It's all one flower.

The old man walked right down the entrance aisle when he accounted for it in the [Ribbon of Guardians] and the dragon gall (Lindo) sign led him to the landmark spell shop.

As Farkill said, the dragon gall sign hung on the door is a sculpture so refined that it sighs. The old man in women's clothes does not hesitate to open up and enter with a voice.

"Gentius, I've brought a customer."

"That? Both of us..."

"What's wrong?

Farkill and the spelldoctor Septentorio in the counter seat, round their eyes. I went into the back of a narrow store and my old man turned back to the door.

"Oh, spelldoctors, do you know each other?

"Shall I say I know you… who live with us"

Cruillo, Farkill and Medvege nod at the same time to the subtle description of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

Medvege explained that he was attacked by a warcraft in the woods and escaped with his life.

A woman from the people of the lake of the ancestors looks up from the tablet terminal and listens with intrigue. The men of the people of the lake, like the shopkeepers, also came out of the back to the store after interrupting the work.

Explaining to the point where the old man in women's clothes had been given lunch, the spelldoctor Septentorio finally loosened his expression.

"It depends on you being safe. Farkill, we'll stay here until we're done collecting your intel, but what are we gonna do?

"If there's too many people out there, it'll get in the way of business."

Medvege turns to the curse shop owner. The store owner didn't say anything just because he stuck his shoulder up.

"So why don't you come to my store? I want you to sketch the cape."

"We know his shop, too. We'll meet up later."

It was decided by the spelldoctor's voice, and the Cruillos left the spellhouse behind.

... Er, this guy, a craftsman I know who used to be a knight?

Cruillo felt indescribable as he walked about an old man wearing a girl hobby piece.

I don't know how far Farkill has explained the situation of our mobile retailer Praether Massa. Kruilo dived into the door of Lord Guo's nest, a magic tool shop, keeping his mind closed so that he wouldn't say anything unnecessary.

A shelf that reaches the ceiling is placed beyond the counter of a single board with the season. More space for guests than the spell shop just now, but from the counter to the wall, it's wide enough for Cruello to spread his arms.

An old man in women's clothes pulls into the back of the counter.

"Wait a minute. I'll be right there."

Medvege lowered his hips to the tall chair lined up in front of the counter.

The shelf has a drawer and a small door that you have no idea what you're selling. The walls were engraved with spells and curses of all kinds of protection, but there was not a single list of products or any kind of advertisement.

... How are we doing business?

Cruillo looked around the store and tilted his neck, but he remembered saying he had just made a fixer's uniform, and I guess it was order production, convinced himself.

"Thank you for waiting."

The old man changed into a pastel green apron dress and showed up with a sketchbook and writing equipment. As usual, not knowing how to react to the area of women's clothing, Cruillo met with an ambiguous look.

"I'm late for my offer, but I, Chloenier. He's the manager of the magical cute shop, Lord Guo's Nest. Nice to meet you."

"It's Medvege. The kid told me about this shop."

"Oh, yeah."

"This guy was selling it here, too, wasn't he? You're dealing with a noisy mon, too, aren't you?

Medvege pounds a magic dagger hanging from her waist.

"Oh, that's special. I gave him what I used to use."

"What?"

"Oh, haven't you heard? Because I have to pick the horns of the bull of fire, because I really want the power to fight, because I don't ask."

"Was it? Thank you."

Cruillo, surprised by Farkill's enthusiasm, bowed his head to his former knight, Chloenier, who broke me.

An old man in women's clothes, Chloenier, smiles bitterly on his stern face.

"No... that's okay. If it's a thank you, the boy and the curse doctor told me a lot. That Co, looks like he's got a lot of web money, so I don't like buying a decent weapon in a store around there, even if it's a tough one..."

"Oh, this guy sure is a good sword. If this brother had a magic cage, I would have killed a fresh red snake."

"Oh, you're strong."

"I know a little, but I don't think you're a powerless people. I'm not strong enough. I just slashed my feathers and I couldn't take them down."

Medvege briefly spoke of the earlier backdrop (Tenmama). Chloenier hears herself on the counter and clouds her face. Cruillo bit his back teeth off and closed his eyes all the time.

... If only I could fight better...

"It was. I'm glad we made it."

Lift your eyelids up to Chloenier's voice. Even wearing a girl hobby apron dress can't hide its bodily success.

It has been more than one hundred and eighty years since the Knights were dismantled with the republican transition of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis and restructured into a modern army. He must have quit at the same time as the spelldoctor Septentorio, but he keeps muscle tres and all that. Cruillo turned a complicated eye to the discrepancy in clothing taste and physique.

... If you're going to fight demons and warcraft with bees, even a powerful people will have to work out this much.

I didn't think I could fight as long as I had a magical weapon, but Cruillo was reminded once again of his weakness, with bitter things in it.

"Now, brother, I'm sorry to leave you standing, but could I see your cape?

Cruillo stood at the wall in front of the counter, spreading his cape with both hands and turning his back on Chloenier.