It's all one flower.

"We bracketed Taka that when there was a terrorist attack, she wouldn't even come to this country."

The elderly farmer told the spelldoctor Septentorio how terrible it was supposed to be after the meal to make him listen. Occasionally, his wife just adds an explanation, and the daughters and son-in-law's parents don't pinch their mouths.

Indeed, as the farmers expected, the terrorists of the Star Road Prostitute Army did not come to this rural area on the southern tip of Zolata District. Instead, residents of the three districts along the baked lake shore, as well as residents of the Miech and Pisturnik districts who were to be evacuated, pushed over.

On a cold day in February, the wheat had just sprouted and the vegetables were only about winter cabbage, but the fields were plundered and trampled and vandalized. The chickens were taken at will, and the eggs were taken away.

Farmers in the north, close to the city, were also hit with reservoirs, and houses that had their harvests uprooted or could not open them were set ablaze with art. Few surgeons seemed to be able to deliver more firepower than [fire resistant] to the boulder, but several houses were set on fire.

The mob was relatively sparsely damaged because of its proximity to the Kublum Mountains around here.

"Even the same Zerno citizen."

A farmer's wife blurs while brewing tea substitutes. The spelldoctor Septentorio met to receive the cup and waited for it to continue.

There are only elderly couples here. He opened the door to the vault to avoid arson and relied on his daughter and his wife to evacuate to the city of Sakariha in the northern part of the island of Nenia. But a few days later there was also an air raid by the Artel Lanista coalition, and the family returned here in one or eight [leaps].

"Well, as you can see, the zoo was done, but the house was safe, so I plowed and sowed the fields, picked all kinds of things in the mountains until the harvest, and I managed to spend some time"

"Wheat was also left in the kitchen when it was ground in powder. So we figure it out."

"You guys had a rough time"

The spelldoctor worked hard on his ex-patient and his family. The kids are taking a nap in a separate room.

"Well, the whole family, it was just good to have had five satisfied bodies and life."

The elderly farmer glanced at the west window and dived (hissed) his voice.

"In the three houses over there, my grandfather, who wanted to sleep, finally screwed me around the end of January. Soon afterwards, a demon nested and moved his body, so Grandma didn't listen to me because he was still alive, and everyone else didn't evacuate and go back."

"We have a field in between and we are mostly apart, so I tried not to get involved..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio heard in a complicated way, thinking of the old woman's stubbornness and deep love for her partner, the family's thinness and the grief of the family that had been divided from the "object of protection".

"Even now, is there a demon in that house... or is there a warcraft that has been subjected to flesh on the body of an old man? What happened to your grandmother?

The six look at each other with indescribable faces, and the elderly farmer answers creepy on their behalf.

"That's not it, I finally put so much effort into crossing Grandma's [junction], I went somewhere. Come on."

"Is the Warcraft...?

"Oh, yeah. Come on. Once a spring, my grandmother came to visit us, and she asked me if my grandfather was disturbing me, and I asked her what was going on..."

"Your father went to see how things were going, but the warcraft was gone from your house, and my husband helped me find it all over the village, but he wasn't even in an abandoned house or an empty vault."

My daughter added on behalf of her mouth caged parents.

Spelldoctor Septentorio unnerved when he heard it.

"So the old lady is alone now...?

"No, that's... when my grandfather left, he would be in trouble if we weren't here, so I walked around looking for him during the day, and he came home in the evening, but he was gone at some point..."

"I hope your son and his wife go, but we're in trouble, and we're not sure that's all."

The farmer's wife made him say that he could not afford to pry into another family, and the daughters and their aunts nodded. There are a few other farmers who have returned, but they say they are trying not to get involved with the old couple.

In a situation like this, I guess there's no choice.

The spell doctor Septentorio worked hard on them.

The elderly farmer changed the subject by sipping his warmer tea.

"What will the curse doctor do now?

"Yesterday I met a guard soldier near the port of Grjaj who said that the restrictions on access to the city of Zerneau would not be lifted yet, so I am going to the sanctuary to support the refugees"

"Well, thank you again..."

Afterwards, he talked about the state of the city of Zerneau, which the curse doctor had seen until dinner, as well as news about the refugee camp in Amitostigma, and asked the guests to stay.

The next morning, the spelldoctor Septentorio left the house with a family of farmers leaving for the field.

"That? Why don't you [jump], Doctor?

"Yeah, it was the last time I went to the sanctuary before half a century of civil unrest, so I'm thinking of crossing the mountain and taking a boat from the port on Lacrimaris territory."

The curse doctor was summoned by the farmer with a surprised face and answered only half the reason he turned his foot to the Kublum Mountains.

"Does the spelldoctor know the streets in the mountains?

"Yep. It's Kublum Street, right? I went to the Royal Army several times when I was a military doctor."

I have heard that after half a century of civil unrest, the streets around the autonomous community of Listver were imposed with [leap] excluded boundaries, but it would be problematic for me to walk by.

The farmer's family broke his face.

"After the civil unrest, the monkeys that rarely passed were gone, buried with dust and fallen leaves, and I didn't know where they were, but this spring, I dug them up as I went to pick the mountain vegetables."

"Rotten soil doesn't seem like fertilizer to me."

When the farmer's wife says, his daughter's uncle laughs, "It was three birds a stone".

If you clearly know the streets protected by art, it is safe not to get lost in the road and pick nuts, mountain vegetables, mushrooms, etc. along the streets. If a powerful people passes, magic will be replenished and made safer by [exorcisms] applied to the stones and tablets.

It would be for the same reason, not only out of pure kindness, that the farmer's family generously offered us a meal and an overnight stay.

Because if the magical spelldoctor Septentorio stays, the magic will go to all kinds of protective techniques in the [nest hanging (cake)] school that was patrolled by the house.

Of course (of course), you may say that you are grateful to the spelldoctor or that you would have liked someone outside to talk to you.

"Go to the river and draw water full of [manicured water], push it away, put the guy mixed with the water on a fallow land, and I'll probably..."

"My three men and I worked hard, and the neighbors helped us, and we all cut down trees that grew on the road and made them a little prettier, and we split the vegetables, and we worked hard until the harvest."

"Was it? Thanks to you, it's easy for me to get through. Thank you all for everything."

When the spelldoctor Septentorio smiled, the farmer's family also broke up with a mouthful of thanks.