It's all one flower.

Rub an assortment of fried cruello and half an amana mixed sandwich. A few vegetables mixed with vanilla and fried, chickens and fish were all rusty and delicious.

When I chipped to see what everyone else was eating, the frying rate was high.

... When I was at the base, I had to turn it to scratch pills, so I couldn't even fry it.

The accompanying raw vegetable and seafood soup was also not possible with the scarce food at the base.

The boulder does not extend to the mansion of the city of Dossici, but the cafeteria "Lion Shop" in the underground town of Chernochnijnik does not have all the stubbornness of the format. It is just right and cozy for the common people Kruillo.

"Amana, you like eggs, don't you? Eat all the egg sandwiches."

"Are you sure? Then your brother is a chicken lover, so all chicken fritters are fine."

The meal goes on with saying that.

The tired pharmacist (dull) Awellana also slept a little better and had a pretty good complexion.

I am eating bright green bread with green blue (bastard), green soup that I don't really understand the utensils, and chicken sautéed. If the land people mouthed a dish with green and blue, it would cause addiction, but it was indispensable for the people of the lake to maintain their health.

Amiella, who sits across from Awellana, also seems to have returned her appetite for what her expression cannot, eating well.

"Heh, are you a needle? What kind of stuff can you make?

"Er, it's normal clothes. Magic... I can't use it..."

"Yes. What type of clothes do you call it?

"T-shirts and trousers that we're all wearing right now... a piece..."

Chloenier sitting in the same birthday seat as Fiarluca at noon takes an eye on everyone's clothes.

"You're doing the basics. You've been in the inn for ten days, haven't you? My shop, could you give me a hand?

"But I, the magic..."

Croenier says with a sunflower smile to Amiela, who said it in a likely disappearing voice and stopped the hand of the meal.

"It's okay, I've already done the embroidery and dyeing, so I just need physical sewing, but there's a lot of them anyway... oh, of course, I'll pay the wages right"

Amiella saw Captain Solgnac.

As a Kirkulus, I guess it's outrageous, like helping you make magical clothes. But I'm thankful to offer to let you make more money than I know about the living conditions of Lacrimalis and Nemoralis. I have no idea if I can get a job right back home.

Reading the strays and perplexities of the needle, the platoon captain of the Star Way Prostitute Army said in a serene voice.

"It's not much different from selling cranberries. If it's technically possible, you can take it."

Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph also snort with their mouths full of cooking cheeks.

The Kirkurs terrorist group "Star Way Prostitute Army", formed in the Ristova Autonomous Region, is moderate in terms of faith compared to the fundamentalist international terrorist organization "Star Mark (Shinobu)".

Amiella heard in a nervous, slightly trembling voice.

"Um... I've never made a fancy dress like that..."

"I just got a massive order, it's okay because it's a men's vest. The design is simple."

"Well, maybe... it's okay"

"Thanks. Never mind if you can't do it all by the time you leave. Because I originally made it by myself."

Chloenier says with a soft smile. Harried inside, Cruillo, who was listening, was horrified. Amana whispers, too, and you're glad your sister is, I'm happy.

"Oh, um, can I help you, too?

Leno and Chloenier marvel at Pinatifida's thin voice.

"Oh, you, too, Mr. Needle?

"No, I'm a baker, but just a little bit of sewing... the clothes I'm wearing now, I sewed them myself"

"Yeah. So, you want me to help you?

After breakfast tomorrow, I decided to go to Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) Nest, a shop in Chloenier.

Leno seems worried, but Pinatifida's will seems stiff. He was politely thankful to Chloenier.

"Me and this kid, can you let me work my way through the grass in that store over there?

"Oh, the toko I make, can you show me again? It's an alley in a narrow place, okay?

"Even the manager, if it's not annoying, we're good....... hey?

When Medvege asked for his consent, Juvenile Soldier Morph nodded vigorously with his cheeks swollen like squirrels.

Somehow it will be about tomorrow's plans in the stream.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana makes the medicine as usual, and Leno makes the medicine under it. Yep, the needle Amiella and Pinatifida, the spruce worker Medvege and the boy soldier Morph work at the Chloenier store.

"Mr. Cruillo, I want to talk to you in the morning about the news earlier. Farkill, do you mind if I ask you to go out with me?

"Uh... yes. I was wondering too..."

Captain Solgnac called me out, and I accidentally responded, but I was anxious that it was something Amana wouldn't be able to hear.

"Amana, it's time to study in the room where we work with Tis. Mr. Awellana, do you mind?

"Yeah, I don't mind at all."

"Thank you, Leno. Please."

"Fine, fine, this much"

The only thing that hasn't been decided about tomorrow is Roark.

Leno asks as manager. Roark was a little dodgy in the spotlight, but managed to twist (twist) the errand out.

"So, um... study, teach both of us... or... so, okay?

"Please. Active High School Teachers"

Roark gave a complicated look to Leno's words, but immediately nodded with a smile.

... I haven't been to school a day since I was burned out in February, and I'd say I'm active.

Cruello felt bitter about Leno's rudeness, but he could not speak.