It's all one flower.
529. No takeover
The spelldoctor Septentorio changed the subject slightly.
"We can instantly send out photos and video as well as letters and audio. There's a movie theater-like place in the network, where supporters put footage of refugee children singing, and in just a few days, more than a million people around the world watched it and made donations, etc."
"Not only Artel, but the Nemoralists, the people who fled to foreign countries are helped by that, aren't they?
A young soldier standing at the door corrected his posture and asked questions.
"That's right. The headquarters of the Hunan Economic Newspapers was in Amitostigma, and they called not only on the newspaper side, but also on the Internet, attracting donations and support."
Speaking in memory of the newspaper articles cut out on the island of Lacrimaris, the soldiers' expressions were slightly brightened.
The spelldoctor Septentorio carefully reorders the order and puts out the information as he sees the reaction.
"Lacrimaris has internet communication facilities available for pilgrims and I have shown them to my Lacrimaris supporters. Few people come and go with Nemoralis and Lacrimaris to work."
"If you find someone who says that and ask for a message, will you pass it on to your Amitostigma supporters and to me in the refugee camp? Would it be convenient for you to go?
The corporal's voice heard with half a laugh was trembling slightly.
"There is no guarantee that it will be conveyed, but it's not a wacko with no hope at all."
"Well, I just found out I had the means, but it made me feel a little easier. Thank you, Doctor."
The corporal moisturizes his eyes and thanks him. In that language, the spelldoctor came up with speaking as one of his means of communication.
"Are you all aware of the raid on the Senator's quarters in the capital?
"Oh, a lot of congressman sensei's been killed, and they're still missing."
The soldiers' expressions tightened as soon as possible.
"Some of the missing are fleeing the country because if they stay in Nemoralis, the raiders could kill them"
"Are you sure? Spelldoctor, did you meet the senator?
"In person, I haven't seen him. I watched Amitostigma's refugee camp with local politicians, government officials, volunteer organizations, etc., on an Internet video."
"Do you know which party's sensei?
"Come on......? There were a couple of senators from the land people, but I'm a lake people, so hey..."
The spelldoctor Septentorio answered, realizing that no local paper in Nemoralis had appeared on the matter (of course) and that there were no articles in the Hunan Economic Newspaper, laying low the party name, etc.
A sharp question flies from the corporal.
"So why did you think you were a Nemoralis senator?
"Because it was in the paper. There was also a photograph of the inspection, so you can be sure."
"That, too, into the Hunan economy?
"Yes. The Hunan Economic Newspaper was putting that footage on the Internet. So if you ask the volunteer group that was with the senator, they might send you a letter as they [jump] to the refugee camp."
"Is it also Ali who asks newspaper reporters..."
The corporal says it like a solitary, and the other soldiers shut up with faces that spin their thoughts over each handover.
...... I hope the two wheeled Axis Party people left in the Nemoralis don't get annoyed.
The spelldoctor Septentorio was hooked to his heart by the way he pursued his corporal. The air is distinctly different from that of an individual who guides his or her family earlier. I chewed the umbilicus (here) to say if I gave the information incorrectly, but I can't take back the words I put out of my mouth once.
A corporal in military uniform returned to his private face to hear as the spelldoctor Septentorio was observing the soldiers' reaction.
"Is anyone inside the curse doctor safe?
"No, during half a century of civil unrest… I was left alone working in other cities"
"Ah! What the hell..."
"No, don't worry. Earlier, you said that you were just making the autonomous region look like an autonomous community, but how much are you rebuilding there now?
Turning his gaze to the young soldier, the soldier who spoke cheating shook his neck sideways and distorted his licence to an ironic grin.
"Reconstruction is not a monster. It's another beautiful city."
"... did you do a thoughtful zoning?
... in such a short period of time? What happened to the land negotiations?
When the spelldoctor uttered the question, he looked at the Autonomous Community with another soldier's indescribable face and asked the question.
"Do you know how the Autonomous Community was originally?
"No, I have been treated for injuries in occupational accidents in the Autonomous Community…"
"Are there any magically treated Autonomous Communities?
The corporal said in dismay, and the other soldiers looked uncomfortably at the autonomous community.
What you can see from the opposite window is another gate that is tightly closed, backlit with the factory lights that are still in operation. When I cleared my ears, I heard the machine drive.
"In the event of serious injuries at several establishments, the Citizens' Hospital of Zerneau was supposed to be the receptacle for the employer's intentions."
"Oh, Chengcheng. When you're unconscious, heal him, and he won't be around to tell you to put him back in his injured body."
Corporals, the soldiers at the checkpoint are unaware of the arrangements between the city of Zerneau and the autonomous community of Listver. The spelldoctor Septentorio wondered what he was going to say.
"That was the case with the agreement between the city of Zerneau and the Autonomous Community, and the examination here also said that the transport of the wounded had given special permission......?
"Oh, my ladies, I'm the new recruit assigned to the inquisition since it was restored. After the civil hospital was hit by terrorism and air raids, so that's not a story at all..."
Corporal's words deepened the spelldoctor's doubts.
"Did you just take anything from your predecessor?
"The corps at the inquisition has been wiped out, and your predecessor is not here."
"Huh? We were also assigned demon soldiers here, weren't we? Even those who were off duty?
"The non-commissioned soldier was also called on an emergency call..."
"We don't know what and how the Autonomous Communities broke through here at all..."
"The great man may have seen it in the candlestick."
In the question of the spelldoctor Septentorio, the anxiety of the soldiers erupted at once. I can't help it. A non-demonic soldier was assigned to an extermination site where he did not know what had happened.
... I guess I should have asked Captain Solniak.
I don't know where they are on Lanterna Island right now at the mobile dealership. If you ask Chloenier, he'll ask the haulier Fiarluca to look for him, but the spelldoctor Septentorio didn't have the Ate of the reward to pay them. Besides, what face should I ask about that, if I see him well at the end of the line?
The young soldier earlier changed the subject for me when the spelldoctor Septentorio shut up.
"Back to what I was saying, the eastern side of the Autonomous Region is a barracks zone that doesn't have a foot trail, and I burned it almost entirely with an example fire."
"I don't even need to negotiate land, so I guess the zoning went on. Anyway, they were illegally occupied, and they were crudely killed."
"Was it..."
The spelldoctor Septentorio remembered the life of the Autonomous Community that Juvenile Soldier Morph spoke of at the Civic Hospital and couldn't say any more.
"You don't know how miserable our lives are!
There's nothing to lose. I could not imagine at all how life was beaten up with a blood-soaking cry by the people of the lake's curse physician Septentorio.
I notice and keep my doubts in my mouth.
"I've just recently been assigned here, why do you know how the Autonomous Communities were before they burned down?
"Oh, that's when this inquisition was restored, and the officials of the Autonomous Communities showed us pictures and city planning documents. Come on."
"Why bother...?
"Originally there was a riot because it was like this garbage dump, but it was done by the guys in Barack Street, and they burned to death in a crude way... well, you know, the guys who live nice in the Autonomous Community don't care about that, so say hello, like..."
A spelldoctor extinguishes such a saying while being a citizen of the same autonomous community...... The guards at the checkpoint looked uncomfortable and looked out for the autonomous community. The spelldoctor Septentorio also looks out the window.
The operating noise roared low, and across the gate the figure of the factory illuminated by powerful lights was rising in the night sky.
"Sorry to bother you so long"
The spelldoctor Septentorio drank up a sticky cup of tea full of sugar and left the inquisition behind.