It's all one flower.

From the stairs of the miscellaneous building, descend to the underground town of Chernoknyjnik. Farkill could vividly recall the directions he had just taken once.

Follow a familiar sign and follow a curved passage. It was early in the morning that I went through that day, before opening hours, but now after noon there are many people on the street, and the brick aisle has products and floor-standing signs sticking out.

They held hands together so as not to fall off, and walked with their bodies obliquely twisted.

Unexpectedly, the spelldoctor Septentorio stops his leg. It's closed, in front of the store where the shutters went down. Pull over to the edge so you don't get in the way of traffic.

"What's the matter, Doctor?

"This store... I know it"

"What?"

"When I was in the army, I came here a few times."

"Well, from now on here [jump]..."

"You can't. Because the entire underground area is connected by a [leap] exclusion."

The spelldoctor smiled bitterly, blocking Farkill's words. A wizard is a natural security precaution. Besides, there are people in this place for business days. It's dangerous to jump to a place like this, even without a bond. I was embarrassed to speak without thought, and Farkill silently listened to the spelldoctor's explanation.

"At the time, there were several places where we could jump, but whether we still have them..."

Farkill took the tablet terminal out of the bag. Launch to check the net connection. Horrified by the connection, I opened the image folder.

"When I came here before, I took pictures of directions and I remembered them because I looked back over and over again. Shall we shoot this store too?

"Is that okay? Number of photos, are you okay?

"Number?"

"The rest of the film......"

That's it, Spelldoctor Septentorio, he's got his mouth shut. He noticed something different. Furkill also nodded vaguely and explained, not knowing what the specifics were, I assumed they said about the old camera.

"We can still afford the capacity, so it's okay."

I'm not sure of a few stores because I don't have a store name, but I'll take a picture of them painted on the shutter and have the curse doctor confirm it.

"Thank you. It's the dining room. Once upon a time, there was a staircase right around here, and if nothing happened, I came here for a little lunch."

"Really?"

He nodded at the curse doctor, who said happily, and Farkill looked up at the sign. There were no letters, and two fish with mushrooms painted a circle and looked down the brick aisle. Wooden signs have apparently been welcoming customers for over two hundred years in underground corridors that are not exposed to sunlight or wind and rain.

Is there still the same person or is it protecting the same flavor or what is going on in the shutters?

"Is the tool store far away?

"No, I'm almost there"

Opening the spellhouse door, one shopkeeper greeted Farkill unfathomably. In a small store, you don't have to look around again, you don't have to hide.

Following Farkill, the Lake People's Spelldoctor Septentorio entered reluctantly. The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow with Oya and welcomed a new guest with a good voice of heartfelt affection.

"There you are. We're the spellmakers. I'm working on some medication material, but what can I do for you?

"No...... sorry. I'm his escort."

The old man of the spell shop moves his gaze from his fellow man to Farkill. Without words, he was turned to surprise and Farkill got a little upset.

"Well, I recently met him on this island."

"Right. Well, sit down."

The curse house of the people of the lake turned its back on the two of them and began preparing their tea.

Farkill hooked the hemp bag onto the back of the chair, placed the bag on the counter and put out the medicine to be delivered. The spelldoctor Septentorio reluctantly lowers his hips next to it.

"You, look at your face."

"Yep. Recently... because I've just arrived"

Two lake people peer at each other with green eyes. The incense of town flower tea poured into the cup filled the store, and Farkill lost the power of his shoulder, which was unknowingly in there.

The spellmaker overlaps the question with a slightly horned voice.

"So you're new to this city, too. It's a mess, you're gonna get lost, aren't you?

"Right. I've been here several times during the Kingdom, but things are completely different..."

"There's a city up there, and it's all over."

"Yep. It was a field at the time. The manager, too, has been doing business here since then?

The spelldoctor Septentorio asks a subtle question. Farkill took the medicated wipe bag out of the bag and settled into the chair.

"I trained elsewhere when I was young. Sometimes when you're a craftsman at one end of the spectrum and you want to be independent, you hear that the end of the wind tree is over."

"Ever since, here...?

The spellmaker nodded and placed the cup of town flower tea in front of the two of them.

"When the store was hippocampal, it was interesting to go upstairs and see more and more houses built.... Boy, which pill are you on today?

Farkil put out an envelope made of copy paper from a wipe bag and explained it exactly as the pharmacist (dull) Awellana told him. The store owner opens several disclosures while listening to the explanation and checks the contents. I re-wrapped it, counted the drug wrapper, and put it on the books.

"I don't know, the material seems to be gathering well."

"Well... the plant system... you know, really horns of fire bulls, eyebrows of four-eyed wolves, warcraft... do I have to get it? I mean, is this island here?

The voice that asks the question is shivering.

To pick material from warcraft, we must not break the nucleus of existence. Only a physical attack, or magic, must dare to remove the steeple and suppress the todome with a physical attack.

The only thing likely to be a weapon with the belongings of the mobile distributor Praether Massa is a knife and cutter knife, and a magic knife. Captain Solniak, the star path. The three courageous men, with combat training, have not asked if they have any actual experience with warcraft.

"I'm here, so I asked for the extermination."

"Such an unscrupulous"

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, raised a protest on Farkill's behalf.

"On this island, even the powerless people cannot live long enough. Neither the army nor the police can help us. You need the strength to fight, whether you go or stay."

"With a powerless people... how do you fight that?

Remembering the bull of fire he encountered on the island of Negna, Farkil heard in a crying voice.