It's all one flower.

Manager Leno came back to where the big red-haired man writes the lyrics.

It smells like a message from a handbag of cloth, and everyone's belly rings in unison.

"Welcome home, brother. They're teaching me songs right now."

"Song?"

Elantis rushes over and says well.

Pinatifida explained the situation to manager Leno, who sees the big men and their sister with a strange face.

"So you say there's another lyric in" All One Flower "?

"What?"

The red-haired big man stops his hand and sees manager Leno.

"Is that the title of this song?

"Maybe, I think so."

"Maybe? What do you mean?

Questioned by the red-haired big man, the momentum swallowed manager Leno solidifies. Roark put out a helpship out of his mind.

"After the air raid, I was evacuated to the ruins of the broadcaster for a while. On the record I found there, the National Lacus Lacrimaris Symphony Orchestra recorded it with a song nasi, and the lyrics were later taught to someone from Mr. Niptra's relatives..."

"The name of the song on the record was" All One Flower, "and in the notebook that my relatives had, there was a note from Mr. Niptra, and that was" Centennial of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republican Transition. "

The red-haired big man chopped a wrinkle between his eyebrows and shook his head, said manager Leno, who had regained his mind.

"I don't have that record right now..."

"Yeah, yes... sorry"

The record remains loaded on the truck. I can't help but take it out even though I don't have a regenerator.

Captain Solgnac and his men will be returning to the broadcaster with the truck on their way back to the autonomous community of Listwar.

The red-haired big man wrote the note followed and returned it to Amana.

"The name of the goddess."

"What?"

"I just wrote"

Everyone leans on Amana's notebook.

The big man explained the divine name to me in a singing manner.

"Panisea Uni Flora, the name of the goddess of the lake, is an ancient language in the region south of the Limph Mountains, where 'Panisea' is the turning point (epilepsy) of 'Pass Isos'. Translated into modern Hunan, it's" all one, "and" Uni Flora "is" one flower. "

Amana's expanded notebook had lyrics written with powerful brushstrokes and a divine name on the next page. Roark's unknown letters are accompanied by arrows and Hunan descriptions, making it easy to see what each word means.

"If you think it's a lie, ask the clergyman."

"Oh, no, not that I doubt it, but it's so surprising..."

Pinatifida waves her hands in front of her chest and says.

"'Cause I used to be with the Kirkuls, but I can't believe I kept my goddess name as the song name..."

"If it stayed the original lyrics, I think it would fit under that song name......"

Awellana, the people of the lake, drops his gaze on the notebook.

The name of the song spelled with the hands of the red-haired big man is "Tears of the Goddess".

In Fluxinusian mythology, after defeating the drought dragon, he hung the technique of generating water on the Goddess's [magician's tears]. The Goddess's [tears] are called "blue-blue" and she says she still moisturizes the dryness and keeps pouring water into the lake.

Lake Lacus is called "Lake of Tears."

Roark could not imagine how the song from his redhead hometown became a song for the centenary of the Republican Transition and was recorded in the performance of the National Symphony Orchestra.

Everyone else...... the big men shut up with the same questions.

... did you steal the composer because you thought he wouldn't find out if he smelled like trouble and a song from a small village in the back of the mountain? No, you're uneasy. Centennial is an awesome celebration, and without civil unrest, it wouldn't be weird for all the people to know by now.

A monumental song for future generations.

As a composer, you want to put your life at risk and create a generation of greatest masterpieces to mark your own name in history with honor. If I find out it's a burglary, the stigma will remain.

... such a shitty bridge, you won't cross Hutu.

So was there any reason why we had to spread this song to all the people?

... the composer's from the same village as this guy or something?

That doesn't stick to anything either.

The memory of the spelldoctor Septentorio, as well as the records that Farkill looked up to me on the Internet, said that at that time, the idea of ethnic self-determination was spreading and the public minister was stinking and was no longer around the centenary of the republican transition.

In the meantime, I can't convince myself that I purposefully used a national symphony orchestra to record only melodies without some pretty big reason.

Roark had no idea what the reason was, but the question remained on his chest with great thorns.

"Was Cotto going to flush it on the radio or sell it normally at a record store?

I asked the big guys out of my mind, but they shake their heads too if I didn't know perfectly.

The red-haired big man says unfortunately.

"I was born after the civil unrest, and I don't know about that time, but if the records were on the market, there'd be a lot more people out there who knew."

"Me, too."

When the big man with him said, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana also shook her head.

"I was born around the middle of a civil unrest, but the fighting was so intense that I couldn't afford to listen to music..."

The big boys look at the girl of the lake people unexpectedly. I noticed the [Thoughtful Owl] badge (today) shining on my chest and nodded small with a convincing face.

"Brother, what did you buy me?

"Hmm? Sandwiches and chicken fritters"

When Etantis heard him whisper, manager Leno let him open the mouth of the cloth bag. The smell that seems to be to this effect gets darker, and Roark's belly makes a huge noise.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're interrupting."

"lyrics, thanks"

"They say returning refugees can open their stores without fees, so ask them at the center. The world is three holidays from today at the Fall Festival. My only day off is today, so I can't come and buy it..."

"I... should I come tomorrow if they come again? You guys are gonna be in the center for a while, right? Keep lyrics coming up and I'll be there to let you know."

Amana smiled at the red-haired big man's offer.

"Well, I know it's tough, but I'm fine."

The big boys split into a crowd with another lyric of "All One Flower" and questions I'm not sure about.

Big enough for a head, they stand out even when away. I dropped him off until I couldn't see him completely and started eating.

The sandwich is wrapped in oil paper for one serving, and the chicken fritter is stabbed on the skewer with three or four pieces and placed in a large paper cup. The drink is bottled tea.

Everyone who was in deposit ate street food obsessed.

Pinatifida and Amana tell Leno the story just now, sipping tea for the holidays.

"So just now, did the red-haired guy say that?"

"But there's nothing you can do about it if you tell us to go on."

Cruillo laughs bitterly.

If it can be communicated to Farkil, it can be communicated via Razornik to organizations that aspire to peace without resorting to force, but Hate, the Republic of Nemoralis does not have Internet facilities.

"But Mr. Carindura's home is in Cravel and Rachka, isn't it?

"I didn't ask for a proper address."

"Ah..."

Roark was spotted in a big hole in a word by Elantis.

"If I don't find our ship over here, I will ask you in the King's Landing, so I will entrust it to the Temple."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana sends out a helpship and Roark is horrified.

When I went to the dumpster by the observation deck to throw it away, the charity bazaar dates were posted. Open all the way through the last three holidays, next month. Apparently I have been doing this every month since May.

The line re-packed its bags and headed to the Returning Refugee Centre.