It's all one flower.

Through the messy underground aisle with the products and signs sticking out of the store, enter the magic tool shop, Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest.

I delivered twenty of Medvege's finely crafted Hats and received two [Guardian Ribbons].

"You're a good craftsman. Knitting so beautifully..."

"I'm not a real person."

"Really? You have a reputation and you can sell it."

"I'll tell you"

Farkil was also largely used to the owner of Lord Guo's nest, Chloenier. Girl full of lace and frills A rough old man in a hobby apron dress, but not a bad guy.

He looks like an acquaintance of the spelldoctor Septentorio, but neither of us said anything. I wonder what kind of acquaintance you know, but it's kind of hard to hear.

"Are you going back to the spell store again after this?

"No. The spell is disposable, so I want a weapon that won't be used less for exorcising demons..."

"Oh, you work hard. Does anyone know how to fight have athe?

Chloenier rides herself out of the counter with half her impression and half her worry.

Captain Sornyak, the three star road prostitutes are Kirkurs, although they know how to handle guns. He may also be wearing the way he fights with a knife, but instead of using magic weapons, he'll never even touch them.

Everyone else, including Farkill, had never been trained to fight.

I have had the spelldoctor Septentorio accompany me and train me to use the [Invisible (invisible) Shield], but I still don't even remember to protect myself. I didn't feel it was enough to have a few lives, such as dealing with a warcraft.

Farkill had no choice but to shake his head sideways.

"Yes... if it's a hint, I can give it to you."

"Tip......?

Chloenier says sorry and sees a chilli and a spelldoctor over Farkill's shoulder. The curse doctor of the people of the lake said nothing.

"As much as it's impossible for a powerless people to fight with their swords without any training at all, the boy knows, right?

"Yes... I can't use my magic gear, so it's dangerous to just get close to the Warcraft"

Heard in a gentle voice by the owner of Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest, Chloenier, Farkil chewed up remorse and toothitch. A force enters the hand that unconsciously holds the [protective ribbon].

In the thick chest plate of the shopkeeper decorated with lace, the [knitting reed cut (Yoshikiri)] school badge (today) glowed under a light similar to moonlight. The lights in this shop are also a [light] technique that the owner turned on.

... because there is no magic... "a powerless people"... right.

I have no power to fight, no power to defend myself.

"Then you just stay away and attack from afar"

"From afar...? Ahhh...!

Farkill's face shines in the store owner's wild voice.

"Jumping tools......"

Chloenier raised the corner of his mouth just to get my will.

Even on the mainland of Artel, the police and vigilantes are armed with silver bullets to counter warcraft. The Republic of Artel is a nation of scientific civilization with Kirkulusism as its national religion, but even modern weapons could have managed quite a bit if warcraft equipped with the flesh of this world had been its opponent.

Farkill rejoiced for a moment but immediately dropped his shoulder.

"I don't have a gun body, silver bullets are expendable after all, and you have to train quite a bit, you can't hit it..."

If I can't do it, I can think of as many.

Captain Solniak and his men may be able to hit a moving target, but there's nothing we can do without a gun. Bullets are expensive, too, if they're made of silver.

Demons without entities, if they eat the creatures of this world, increase the concentration of existence in this world, eventually obtaining flesh and warcrafting. The people of Artel were taking being attacked by demons and warcraft with the same feeling as other accidents and illnesses.

I paid the haulier for the advertising revenue of the video, and if it was just people, I could see a way to get around (rarely). But I'm not leaving my mobile dealership truck. The [endless bags] of four-ton trucks that could be put in as a whole had soaring prices due to the lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Without it, you can always leave the island of Lanterna, in Artel territory, and [jump] to the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, but without a truck it's hard to live after that. It was a headache issue for the Farkills.

Chloenier smiled, shaking her neck to the side.

Boy, it's not a gun.

"What? So what is it?

The shopkeeper Kroenier's gaze is pointed behind Farkill. Turning around, the spelldoctor Septentorio leaked his breath small.

"… but bows and arrows have a shorter range and cannot cross the defense of the Warcraft unless they are closer than guns." If you don't cage your magic, you're just an arrow. "

"Well, bows and arrows need training for everything, but it's a lot better than holding the [Exorcism (Mamezu)] curse and going to beat him with your bare hands"

Chloenier inflates his cheeks at the point of a former military doctor of the people of the lake.

Farkill ate into the first word he heard coming out of the mouth of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"What is it, Doctor?

"It's..."

A curse doctor noticed his own rudeness and tied the lips he had said. Farkill eats down with an unaware pretence.

"Er... [Devil's Arrow], is that a magical arrow? If you cage magic, you can defeat a warcraft or something, right?

There are two wizards in the mobile retailer Praether Massa. Even if the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the employee Cruillo can't handle bows and arrows, they'll be enough to accompany the Warcraft hunt and cage their magic in the arrows.

Allocation of roles with appropriate materials.

Farkill has come to the feeling that if we all work hard, we'll figure it out. Alternate look at the curse doctor with his mouth and the shop owner with his cheek cane on the counter and prompt him for an answer.

Store owner Chloenier wraps his fingers around a chain of [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school badges (today) that create magical tools, keeping an intriguing eye on Farkill and the spelldoctor. The spelldoctor Septentorio closed his eyes firmly and wrinkled between his eyebrows.