It's all one flower.

Chloenier, who dropped off the cook's hindsight, smiles superbly at the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thanks to you, I was able to see you well."

"No... I have nothing..."

"Ugh. If the curse doctor hadn't come, I wouldn't have known. Thank you."

I say it in a changed tone, I bow my head. The spelldoctor clouded the words in confusion and obscurity. Among the same underground town of Chernoknyjnik, we've spent more than a hundred years with each other and without knowing because of the distance.

... Mr. Kroenier, you always seem to be here alone, and you must have been eating at the counter near the door.

I can see the back from the kitchen. Now the lion's shop manager can't believe he's a knight.

"I'm sorry it got kind of wet. You're hungry. Eat, eat."

Chloenier looks up and suggests to both of us to eat in a bright voice.

Farkill turned his attention to a one-plate lunch. Muniel, a white fish, was a dish baked with spices and flour over fish fillets.

... Oh, I've eaten this, too, in that mansion.

Muniel in the dining room "Lion's Shop" tasted different than the cook in the mansion of the head of the Dossici City Commercial Union, but both were unbeatable and delicious.

Chloenier says with a naughty grin on the furkill flattened one foot away.

"Boy, I'm sorry I kept you waiting. Don't stumble off the spell doctor's plate if you haven't eaten enough yet."

Farkill didn't think so and saw the "Lake Fixed Meal" plate ordered by the curse doctor. Your main one looks like Muniel, but the whole thing is green.

"Besides the spices, I also have green and blue. When the land people eat, they become addicted to copper."

A curse doctor of the people of the lake noticed the sight of the two let them lift a bite with a fork. It's a regular white fish inside.

"Oh, no, it's enough. So, it's okay"

Are the other customers from an underground store? When they finish eating, most of them leave. Several groups of guests, like the Farkills, enjoyed a relaxing meal as they chatted.

"It's a service from the manager"

A different servant daughter whispered earlier and put down a plate of dessert. Apron white dazzles in a calm red dress.

"Oh, my God, you're so cared for."

Chloenier narrowed his eyes to a chiffon cake served with raw cream.

... I'm the only one who ate this good stuff and I'm sorry about something.

Farkil remembered everyone who endured crude food at the base. But with what Farkill himself can get, he can't buy everyone a souvenir and go home.

The fluffy, supposed sweet chiffon cake peppered with guilt as soon as I put it in my mouth and the flavor disappeared.

After the meal, Chloenier overheard the [key] saying on the door of his shop, Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest, and sent them home first.

"I don't know what to call inadvertent..."

Open the door with the euphemism and step into the store with the spelldoctor Septentorio smiling bitterly. Farkill went on in, too, closing the door and saying.

"A curse doctor doesn't do bad things."

"What do you think?

The two sat down in the counter chair and waited for Chloenier to finish the payment and return. Put a tablet terminal on the counter and the two of us will check the news.

New arrivals in the political category remain "missing MPs safe" just now. Somehow, when it opened, it was not the Artel Republic, but the news of the MPs of the Nemoralis Republic.

The two look at each other unexpectedly and proceed to read the article.

Among the members of Congress who had been missing since the recent raid on the Senator's quarters, Mr. Asakor, the leader of the two-wheeled Axis Party, and an unaffiliated Senator Laquéus from the Ristover Autonomous Region, visited a refugee camp in Amitostigma, a certain.

They said that if they returned to Nemoralis, they would be threatened with another raid, so they would stay in Amitostigma for the time being, and in some cases there could be asylum.

He says that requests received from Nemoralists who inspected refugee camps and fled the scourge of war will be communicated to the Nemoralis government, through the Fraxinus and Kirkrus denominations.

The related article contained a summary of the raid on the Senator's quarters and a link to the list of dead, wounded and missing persons.

"I can't believe this happened..."

The two lost their words after reading the brief on the case.

... I cared about Artel and other country moves, but I didn't check the news on the Nemoralis side. I need to see that one from now on.

A Nemoralist septentorio stares at the screen as it eats in. Firkill matched that gaze and let the screen scroll.

"Thank you for waiting. I'm sorry I talked to you so much. Did any other customers come?

"What, uh, yes! It's okay. No one came."

Farkill accidentally ran out of his mouth, although it didn't seem okay as a store management.

Chloenier doesn't care, he goes in the back of the counter. When he came out a while later, he placed the yellow [protective ribbon] on the counter.

"The cage you brought me, it was so good quality. If you add magic, durability, and lighten magic, it's going to be a beautiful shopping cage."

"Thank you. I'll tell the man who made it."

"This is... well, regardless of the season, trade one bow for five."

"Thank you.... Oh, and, lunch, it was a treat"

After the magic tool shop, Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest, return to the spellhouse.

Lord Guo's nest is slower to open, so it will be a hassle twice, but it was not bitter.

The underground town of Chernoknyjnik is filled with shops and products that look interesting and look like a little toy box. It was fun just to see it passing by, and as I walked thinking about if there was anything I could possibly use for something, I got there right away.