It's all one flower.

I waved until I couldn't see the truck, and later seven of the Zerneau citizens were left behind.

"I don't have a boat to Nenia for the time being, so I wish I could wait at the center with you"

"I'm going to reissue my ID card, or I'm going to use [" Shi "candlestick] to verify my identity... If I find out I'm from the Autonomous Region, the police will catch me."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana answered Roark's spilled question to a sigh of sigh.

I totally lost sight of it, but that truck itself, the "stolen car" I loaned to you without permission at the State Broadcasting Zerneau branch. The three star road prostitutes who went in the truck were equal to taking on the whole sin.

Roark looked at the truck leaving, his chest clogged.

Brothers and sisters hold hands so that they don't fall apart, and Roark and Awellana, the pharmacist (dull), join together to enter Harbor Park.

A cardboard sign just sticking a poster shook in the wind with a strut of street lights, making a patchy noise. He's going to be a charity bazaar for three days from today.

"Anyway, we're gonna cross the park, and we're gonna take a peek?

There was no one against the manager of Leno, and he went up the hill to the square with his big baggage.

Mixed with second-hand items such as pots, dishes, used clothes, old books, towels, soaps, toys and daily necessities, there are also booths such as baked confectionery, tea and handicrafts.

There were more people in the lake than in the city of Zerneau, and the flow of people going between the rugs that led to the sloppy hills seemed like grassland.

"North neighbor...? Slope, that's tight."

Pinatifida makes a rare weak sound.

Manager Leno cares if he wants to hold one of his luggage, but Pinatifida says no and moves on with his legs. The store manager held the same large baggage and did not look very able to hold it any further.

From time to time, I managed to reach the observatory, hitting people and apologizing peacefully.

People are neglected because they don't have a store.

The seven were more and more tired and sat down on the spot.

The Returning Refugee Center is at the end of my eyes and nose, but I'm very unlikely to be able to move.

On the wind I get the smell that seems like it will, and my stomach grows in abundance.

All the stalls I saw by the time I got here were bare because of the large baggage and blocked hands.

I can't afford to see the view, Elantis scolds me.

I guess you don't think you should worry everyone. It was also well understood in Roark's eyes that his lips were tied together in tears and weak sounds.

Manager Leno puts his stuff down and gets up.

"I'll get you something at the stall. Cruillo, please everyone."

"Oh, be careful."

Pinatifida took a handmade cloth bag out of his luggage and gave it to the manager of Leno.

The stalls that bake meat and other things are probably the restaurants in the neighborhood. All fixtures were professional.

Manager Leno's West Porch contains only a few cheap gems. The rest is at the bottom of the bag. I may have baggage inspections at the center, but I've never been cautious before.

The figure of manager Leno, still wearing a trench coat in the shallow autumn, appeared to float from the surroundings in the distance.

Dropping him off until he was completely lost in the crowd, Roark stood up and also hit the observation deck railing.

The blue of the tranquil lake splashes with a glimmer of sunlight, shining like a jewellery box flipped over. This morning, I remembered the sparkle of opals and topaz I had just split, and Roark got a little heavier.

None of what haulier Fiarlka has received from merchants in the Kingdom of Scootum as consideration for a thousand years of mushrooms is cheap enough to cage their magic.

Everyone except the elementary school students Amana and Elantis were putting a little gem in the west porch that Needle Amiella made me with extra cloth.

As a gem, it is cheap, but as a material, it is waxed differently from the stone around it, as it can direct the flow of magic if incorporated into ornaments and magical tools.

My heart is heavier than the weight of the stone.

... I went through a lot of procedures at the Returning Refugee Center, moved into temporary housing, and then...?

I told everyone I would work as a reconstruction worker, but I didn't feel like living ahead of me.

Chertpolov was safe or the cheapness of Chis and Viyunok is unknown. Chertpolov's family remained but his sister.

Not only did I kill everyone while I knew about the terrorist attacks, but as part of a militant guerrilla, I fed the Artel soldiers so much grenades that I couldn't even confirm the numbers. Which side can be lowered to say that the murdered Roark will eventually take the "road to happiness"?

Even high-school students with powerless people like Roark found that even a professional military opponent could fight quite a bit.

... assassinating a politician who's pulling a regular army leg. But stop? No, I don't even know what you're calling it, it's murky.

If this were the case, I would have listened more properly to my father, and the regrets filled my chest.

...... Shall we wait for Mr Silva to come to solicit and return to Lanterna Island?

Tell the guard Oriol, he might help us. But don't be indiscriminate.

We must gather proper information to determine who is the bug in the lion and corrode the Nemoralis government from within.

... but how?

I'm disgusted with myself for not even coming up with a means of gathering information.

The demon ship that brought the Roarks in looks like a toy from here, and the harbor workers are like ants.

"You sing here?

"That's good. Fewer people than anywhere else."

I look at you unexpectedly in a conversation that was exchanged beside me.

Two young men, both big men looking up. A man with bare hands puzzles his stern face and scratches his redhead. The big man with the bag on his shoulder said in a tease mix.

"It's better to have an audience, right?

"I don't. Embarrassing."

They both have a successful physique and feel intimidated just standing beside each other.

Turning around, everyone else looked at the big men in a stunned manner.

But the promise is a promise.

"Oh, yes, yes. Okay, I get it."

Followed by him, the red-haired big man turned toward the harbor and breathed heavily, beginning to sing in good spirits.

"A loose water strip."

A new lake (Mizumi) will emerge in the sand as a result of exploring the light water vein (Mio) of the Blue Bull... "

"What?"

Roark looked up to the side unexpectedly in a well-known melody.

A redhead throwing a song across the horizon turns his surprised face this way and lowers his brow.

"I'm sorry. Shut up.... Look, I knew it wouldn't work. Go back to your quarters..."

"Are you going to disturb the sleep of the guys on the night shift?

He wants the redhead to sing, no matter what.

... Is it a punishment game or something?

"Oh, no, it wasn't loud or anything, it was a song I knew, so I was a little surprised..."

Everyone at the mobile dealership nods at the same time as Roark's words.

A big man with a bag turned his eyes round and looked around at a line of big bags.