It's all one flower.

Eventually, you lost your roots, the spelldoctor exhaled loudly and nodded with green eyes at Farkill, a boy of the land people.

"... yes. You must cage your magic just before releasing the arrow because you have a short time to retain it."

"Not only does it hit the Warcraft, but if you don't stab it properly, it won't activate."

Chloenier says as the owner of the Magic Tool Store. Farkill asked in momentum.

"What kind of technique is that?

"Because things are arrows, spells such as the [plummeting eagle (eagle)] school are short spells. [Wind Arrow] or [Light Arrow], that's what you say."

Seeing Chloenier describing it with a bitter face, but the spelldoctor Septentorio doesn't block the conversation. Farkill was concerned about rejecting it and asked the dreaded spelldoctor.

"Is there anything else at stake with that arrow?

"No… in the days of the old kingdom, as the Royal Army's controlled equipment, it was supplied to archers"

"What? Wasn't your old soldier a magic warrior?

"Not everyone does. [A plummeting eagle] There are a lot fewer people who have completed the art of fighting demons and warcraft directly against their opponents than you think."

"Really?"

Farkill was unexpected. Knights and soldiers in the magical civilization area just thought they were all magical warriors. As much as such weapons are paid as standard equipment, is it difficult to master the art of the [plummeting eagle (eagle)] school?

Reminds me of the defense team at the North Vieetfi Bridge, Farkil again suffered a chest ache from his apologies.

... hey, so the Lacrimaris Army guys got hit?

If the fire bull had plugged the new road through the woods and the truck from the mobile distributor Praethermissa hadn't escaped into the bridge, the defense would not have lost its life.

"Oh, you know, here, that arrow, are you selling it?

"I'm sorry. We're a cute grocery store with clothes and groceries, so we don't have weapons."

For this reason, the product was not displayed where it entered the customer's sight. All the products are served on shelves in the counter and you have no idea what they are selling or looking around the store. When customers say what tools they need, what features they want, etc., the store owner delivers the right product for them.

If you insist, if you are told that the clothing that the store owner, Chloenier, is unable to wear in various ways is a product sample, you have to snort.

He wears a light-colored apron dress and wears a different colour [protective bow] for his dark hair, which is divided into two pieces. Various spells and spell marks of powerful words were incorporated as designs to reveal laces and frills embellished with plenty, and were put in with dyes, embroidery, etc.

The shopkeeper has raised a [knitting reed cut] school badge (today) around his neck that creates magic tools. Sense, anyway, is the magical garment he created with his own hands.

I was frightened by the words that popped out of the mouth of the old man in the girl's hobby outfit, but Farkill immediately regained his mind and listened.

"So, can you tell me where the weapons store is?

"Are you saying that you are prepared to give up your life?

Unexpectedly, said in a harsh voice, Farkill looked up at the dreaded spelldoctor. There is no anger on that surface, but there is frosty light in the quiet eyes.

"I'm ready to fight...... yet, I don't know. But you can't go anywhere like this."

"But..."

"I have no idea how long the war will last, and if it lasts for half a century, as it did before, captain, or whatever, your life expectancy ends..."

Farkill looked up at the curse doctor Septentorio's green hair and told him to scream halfway.

"We don't have time for the permanent race."

A long-lived racial curse doctor breathes into the words of a boy of a powerless land people. The shopkeeper, Chloenier, removed his cheek wand and stretched his spine.

"Boy, that's why I cut my life short. I'm going down."

"I know. But what else can you do? Huh!

Chloenier shakes his head with a shoulder shake and asks the spelldoctor Septentorio with his eyes open.

Farkill, seemingly disturbed by being told no treatment, did not know what to say and ate his teeth and waited for the spelldoctor's answer.

... Mostly, the spelldoctor is someone else (approx.), he doesn't feel like a buddy, and I know he's worried about me, and I appreciate it... I don't know what to say...

"Weapon proficiency does not become overnight. How many years do you think it will take for an arrow to hit a moving target with a bow?"

The people of the lake, Septentorio, tell Farkill to bite and include. During the former Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom, this curse doctor was a military physician in the Royal Army protecting the people from demons and warcraft.

He, the healer, doesn't seem to have dealt with bows and arrows, but he probably knows the rigors of his training well.

"The Biological Act is the foundation of a major injury."

"So you're telling me to stay on this island until the war is over?

The spelldoctor stopped him again, and Farkill raised his voice to something he wanted to cry about. The curse doctor of the people of the lake says, staring into the eyes where Farkill's tears seep.

"No. You said you were cheating on the guards on the Artel side of the bridge, right?

"I've been fooled? The Artel Army is fine."

Chloenier says funny and sees Farkill with an eye that includes laughter.

"Then again, all you have to do is deceive the Artel army. You don't have to fight the Warcraft."

... I didn't have that idea.

Farkill breathed. Two adults watch the boy in silence.

If you think calmly, if you spend years training on this island, the same thing. Even if I can handle bows and arrows and hunt warcraft, I don't know how long it will take me to collect all the materials to pay for [endless bags].

But the same lies will never work again.

When the Warcraft chased him to the southern island of Lanterna, he said he had fled the Ristover Autonomous Region. The Kirkuls' Artel soldiers let me pass free of faith because the real Autonomous Community people, Captain Solniak, successfully misled me.

At least, the three star road prostitutes and the needle Amiella, at that point, might not have been lying.

The majority of the inhabitants of Nenia are Fluxinus. The northern half of the Nemoralis territory was hit by a unilateral air raid by the Artel army, and the Lacrimalis kingdom, sandwiched between them, is also profoundly annoying and has a strong wind feel for the Kirkurs.

Now, if you say you want to go back to the island of Nenia, you are set to be suspicious.

Now I can't think of any lies to cross the North Vieetfi Bridge. Farkill, his head turned bright white.

"Um... but how...?

"Let's go home once, let's all think"

Farkill now has no other choice but to obey the spelldoctor. Without him, he wouldn't be able to return to his forest stronghold on his own. Giving up, he wrapped two unusable [guardian ribbons] in a bag and left the magic tool shop, Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest.