It's all one flower.

Guests at the spell store seem to have quite the situation. inflate your nose and speak well.

"Yeah, he was one at first, but it was bad that he was a scaly spider. You know what? Scale spider?"

"Was it a big poisonous spider with an iron scale growing surprisingly? I've only seen it in drawings."

"Yes. That's him. If my amateur sees me in Nama, they'll eat me the next moment. His scales play tank cannons, and he can't hit them because he's moving fast, and his army building was smashed with stray bullets."

My voice goes up unexpectedly to my surprise over the effect of Zhenhua Tea.

"Base... did you come looking at it?

"I saw it, or they called me. Do something about the Warcraft."

I was hooked on whether the Artel army did not stop such a pitiful request to deploy, but I asked without pinching my mouth because I was curious about what happened to the Aquillo base.

"For once, they shut me down, but they couldn't ban me on [constraint], and they didn't, because they didn't give me a shutdown fee. Do you mind?"

I hear it's on your face. Cruillo smiled bitterly and urged ahead.

"It seems it was midnight when the Warcraft came out, but we worked hard all night to scale up the damage, and then it got brighter, and then finally a surviving lower soldier cried to us"

The guest magic warrior spoke enthusiastically about how terrible the scene was and how the Warcraft moved and ravaged the Aquillo base.

"The first one ate a soldier, smelled the smell of blood, and the others stopped by, and the demon received meat from the scattered corpse, and it must have grown into a formula."

The curse shop owner came back with a shrunken leather bag in half or so.

When Cruillo stopped by the end of the counter, the shopkeeper said as he handed the leather bag over the counter.

"Thank you for the good stuff. All of our inventory and this is change."

While the Magic Warrior loosened the bag's mouth string and checked the contents, the store owner took out a bunch of spells to protect the building from the drawer (hiccups) on the cupboard.

After the guests returned, the curse shop owner called Cruillo in the back of the store.

"This guy's probably a slice of the Warcraft he knocked down at the base."

"Is this the Aquillo base that says it's devastated..."

That is to say, a warcraft slaughtered (hoffled) shortly after eating an Artel army soldier or a Nemoralist militant guerrilla.

"Wherever it comes from, the riches are superb. Brother, [Eraser of Warcraft] Drain the [Tears of the Sorcerer] from inside and put the charcoal on this bag."

That's all the shopkeeper instructed me to do, I started eating the rest of the mixed sandwich.

Cruillo tightens his mouth string tightly, rubbing a leather bag containing [Warcraft's Eraser] and breaking the charcoal. When I caged my strength, the charcoal that burned the warcraft made a noise and collapsed. Try not to think about what the original was, and rub it in a rub with both hands.

By the time a large chunk was gone from the feeling over the bag, the shopkeeper had finished his lunch and embarked on the task of writing a curse he did not know about Cruillo. Open one out of a colorful bottle filled with special ink and engrave the curse and spell in a magic cage on the parchment of the palm with a silver pen.

Cruillo pours water into the skin bag with [manicured water], separating charcoal from red sesame grain-like [magician's tears].

The curse shop owner wrote up one before the work was done and placed it on the dry shelf. When Cruillo saw it as chilling, it had complex spells and spells that surprised him.

The shopkeeper takes a new parchment and silently writes the same curse. As even a delicate curse appeared on parchment paper from the tip of the silver pen, it seemed magical in itself.

Over and over again, water is put in and out, leaving a red [sorcerer's tear] the size of a sesame grain in a bag, and only black charcoal is washed away with water. Charcoal piled up on a white plate.

Cruillo peeked into the leather bags sometimes to see if there was any charcoal left. The powder of charcoal could be dissolved in water and discharged first, but the pieces of charcoal are large grains and not soluble in water. Even though I thought I could get it all out, I was still hooked to fur feathers (if any) in the leather bag.

When Cruillo had completed the work of separation, the shopkeeper had his hands on the fifth curse. Waiting to write it up and hanging up, the shopkeeper looked at Cruillo with the face he had woken from his dreams and looked over at the plate, whether he was concentrating on the extra work.

Black, coarse powder forms a mountain on a large white plate. The shopkeeper nodded satisfactorily as he peeked at the leather bag.

"Brother, you're good at being an amateur"

"I was helping the pharmacist, so I think that's it."

"Hmm? Oh, is that the medic that the boy was talking about? Thanks for everything."

"I'll tell you"

The store owner shut up with a face like a pigeon had eaten a bean cannon, put one breath down and laughed.

"Brother, I told you. Even a real pharmacist has to have a lot of magic pills and a helper."

"Really? I helped you, you know, throw away the dead tobacco of the herb with your hands... that much, right?

"How many kilometers of herbs did it take?

"Ah..."

Cruillo notices and breathes. If I had left all the pharmacists Awellana alone until such a task, I would still not have been able to get out of the city of Dossici.

The curse shop owner went back to his true face and jarred a bag of [sorcerer's tears] pulled out of [Warcraft's extinguishing charcoal] and said.

"Even this guy is. I was just doing it by hand. I don't know how many days it's gonna take. I don't know about subcontracting, but take pride in your work."

"... Yes"

Cruillo replied from the back of his hot chest, feeling like the store owner's voice had stained the core of his body.