It's all one flower.

The dining room seat was about half filled while I was thinking in front of the store.

"Seats can be anywhere, right?"

Chloenier just made his way to the corner seat. Farkill and the spelldoctor Septentorio rush after him. He settled on a four-man table and looked around the store again.

A large lion statue is placed in the center of the store, and a wooden table is arranged around it. There is a counter seat along the wall near the door and behind the store. I saw the kitchen on the other side of the counter seat in the back.

"Don't hesitate, ask for anything you like"

The two thanked each other and looked up at the menu affixed to the wall. The number of items is small.

... the price, you didn't write it.

I wanted to refrain from cooking too expensive, but I can't help but figure it out. Farkill decided to "fix a meal today" without difficulty.

"Oh, the manager of Lord Guo (Cuckoo), it's rare. Are you a friend?

The daughter of the people of the lake who came to pick up her order wore an adorable apron dress. It's the same color difference that Chloenier wore in the store. Whether it suits the color of your hair or the whole thing is unified with a green color, the lace white and dark green ribbon gives a refreshing look and looks good on you.

"You're my friend. I used to take care of you and your friends."

"No, it's me who takes care of you..."

"You're a curse doctor, aren't you? From now on, we're going to go to Hiki."

My supplying daughter looks at the [blue one-wing] school badge and smiles.

"This isn't the first time. I've been here several times during the Kingdom, but you replaced me."

The daughter of the servant responded with a small lean neck, said the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"I, I was just hired about three years ago, and I don't know the old cot. I'll ask the manager later. Are you ready to order?

"I'm the usual. Don't hesitate, spelldoctors. Say what you like."

"I'd like a lake meal, please"

"Me, on a fixed meal today."

My daughter puts the order through the kitchen in the back and brings the prepared dishes to the other table.

"Do you come here often?

"Yep. I miss it, you know. But I didn't talk to the manager."

"What? Why not?

Farkill overheard.

Cloenier, a long-lived race, lays down his eyelashes (eyelashes) on the drainage.

"'Cause if you think you're dead, I'll make sure... you're not scared. If you don't know, you'll be alive in me forever."

"Really... but..."

"Don't tell me. I know what I'm talking about."

Chloenier blocked the words of the curse doctor.

"I... haven't experienced as many goodbyes as a curse doctor, and I'm not strong enough. He wasn't really on the front line because of his personality."

The spelldoctor Septentorio looked at his mouth and dropped his gaze in an attempt to say something if he could not find a word to hang on a leaning cloenier.

Farkill stopped staying in painful silence and took the tablet device out of his bag. Launch your browser and check out the new news on the portal site.

Earthquake in M3 in southern Lanista

Artel's wheat market turbulence

Missing MPs are safe.

Idol instantly star daughter splits

… the earthquake in Lanista is still there. When the price of wheat goes up, the manager looks like a tough guy.

Farkill tapped the headlines for the latest articles in Economic News.

After the war, as a result of the lake blockade in Lacrimalis, there was a continuing trend in the market for imported wheat on the Artel. There, several private investors repeatedly bought and sold large quantities for speculative purposes. With stop-highs and stop-lows, the deal didn't work properly and the wheat market was rough with havoc.

Related to this, the shares of the flour mill company were crowded out, causing a price collapse. The cheapest brands line up at the end of the article.

Foodstuffs and food-for-food related stocks were also stirred up and devalued, mainly by major bread and noodle companies. Investor buying orders came in that saw price declines as an opportunity, and this one stays at a relatively good margin of decline.

The August wheat market and stock market crease graph was fully linked.

The turbulent fall in wheat prices began on the thirteenth, half-day to one-day late, in the form of stocks following.

To the middle school furkill, I wasn't sure about the market, but the only thing that seemed to be a big deal was enough, passed on.

Below the article is a list of new articles. Farkill opened up a new piece of entertainment news in an attempt to change his mood a little bit.

The idol group "Moments (Again) Ku Xing Daughter (Co)" declared its dissolution at a recent concert, and the two remaining members reconstitute the unit of the same name.

The announcement of the office and an overview of the history of the dissolution followed, with individual comments by members in the relevant article and a link to the article in the case in which it originated.

At the beginning of August, one of the members was attacked by demons and seriously injured. She said she was still in the hospital and that she wanted to quit her idle activities and offered to the office.

The other concert was held without its members.

The office was still laying low on its intention to retire, but other members were exposed in pre-encore MC. Five out of seven, including members in the hospital, said they had announced their retirement on the spot.

Residual members also said it was water in their sleeping ears. Retired members pulled into stage sleeves without singing an encore song, making the venue and stage noisy.

A video of the scene was leaked to the Internet. Other than fans, it is written that the noise has become even greater and greater.

Illegally filmed videos were immediately deleted in protests by the office and music companies, but numerous fans and wild horses had already downloaded them, followed by releases and deletions of Itachi.

... No, already... this, which one should I stick to?

First of all, I was surprised by the fluency (relaxation) with which I held the Idol concert during the war. The dissolution disturbance of the war itself is too peaceful to even sigh.

"Long time no see, Doctor."

The food lined the table and Farkill raised his face from the terminal. My paying daughter graces me and pulls me into the kitchen.

The redhead like a lion's tenderness edged a wrinkly smile. An elderly man in cooking clothes slaps a light mouth on the spelldoctor Septentorio. Older cooks are also long-lived races, and they've known each other since they were military doctors.

"Have you been here the whole time? Only the people of the lake smell of water. If you'd called me, I'd have served every single dish."

"Long time no see. I am the first since… today. It was Chloenier who went all the way through."

Septentorio smiled bitterly and turned his gaze to Chloenier, who sat across the street. The cook's eyes are nailed to the figure of an old man in a tight physique wearing a girl's hobby piece.

"... hey, knight...?

"No more, no more. I quit now and have my own shop."

"My own shop"

The cook listens back with a true face.

Chloenier showed with her eyes the daughters of a busy working paycheck.

"I made that apron dress."

"Hih."

The cook wiped the sweat off his forehead and said hastily.

"Oh, uh, no, sir, he was in charge of tools."

"So stop being a knight. Now he's the manager of the magical cute shop, Lord Guo's Nest.

"Ha... ha..."

The cook turned his eyes to the curse doctor of the people of the lake for help, but the septentorio says nothing but a bitter laugh.

"Well, go ahead and stay cool. I'll serve dessert later, so take your time."

Realizing that all the seats had been filled, the cook turned back to the kitchen.