and I just [jumped] somewhere.

The [Infinite Bag] the old lady left contained five cans of a dough containing vegetable seed oil, five boxes of cardboard containing two hundred lidded plastic containers, three bundles of garbage bags and three large bags of flour.

The needle Amiella started working as soon as she got the moulded paper, but gave the two wizards a break.

"Grandma, you're rich."

Says Medvege as he carries his stuff. Leno was also concerned about the source of funding for the old lady Silva, as she helped.

Instead of the traditional barbecue pot, we have a large number of plastic containers for the palms. Light and hard to crack, easy to carry. Among the magic drugs made by the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, the wound medicine will probably be used to treat guerrillas.

... I guess the other medicines will be exchanged for weapons and food.

Place vegetable seed oil and containers in Awellana's working room, feeling dark.

"Cruello, the magic of making medicines is not conditional, is it? Won't you be able to use it or something?

"I don't care."

I thought it would be difficult for Awellana alone, and I tried to speak up for childhood training, but she said it clearly.

... Why did you give up before you did it? to the habit of a powerful people.

At least it's much more likely than Leno, the powerless people. Cruillo explained with a slightly troubled face whether he had guessed Leno's such heart.

"What Mr. Awellana is doing is an awesome, detailed task."

"Fine?"

"For example, I can draw water from the lake with [manicured water] and divide it from it into water and other objects. Because they made me practice at school until I could."

Leno remembered that Cruillo was skipping school and playing around with the two of them. As much as you can skip training so much, freshwater treatment seems to be an easy operation.

"But what Mr. Awellana is doing is pulling out only salt from the water, or just copper."

Leno and Medvege tilt their necks at the same time. The explanation seems to be correct, and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana is watching over the exchange without pinching his mouth.

Cruillo explained, hand-wrestling.

"It's like hand dividing salt and sugar from a mixture of salt and sugar powder."

"Oh, my God, that's so weird."

Medvege smiled bitterly and Leno was stunned.

The wizard Cruillo scratches his head with regret.

"Sure, [Thoughtful Owl] Faculty art has nothing to do with the spiritual qualities and physical conditions of the surgeon, and magic doesn't have to be that strong, but it's a fine task to say so and a recombination of the spiritual nature of the material... I don't know what to say, I need talent"

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana nodded small across the workbench.

"It is. So, the students of Dossici City..."

"I guess he was the elite I chose for the exam from among the applicants"

The pharmacist candidates had heard a brief description of Awellana and just watched the demonstration for a little while so that they could quickly make their own magic pills.

Seeing it made me ashamed to assume it was something I could easily do, and Leno lost his word.

"Bye, you two, later Yorosik. We'll go to the woods and gather the materials."

"Take care."

"Be safe."

Medvege urged Leno with a cheerful voice, and the wizard's medic (dull) and employee waved the two out small.

This morning, pharmacists Awellana and Cruillo were supposed to make magic drugs, needle Amiella and Pina, Tis and Amana were supposed to make summer clothes, and Star Way Yoshimitsu and Leno and Roark were supposed to go to the woods to collect material.

Funeral home Agoni [leaps] to the base of the city of Zacato on the island of Nenia shortly after breakfast, and the spelldoctor Septentorio is gathering information from a bunch of ancient newspapers brought to him by Silva.

There was not a single free man.

... Well, but you're going to be anxious and crazy when you're hitting on such enemy ground.

The five leave the hidden villa gate with a rubbish bag to put in the material and a cutter knife for protection. A little further through the woods, where the voice of the cicada descended, the vision switched in an instant.

Leno and the others scattered among the trees and hung to collect the spreads, the herbs, and the edible wild grass. Fantasy trees and servants are in the way, and I can't see the real grass. Pull it out by hand, see it on hand and confirm it.

Juvenile soldier Morph caught a popping bat and showed off to Roark with a full smile. Medvege looks at Morph and distorts his mouth. I went right back to my face and pulled out the grass without saying anything.

"You can eat this bug."

"... heh. Do bats taste good?

"Bitter"

"It is."

Morph held the bat's leg and head and put it in the bag.

Leno, listening to it, thought of a deliciously edible recipe. Previously, the fried cicadas I had at the workshop tasted just as good as shrimp. If fried, most of the flavor would be deluded. But Morph killed him, so I realized I couldn't let him drain the shit.

... were you always so hungry that you couldn't wait to process it down?

Leno's chest was jammed by the boy soldier Morph's familiar behavior. Even if it's bitter, I can't clearly imagine what life is like that I just have to eat to satisfy my hunger.

Roark, a high school student, neither denied nor affirmed, listened to the boy soldier Morph like that as he continued his work.