It's all one flower.

"Heh, you've really been sourcing [Warcraft Charcoal]. Let's do it."

"But I got it, not me..."

"You have a reliable companion, right? Isn't that nice? Connections are within your power."

Farkil neither denied nor affirmed with an ambiguous look at the admiring curse shop owner.

"Because there is so much and so much variety today," said the curse shop owner, leaving the store number to the haulier witch Fiarlka, who took her luggage and pulled her back in. Fiarlka replies carelessly and messes with the tablet device in her usual seat.

Farkill also worked on downloading map information while waiting for the store owner's assessment. One spelldoctor septentorio got out of hand, sorry, but I can't help it.

Topographic maps of the Langoust Peninsula and aerial photographs. Situated west of Artel's capital, Rufus, it is a large peninsula facing the Gulf of Straja.

For starters, the whole peninsula with low magnification. Then stop by Aquillo Base. On the way to the zoom, aerial photos turned into text messages.

... Oh, well. Military secrecy. Satellite photograph data, request for deletion.

It was far-fetched. But low magnification aerial photographs and topographic maps alone would do a lot of good. The militant guerrilla means of travel is a [leap] technique, so you don't need an intrusion or escape route, but it could be as clueless as predicting how to get out over there.

Around Aquillo Base is a meadow area, with a few roads leading to the base, through which there are no other private houses or anything else. The nearest is the countryside, about ten kilometers away.

Close the map and now open the bulletin board you previously saw.

The log would have flown, and I would not have been able to see it if I hadn't signed up for paid membership.

I gave up and entered this search term in my memories. Find familiar photos and open the blog you're posting.

It was that Military Mania blog. Bookmark and download Aquillo Base exercise photos one after the other.

Tanks were also deployed at this base.

... you might get along with the ground troops.

Farkill copied and saved not only the image of the tank, but also the text of the description, which speaks excitedly of performance. From what I've learned, I don't think I can do anything about it with a handheld machine gun or a grenade against a tank.

Still, it's much better than knowing nothing about the enemy's power.

"Oh, boy, thank you for the good stuff."

Voiced in an upbeat mood by the curse store owner, Farkill raised his face from the terminal. The list of books is checked for completion in about half.

"So let me tell you a good tip."

A curse doctor who finishes his tea with Zhenhua turns an interesting eye to the curse shop.

All three others in Farkill are lake people, but I have never felt alienated in this store. The store owner and Fiarlka trust Farkill as a customer and Farkill also trusts them. In a nutshell, even the curse doctors in difficult relationships had some trust in each other.

"This time it was the whole thing, but the carry-on wasn't part of the black grill, you don't know if it was a warcraft or what, do you?

"Yeah, that's right"

Furkill sweated cold on his back saying he had been grabbed by a stuffed animal.

"If you burn it, the Warcraft can also have [Tears of the Wizard]. Well, even creatures in this world can do magic."

"Really?

Farkill thought it was the only thing in the human wizard, coming from its name. It should also not crystallize unless it is ashed without leaving it to the bone.

"The Warcraft's can have a red color after bleeding. And if you do it and make it black, you can chipmunk it all over your body."

"Heh."

Farkill as well as the spelldoctor admire the description of the spellhouse.

"Creatures in this world, including humans, don't crystallize their magic until they're completely ashed, so that's the difference"

"In short, if you break the charcoal a little, you'll know if it's a real thing or a nice thing, wax"

The haulier witch Fiarlka said without even raising her face from the tablet device. The spelldoctor Septentorio turns a surprise (a lot) at what he's doing, but Fiarluca is fine.

Where tablet devices are prevalent, as is often the case, they appear oddly in the eyes of Nemoralist spelldoctors.

"At this rate, you'll get the rest together soon. Don't worry about him."

"Yes, thank you"

As soon as I left the spellhouse, I sighed.

... Horns of fire bulls or something.

I don't know if they're looking at my foothold or if I don't want the Farkills out of this island, but it's a pretty lame demand.

"Are you all right?

"What? Ah, ah... the horns of a bull on fire or something... I don't know what to do..."

"Oh, if you can't encounter it, you won't get it."

The former military doctor of the people of the lake snorted in the understandable wind and sympathized with Farkill.

... No, not that way...

I'm in trouble because even if I encounter it, I don't have an athe to defeat it, but I guess the strong don't know that.

Furkills, the truck from the mobile dealership Praethermassa fled to Lanterna Island in a raid by the Warcraft and was unable to return.

I just made you understand how weak you are, and I won't let the curse doctor fight you.

Farkil hurried to Lord Guo's nest, a magic tool shop.

The underground town of Chernoknyjnik extends to the southern part of the island of Lanterna. It is more historic and vast than the earthly city of Cardafstovaux.

All the passage walls, floors, and ceilings incorporate a variety of protective techniques from the [Suspended Suspension (Caquez)] school, making it a fortress that can counter demons, etc.

Lunch starts to be served at the restaurant, and I can smell it coming down the aisle. The smell of meat burning made Farkil's belly ring. It would not have been heard by the spelldoctor Septentorio, confused by the call of the store that fills both sides of the aisle and by the people's talk, but it is somewhat disgraceful.

I bring bread for lunch. Manager Leno baked it for me this morning. Shortly after breakfast, manager Leno was taken by militant guerrillas and jumped to the base of Nenia Island.

... The store managers, are you okay?

Farkill picked up his pace.