It's all one flower.

Farkill and the spelldoctor Septentorio walked early enough down the brick aisle avoiding passers-by, signs and products sticking out of the store. There are also regular clothing stores, grocery stores, eight hundred shops and grocery stores, but ancient tool stores and old fashioners deal with all the magic.

... Right. If you have spells or magic tools, you can hunt warcraft...

I look horizontally at products that have been unwrought at the store, and my expectations are raised. But soon I remembered that even the [invisible (invisible) shield] of [protective gloves] could not be used by Locke, and Farkill's feet were dull. The spelldoctor Septentorio trained me, but even though I knew it was just water flying in, I was scared and delayed [shield] deployment.

The [Extinction Mark (Mazhifu)] that you can exchange is to extinguish demons that are weaker than the magic caged in the spell. If it's something stronger than that, the battered area will be scratched.

The use is to grasp a spell and cast a spell, beating demons and warcraft with that fist while the [exorcism] technique is activated - that is, you have to approach demons and warcraft and attack them.

Farkil entered that narrow road and opened the door of Lord Guo's nest.

"Oh, there you are."

He smiled all over the counter, and Farkill was frightened. Even if I knew I was there, I'd still be surprised to look directly at it. As last time, the shopkeeper, Chloenier, was a brunette old man wearing a poor apron dress full of lace and frills.

The spelldoctor Septentorio stops his leg at the door.

Farkill told him what to do in the guise of calm.

"Hi, I brought you a spreading grass hat. Can I have it traded for a ribbon?

I took a bunch of hats out of the hemp bag. The shopkeeper, who was staring directly at the people of the lake that solidifies at the door, turns to Farkill and smiles affectionately.

"Oh, boy, did you bring it to me? It would be very helpful to have this in this season."

The successful finger of the store owner, Chloenier, inspects each and every Hat of the Crawler.

He slowly approached the counter and stood next to Farkill as the spelldoctor Septentorio gazed at the shopkeeper. Seriously stare at the store owner's face from the front.

... The curse doctor, you don't have to be surprised...

Farkill thought it would be rude to look too closely, and thought it would be embarrassing, but that made him feel rude to reject it and unable to say anything.

"Ribbon, what kind would you like?

"Please give me the most stock"

"Does it matter what the effect is? Are you okay?"

"Yes. Um, no one can use it, I'm not here, and I want to make it an exchange, okay?

"Really? You don't have a choice, do you?"

One [shock-resistant] earthy ribbon was removed from the shelf and allowed to grip into Farkill's hand. It is folded in small pieces and fastened with paper tape.

"Thank you"

"No, welcome, thank you. Until about mid-August, I picked up my hat."

Let go of his hand from the boy of the people of land, and turn his sales smile to the people of the lake, who groan beside him.

"Thank you for waiting. What kind of items do you want?

"No, I'm his escort."

"Oh, yeah."

Smiles don't mean anything backwards. Farkill thanked him again and urged the spelldoctor to leave the store.

Farkill whispered, far enough away from Lord Guo's nest.

"Doctor Spell, what happened to that one earlier?

"Is that it?... Ah, ah... that... because it's something I used to know... but no way..."

Are you not confident in your memory or are you far from what you remember? The curse doctor of the people of the lake leaned his green head slightly and shut up.

When it comes to saying that the spelldoctor Septentorio is an "old" acquaintance, I guess I know him hundreds of years ago.

... such a big old cotto, I can remember very well.

I went back to the spellhouse and had the [shock-resistant] ribbon replaced with the [Exorcism Mark (Mazufu)] and went out on the ground. I narrow my eyes unintentionally to the glare.

The underground town of Chernoknyjnik had magical [lights] on, but not comparable to the midsummer sun. Wait for your eyes to get used to it. Afternoon sunlight twitched and burned Farkill's skin.

"Hey! It's terrorism again, bomb terrorism!

I accidentally opened my eyes to the scream of the man and turned to the one who spoke. The walls of the building reflect the sunlight white. I put my hands around my forehead as I narrowed my eyes.

A man of the land people runs through the boulevard screaming. People ran in the opposite direction from him. Storekeepers and store owners go out on the street and watch people go worried. Farkill saw the spelldoctor with his ominous palpitations suppressed.

"Do you want to go see how it goes?

"Let's do it. You said it was a bomb attack, didn't you? Even a solo offender could be planting multiple bombs around the scene, causing a second or third explosion in each other by the time people get together, aiming at spreading the damage."

Spelldoctor Septentorio's story is calm as a former military doctor who survived half a century of civil unrest. That's why Farkill ate down.

"But the injured..."

"With my white coat, I can prevent it to some extent, but still, explosions at close range are dangerous. I'm not going to Wake up and leave you to the locals."

If you are a powerful local citizen, you are wearing clothes with all kinds of protective techniques, like a spelldoctor. I'm confident I won't get killed or injured during the rescue, so I can go see how it goes.

Many times I saw news at my parents' house that the Lanterna Islanders had no casualties and that only the members of the Star Mark (Shigeru) had lost their lives.

... I'm sure the people here are much more used to saying this.

It made me sad to get used to this, and Farkill dropped off the backs of the people heading to the scene.