It's all one flower.

"How much do you know about Furious Tree? It's a different kind of plant."

"Farkill, you're hearing more from the curse doctor. In the meantime, I saw news on an internet video saying that the Artel army sowed seeds in Lacrimaris territory on the island of Nenia. We heard from you then, Farkill."

"Oh, you know. The only place in this neighborhood where the wind tree was damaged before that was the long old island of Lanterna."

Agoni affirms the captain's answer and briefly tells the history of the battle between the Lanterna Islanders and the Furious Wind Tree.

The city of that island was destroyed by a raging wind tree, and people continued their resistance by building the underground city of Chernoknyjnik.

After more than a thousand years of fighting, the extermination was completed, and the city of Kardavstovau on the ground was created just before the transition to a republican system, he said.

"Well, the small harbour towns and the countryside were devastated by half a century of civil unrest, and in the end, they didn't stay."

"So, what does that poison tree have to do with us?

When the boy soldier Morph uttered his doubts, Agoni waved and smiled bitterly, well, wait.

"The wind tree is not poisonous only in the seeds, so it's okay to touch it with your bare hands."

"So even the Artel army was planted..."

The captain leaks to bitterness.

The funeral parlor shook his head sideways.

That's not what I'm talking about.

"What is it? I don't want to. Just say it."

"Morph!"

Captain Solgnac gave him a sharp voice and embarrassed him, and the boy soldier Morph looked up at Agoni with his neck closed. The funeral parlor takes it well and keeps talking.

"The Royal Army spins seeds for research..."

His face was distorted by bitterness, and his lips were drawn and tied.

"What's up?

"Are you all right?

The captain and Medvege care, add water to the paper cup and give it to them. Morph can't do anything just to watch him dick around.

Drinking up the water, Agoni exhaled heavily.

"Talking about military secrets is stopped by [constraints]... of course (of course), I can't even guide the way."

"Are you all right?

I said, "I can't do this."

"I'm fine. I'll say it as far as I can."

Once again, Agoni exhaled with force in her belly, sucking thinly and continuing the conversation.

"[Sort of...]... Shit! Me and my little lady... everything... now nemo... yeah... somewhere..."

"What do you mean?

The story of Agoni, who grew fat and managed to squeeze out the "word I can say," is fragmentary, and Morph has no idea.

Captain Solgnac thought a little and assembled the fragments to quality (just) the meaning.

"The old Royal Army belonged to the opposite of the pharmacist (dull) … that is, the wizard of the school that makes poisonous drugs. And they brought all the seeds from the turbulent trees back to their current Nemoralis territories… in the north of Nenia or to a laboratory somewhere on Nemoralis, right?

Agoni didn't even move with Picri, but when she blinked a few times, she turned to her side and sighed.

"... it's awesome power. I can't deny it or affirm it."

"Now let's just say I'm right in my guess right now. There wasn't a grain of seed left on the island of Lanterna, was there?

They can't even react to this. Agoni's face distorts into pain.

Medvege slapped his knee.

"If it stays, it'll grow again. You did something to make sure you didn't sprout and use it as a research material."

"How do you know such a thing?

As Morph tilted his neck, Medvege looked at the boy soldier sitting next to him with a slightly surprised face.

"Why, immo, onion or dongle, don't eat it and leave it, you'll sprout when the time comes"

Juvenile soldier Morph had never seen them sprout.

In an effort to improve the life of the Wristvar of the Star Road Prostitute Army, he got vegetable tare from a restaurant near the factory and sowed it in a planter made of scrap materials. I asked my neighbors to take care of the water supply and such, but it took days for them to sprout.

Tane of vegetables received at the Dossici City Mansion and elsewhere were filled with soil in a nursery pot made of cranberry grass (Tsukusa) before sprouting. Every day, I watered down, looked after and raised them dearly, and when I grew a little older, I built and replanted fields in the garden of the base of Lanterna Island.

... What was that hassle free time?

It doesn't fall into your heart when you say you don't do anything but sprout. Never before have I left an imo or onion. I couldn't imagine anything like sprouts coming out of it.

"Hmmm......?

Okay. I nodded pretentiously and encouraged ahead.

Captain Solgnac's face gets rough.

"So how did the Artel Army get a ton of seeds?

It seems that the seeds sown by the Artel army were not one or two grains, and the Lacrimaris army evacuated the inhabitants, bloody eyed and walked in search of the Tuman Forest.

I hear Agoni can't answer that.

It had been solidifying for a while, but I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand and dropped my gaze on the map. The eyes of the people of the lake gaze at the northwest of Nemoralis Island.

Medvege breathed small.

"... you're telling me you stole it from Nemoralis?

"It's such a dangerous material laboratory. That's the magically strictly guarded haz."

Captain Solniak shook his head.

"If the Artel army didn't steal it, how did you get it su?

"I'm talking about possibilities..."

Exhales howlingly at being able to speak, Agoni mouths the hypothesis.

"Isn't there an inside man?

It was Medvege who broke the heavy silence.

"You're saying there's a spy? Amongst the guys who can get in and out of that shitty lab?

"If you're a wizard, can you break in?

In reply to Captain Solgnac's question, the funeral home Agoni answered with an indescribable face.

"I don't know. By and large, important institutions and hospitals in the country are not such easy monsters to get into, protected by all sorts of techniques, except [jumping] junctions. At least you're not my type of surgeon."

"Is that the kind of mon?

If magic could be used, Morph, who felt like he could do anything, wouldn't really talk about the funeral parlor.

Agoni repaired the [white butterfly] school on the condolences of the dead. Other [spiritual dove] school techniques can be used, but I heard they are meant to make life easier.

At the base of Lanterna Island, the magic [key] was hung by a funeral parlor, a curse doctor, a pharmacist and a wizard worker, because someone stronger than the wizard who hung it could open it somehow.

"For example, this city of Rachka has its boundaries on the fence, and it can't [jump] directly from the outside."

"Really?

"Oh. You can jump from a [jump] permit point to a permit point in the city by car or walking into the barrier."

"Hmm. What kind of junction would a guy, if he were a sucker wizard, not cut a thousand?

"Residents and [sorcerer's tears] are the source of power in the city's boundaries. Even if each one of them is weak, they can beat millions of others. If they don't, it's a way to know better where they're managing it."

Three of the Star Road Prostitutes thought about any other possibilities, but there is also no material for speculation in Loc.

Juvenile soldier Morph gave up early.

... Mostly, we thought, "How can you do this to such an awesome wizard spy?"

You can't even go and help Pina in the capital, where the fighting is sporadic in the coup.

We just found out where the spies are, and the Pinas' situation won't change.

Morph gently stroked the picture book from the top of the paper bag.