It's all one flower.

Roark, Amana, and Elantis had Farkill type fragments of the poem into their tablet terminals.

I've thought about it for days and in the end, it didn't come together well, but it's much better than nothing. Because if it's also passed on in fragments, you might be able to touch the eyes of someone who's good at poetry and get it to be a decent lyric.

Whatever's going on out there, the days of the underground city of Chernoknyjnik are calm and say that around noon tomorrow [endless bags] will be complete. Everyone contacted by Fiarlka was shaken by the joy of finally being able to travel and the anxiety of leaving a safe place.

Today, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana is off work and joining the lyrics with the Roarks.

"It's hard to put feelings into words and tell them not to be misunderstood"

"That's right. Besides, poets are awesome for being easy to sing and to fit the song"

Farkill manipulated the tablet terminal while agreeing with Awellana's words, and Roark and the others nodded mysteriously. Awellana, a long-lived race, looks like a girl about a junior high, but is actually older than the Roarks' parents by birth during half a century of civil unrest.

"Lazolnik and his group called in and recruited lyrics on the internet, fine, they have a collection of ideas, but it sounds like it's hard to put them together"

When Farkil sent a fragment of the poem to Razornik and saw the reply and said, Amana tilted her neck.

"The Internet is connected to the rest of the world, isn't it?

"Yes, I am."

"So, Artel and Lacrimaris people are thinking about it, too? Or someone else in a completely different place?

"Hmm? Um, wait a minute..."

Farkill strokes the terminal with his fingers to find out.

Slightly, the harp and the young woman sang. It's the beginning of "All One Flower". A peek at the terminal was a video of four girls from the land people singing. All four of them are wearing pieces like green ethnic costumes. There was no sign of a harp player.

The lyrics appear like subtitles to the movie to match the singing, so that we can sing together.

Below the screen of the video were fragments of thoughts and lyrics arranged in order of date, and the latest proposal was just on.

The screen switched when Farkill touched on the latest proposal displayed at the top and did something. I gaze at the little screen as the girls' song breaks and only the tone of the harp plays. Apparently, this screen introduces itself to the person who made the proposal. There was a country name under the name.

Farkill briefly explains.

"Eh, the name is not the real name, but the internet name that he decided, and below, where he was when he signed up for membership, it doesn't necessarily match the nationality of the person he traveled to..."

"I mean where to travel, or maybe someone who evacuated to Amitostigma or Lacrimaris could get along with the locals and have us and Mr. Farkill send them instead...?

"Yeah. Well, I guess there's a trick to saying that,"

As Roark mouthed his thoughts, Farkill lowered his gaze to the screen as he lay his eyes down.

The person who came up with the latest proposal is to have registered at Amitostigma.

I didn't know if I was really Amitostigma or if the Nemoralis refugees asked the locals to give me a message, I just saw this.

"Uh... uh, yeah. I thought I had to say it, but I couldn't really say it, and now I'm..."

The Roarks noticed with surprise (a lot) what was going on in the foreground that Farkill seemed to squeeze out.

The Lacrimaris boy whispers out of his mind. Amana and Elantis tilted their necks and looked at each other, wondering what was going on, and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana turned her gaze to Farkill.

Roark watches silently, wondering what he heard.

At the end of the song the aftertaste of the harp disappeared and the Inn room became quiet.

Farkill looks up and looks around at everyone and says:

"When I get to Lacrimaris, I say goodbye to everyone, but gathering information on everyone ahead, don't get in trouble... I'll pay for the terminal, and I can't have this much, I need a line contract..."

I get the first half of the story, but I'm not sure what the problem is with the second half.

"Erm... I need a proper address, ID, a bank account to debit my monthly line usage fee, etc."

"You need a contract like a regular phone to use that, don't you?

Socialist pharmacist (dull) Awellana confirmed, middle school Farkill nodded sorry.

"What... Oh, no, it's not Mr. Farkill's fault, and don't worry about it. Nemoralis doesn't have the Internet, and it's okay."

Pharmacist Awellana smiles on her tired face. I worked all the way up to yesterday. Captain Solniak told me this morning to rest in preparation for the trip, but a complexion I don't think I can take as much fatigue off as I took a day off.

... We're too sweet because Mr. Awellana is an adult.

Guilty of the pharmacist's complexion of the lake people, Roark shifted his gaze to Farkill's face so he could escape.

"For information, there's a truck radio and my radio, and there 'll be newspapers in a city where you can live properly, and you'll be fine."

"That's what... Mr. Razolnik asked the Nemoralis MPs who had exiled to Amitostigma..."

As Roark said, Farkill shook his neck sideways weakly.