It's all one flower.

Only two other groups of guests remained in the store after noon.

The four glance at each other and settle their hips in the back seat furthest from them. Three of the Star Road Prostitutes ordered a service lunch, and the funeral parlor Agoni ordered coffee.

Captain Solniak whispers as he sees the clerk pull into the kitchen.

"Why are you here...?

"That's the dialogue over here, but, well, fine. Let's talk first."

The funeral parlor of the people of the lake spoke from the stronghold of the militant guerrilla on the island of Lanterna in Artel territory to coming to the city of Rachka on the island of Nemoralis, whilst twisting the butterfly around the badge (yesterday) with the elephant.

A cup was placed in front of Agoni to set up a good smelling hot air, but he waited for the clerk to drop without turning his hand on it and continue the conversation.

The three did not pinch their extra mouths and listened to the old man who figured out (and did) the Nemoralist aspiring militant guerrilla.

"I don't know how much my curse doctor and I said, we can't stop the fight. No matter how many people die, your grandmother will bring him in one after the other."

"You went to stop Mr. Silva?

"No, that old lady won't stop me, and I just stopped one old lady, and the information won't stop me."

Funeral home Agoni shook his head at Captain Solniak's inquiry.

Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph tilt their necks at the same time.

"Information......?

"Grandma's been distributing foreign newspapers everywhere."

"So what, more of those guys..."

Medvege's question was interrupted by a fixed meal carried by the clerk. Funeral home Agoni urges me, and the three of them listen as they eat.

"First, the refugee camp in Amitostigma. Over there, delivering Artel's Holy Light newspaper and Nemoralis' Green Shade newspaper."

"Why are those two papers?

When Medvege heard the potato salad cheeky, Agoni replied feeling unsure.

"I don't know? Isn't it because they're both radicals in their respective countries, and they're cutting it off with a thorough antiwar argument?

"... to that extent, is it something that can be incited?

"The camp refugees are starving for information about their country by throwing away everything and running away, and they want to know what the Artel guys thought and the war blew up."

The funeral parlor of the people of the lake clearly answered the question of the captain who drank the ham.

... Is the guy who can't read a word a mon who wants a newspaper?

Up to that point, I could also understand by the boy soldier Morph, but I don't know why the refugees who read the newspaper throw themselves into battle by becoming militant guerrillas.

Bite the words of the funeral parlor Agoni with omelette utensils. Didn't you flee to foreign countries and become refugees in the first place because you don't have the power to fight?

"I was working with the spelldoctors over there to sort out the articles in the Holy Light newspaper, and Artel either purchased the information, or he was a magical creature that weaponized the demon asthma cannon from the beginning, and he killed all the wicked wizards who used that stuff! It's a momentum."

"So you're saying you bombed that indiscriminately?

Medvege's hand stops.

Morphs, the Way of the Stars of the Listver Autonomous Region The Brave Army was raised with the support of the same Kirkurian star sign (servant). Artel and Lanista should have heard the move.

The star sign is deeply rooted in the society of Artel and Lanista, an executive of the Star Way Proselytizing Army had instructed. The army, naturally, would have grasped it.

I had no idea how many of my companions had survived the air raids of the Artel Lanista coalition and the great fires in the Autonomous Communities.

As much as I think about it, I can't help but think that it was a handicap that was burned down with the Fraxinus.

"The city of Artel is defenseless. Even wizards who aren't in the school of some sort of fighting system can fight if they come up with ideas."

"Wouldn't you be able to [jump] without a land survey?

To Captain Solniak's doubts, Juvenile Soldier Morph also nods in tune with his cheeks all over his mouth.

"That's where your grandmother brings him to Lanterna Island a few days later, when she takes the next newspaper."

There are bases in places other than that forest villa.

It's an old man's house in the city of Kardafstovaux.

Let him spend some time at the base to make sure he remembers the place. The island of Lanterna and the mainland city of Ignikans are connected by a route bus to the South Vieetfi Bridge.

Before the sudden attack by the Artel army, they also had several bases on the mainland.

If we send back to the refugee camp those who have reminded us of the [leap] ahead in the enemy land, they will now voluntarily solicit the will to guide us to Artel territory.

They say there are so many "directions" in the camp that they can't count without the courage to do something about the Artelians directly.

"This is the Hunan economic newspaper of Amitostigma and Lacrimalis, in the country of Nemoralis. Please inform me of the painful life of the refugees and tear them up. But the government forces are so full of protection from demons in the country that they can't reach the mainland of Artel..."

"Are you using similar methods to increase the number of directions to get them“ willing to fight on behalf of the government forces ”?

Captain Solgnac checked the fish bones as they piled into the corners of the plate.

"That's right. Newspapers, no matter how many people you read, and if the war prolongs, you get just as dissatisfied. Now, I can't erase the memories of the people on the directions, and I can't collect the information that's spread."

The boy soldier Morph hit a copepan.

I don't see a spell doctor, but am I still in base and healing the wounds of militant guerrillas? Or did you leave the base before Agoni, knowing there was such a cot?

Captain Solgnac asked me questions before Morph drank the bread down.

The funeral parlor of the people of the lake was not as close to a fellow curse doctor as Morph thought.

"I was still there when I left the base. I'm sure you have an idea to be a curse doctor."

Will the Orioles retain the spelldoctor Septentorio, who says he used to be a military doctor?

... I tried to fight before, even without you two, and that's it?

If you leave the body of a powerful people alone, the demons will receive flesh and beast warfare.

If you two were there, you could contain the loss of your power, burn the body and get [the sorcerer's tears] to reinforce your power, but if you weren't there, you wouldn't be there. It looks like you could do anything.

No, that would be more troublesome if you were forced to hold back and break up with them.

"I was in Cravel a while back, and the coup got boobs, and I ran over here."

I finished the conversation, as I expected the three of them to finish eating, and sipped out the chilled coffee in one breath.

"What happened to everyone else? How are you doing?

"Let's change places"

Captain Solgnac and the funeral parlor Agoni took their seats by grabbing separate slips.