It's all one flower.

Out in the garden drifting in the morning, the funeral home Agoni [jumped] to the ruins of the city of North Zakart. Last night, Old Lady Silva goes to deliver a note of wound medicine and materials packed in a regular bag to Oriol and other militant guerrillas.

Silva also stayed in the hospital room last night and jumped somewhere before Agoni this morning.

When the two of them were gone, the air in the villa, isolated from the outside world, loosened ho.

Roark works in the garden with three of the Star Road Prostitutes.

Manager Leno was getting permission to plant seedlings in old lady Silva yesterday. It's where the weeds grew by the herb garden. The manager went to the kitchen to make the bread, explaining the range that could be used as a home garden and the location of the farm tools.

... Now is good, but it's going to be hot today.

Roark wears the hat of Tsukusa, which he was just able to do yesterday, and listens to Captain Solgnac explain.

"There is only one wax. I'll make the acres."

"Captain, what the fuck is going on?

Juvenile soldier Morph asked well. Roark was horrified. I was a little worried about yesterday's story, but this minute would be fine.

"I mean the part where I plowed the soil in the field and raised it muscularly. Do so so that vegetables and others can grow easily, and so that we can do subsequent work"

Maybe you've never seen a field. Boy soldier Morph nods with an unclear face like he did.

Roark, who had seen the field in Zolata District, was convinced by the captain's plain explanation as to whether that part was named "acre".

... Captain was a farmer?

I understand why Captain Solgnac makes the atmosphere completely different from the rest of the crew, but another question arose.

In the Listwer Autonomous Region, the inhabitants of the western rural areas are elite and wealthy. That is why the inhabitants of the Barack Zone joined the main star path proselytizing army and do not know why they are here.

"The three of them, a continuation of the grass collection. Pull me through the roots."

They are given instructions to work and reply with their voices aligned.

Manager Leno had stabbed me on the ground beside the herb garden with a cut of a bar bracketed with plastic strings and surrounded me with a good place to make it a field. About a third of the weeds have been grazed, but later weeds have spread that are neither medicinal nor edible.

"Weeds are strong, so when the roots remain, they grow from it again. Like cutting the roots off with a sickle and pulling them out."

Medvege laughs bitterly at Captain Weed. The captain laughed back thinly, too, and got to work on his own.

There are five sickles. The three of them held a dozen at a time and began grazing as they were told.

Stick the blade to the root of the weed and dig it up as you cut the root. The smell of damp soil rises in the grass. Shaking gently and soiling, the earthworms fell together. I'm sick and tired of the Dossici City Mansion.

Living earthworms unexpectedly (and more) moved fast and quickly dived into the earth and became invisible.

"Sometimes roots wither vegetables. Get rid of the worms too."

"Boy, bring me a little bag, three sheets"

Boy soldier Morph ran to the truck.

Roark continues to work silently. Place the drained grass in a garbage bag, cut the roots one after the other, and dig them up. Running insects did not dare to chase, but devoted themselves to grazing.

"Thanks"

I receive a plastic bag about size A4 from the back morph and pick and put in the earthworm that is still half visible.

The worm, placed in a transparent bag, twisted his white body toward the soil. No matter how long the round, fat worm gets, you can't dive into the ground right in front of you. With the little legs of the earthworm, they don't tear the bag, they just glide tight.

The bottom third of the red head is the mouth, but they can't eat through the plastic bags, even if they can twist the roots.

... [junction] That's what you call it.

Roarks, the powerless people are held back by [the junction] and cannot enter this villa on their own.

The earthworm in the clear bag seemed to me, and Roark gently retreated to his side.

"Am I new here? Good luck."

When the sun was getting stronger, he was accidentally called out, and Roark looked up. Captain Solgnac regains his wax and observes the young man.

The straw colored hair sparkled in the daylight rays, with a faintly impressed face with a nostalgic smile. If I take my eyes off it, I'm going to forget about it at the next moment. Even if we meet again in some city, I'm sure we won't know.

Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph stood up. Roark also stands up, takes his hat and meets. The dewgrass colored eyes looked innocent.

... someone like this is doing militant guerrillas?

"... a war refugee who has flown here."

"I have your permission."

Medvege accompanied Captain Solgnac's explanation. Boy soldier Morph wipes his forehead sweat with his sleeve.

The young man said, looking at the three worn out clothes and Roark's winter clothes.

"You look hot. Let's talk inside."

"Right."

The captain agreed to the youth proposal and the four went to the well end. Young people follow.

The captain and Medvege peered through the well and looked around. They're looking for something.

"That? Hit it, all powerless people? How did you get in here?

"Truck"

Juvenile soldier Morph points to a parked truck in the corner of the garden. The young man's gaze moved from the truck to the gate and stopped at Captain Solniak.

"This is a villa reserved for powerful people, so it's inconvenient if you can't use magic."

"... well"

... Oh, I don't have a bucket to pump up the well water.

Roark remembered a barrel with rope he saw in Zolata District. Medvege exchanges a quick glance with the captain and says with a smile.

"Maybe the powerful people were riding with us, so you could get through. I'm working on something else inside right now and I'm busy."

"Oh well. Okay, I'll wash it."

I'm sorry.

The captain bowed his head lightly, and the locks imitated it.

A young man pumps up well water with [manicured water] and washes it one by one. The coolness of the water was pleasant on the body roasted by the sun.