It's all one flower.

The turbulent tree seeks fat soil and moves through its roots.

How many seeds did the Artel army sow, and how many percent of them could the Lacrimaris army exterminate?

The limited information available in the Listwer Autonomous Region alone was indescribable.

Worst case scenario, if even one bottle is overlooked, it will blossom the next spring and the seeds will fall apart in the fall. In that case, another thousand years of battle will open the curtain.

... I wonder if the purpose of Artel is not only to destroy demon asthma cannons with the poison of a raging wind tree, but also to weaken nemoralis and lacrimalis.

The tailor's manager, Kufshenka, wrote down and sighed out the internet news that the district chiefs showed him.

Home and store alone is gallant. I let it go as a reward for donations and rebuilding my life, and there was little (mostly) left.

Rub shoulders woven with shawls and sip vanilla tea picked in the courtyard.

Only the ground of dirt can move the turbulent trees. I didn't even want to imagine how much damage would be done to the Autonomous Communities if they moved through the Tuman Forest and broke into the northern side of the Kublum Mountains.

The path paved with asphalt cannot pass, but it is also poisonous to leaves, pollen, etc., and they fly in the wind. If the western rural areas are polluted, the autonomous communities will have to be abandoned.

... at last, I'm just getting a little calm.

Kufshenka wrapped the cup with her wrinkly hands and inhaled the scent of tea all over her chest. Spit out the aroma filled with thin breasts thinly and slowly.

The Nemus Liberation Army staged a coup d 'état with the aim of restoring the theocracy.

They want to abolish the Nemoralis republican system. They raided the Capitol and the Senator's quarters. The majority of MPs may no longer be alive.

Senators and bureaucrats who had escaped fruit (oh) to the city of Rachka built a second government, but there was no information in the Autonomous Region about what was going on there.

So far, the fighting has been limited to the capital, Cravel, but the Nemus Liberation Army has occupied the broadcaster and continues to broadcast its claims towards all of Nemoralis. No, if the old radio tower remains, it also reaches Lacrimalis and Artel territories.

If those who subscribe to the Nemus Liberation Army come together outside the capital, the flames of the civil war will spread to the island of Nenia as well.

The aspirations of the Nemoralists, who boiled their businesses to government forces that did not beat the mainland of Artel, had previously individually engaged in guerrilla activities, but had a powerful leader emerged, after which he recently issued a statement as the Nemoralis Panic Squad.

The Nemoralis Grief Squad is an armed guerrilla who has stepped on quite a few occasions. If we agree with the Nemus Liberation Army, the autonomous community of Listwar, inhabited by Kirkurs, will also be targeted.

Even if they were dedicated to attacks on the mainland of Artel, we don't know when the endorsers of the Nemus Liberation Army will push us to the Autonomous Communities.

There was no moment of respite either.

... as long as you live, it doesn't matter where or how you live until later.

Kufshenka stood up on his cane.

"... right. There are only a few things we can do, but you should think about hitting all the hands you can, and then,"

The priest of the Eastern District Church nods heavily and utters his words with a sigh.

The pawn owner of the newspaper who sent Kufshenka also nodded and asked, putting down a cup of vanilla tea.

"What kind of mon have you got that can hit us?

"You're excavating old streets in the Kublum Mountains. At least you can stop the wind trees."

Kufshenka said, the newsman looked at the old woman in surprise.

The priest supplements.

"Windy trees can only travel on the dirt, so if you remove the dirt and expose the street bedrock, you can stop there."

"Really? That's one stone and two birds. That doctor's sensei was digging from the other side of the Zolata farmhouse, so we're almost there."

Kufshenka was thrilled by the newsman's rudeness, but the priest listened and proceeded with the story.

"Securing the road and defending from the wind trees, picking up firewood, recovering fertilizer… it would be comforting if it could be achieved, but the sun will be shorter and shorter from now on"

"So, the distance traveled grows. I can't keep my nose shut."

Newspapers raise their hips.

Kufshenka hastily withdrew.

"But I only get paid about the well water already..."

"Hey, I'm dying, and I can pick up firewood. If you call out to people who have lost their jobs, there will be people who can move for free."

The newspaper man laughed two times and left the reception room.

"I, too, tried to climb a little, but there was a square on the way down the mountain road. I think if we put a tent or something over there, it could be a relay point and the work would progress..."

"Now let's ask the factory to provide us with blue sheets and rope"

Even now, mainly unemployed men were climbing the old streets with firewood pickup.

In case you can't get back to the Autonomous Community before sundown, you'll be protected from the cold. Only God knows if there are strong demons and warcraft that can break through the [exorcism] of the Old Street.

If you use an evacuation tent on one side of the square and a temporary storage area for firewood and fertilizer bags on the other, you can move more efficiently back to the square at either foot.

"Well, I'm offering you a sofa from the store for the materials."

"Are you sure?

"Yep. When Sarotka takes over the store, she'll procure it herself."

Kufshenka was old enough for us not to go digging up the road, but now we have to entrust it to the young.

As soon as possible, I wanted you to dig it out, whether it's for one or two layers of stone.