It's all one flower.

The smell of breakfast was getting pretty thin, but there were as few people on Plame City Boulevard as ever.

... Oh, well. Even officers fled. How much? Those who can escape are evacuated farther away, like Wang Du or Grom City.

Remember Roark's friend, convinced.

The tree-lined roads of Qin Peel (Tonerico) were also few in the streets of the car.

From what I've seen in the city of Dossici, this seems to have originally been the case in Lacrimalis territory. A small truck just lowered a box of raw eggs and raw vegetables in front of the store, and not a single private car was running.

Cops are right, the temple is in a place where you can't get lost.

Through the gate to be led by the green trees, he stepped into the vestibule.

The construction of the building is the same as the temple of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, seen in the king's capital, and only the crest is different. Those are blue hinagi blossoms, but this one is in the shape of a tree.

Whether they were locals or refugees, worshippers were not about the temple of the King's capital, but there were quite a few.

Those who donate an empty [crystal of magic] to the cup-shaped platform at the entrance, those who go behind the temple with their hands and cages of magic, and prayer is the same as the goddess of the lake.

The worshippers of the people of the lake are more than Farkill thought. From what I've seen, is it about 30%?

Line up in a line of worship and listen to your surrounding voices.

A voice to soften the baby and a morning greeting, a distant whisper.

Unable to pick up the public story, he rode the stream of the queue and advanced to the front of the altar.

No one here speaks private language on the boulder.

People dispersed on the altar surrounding the great trees of Qin Peel (Tonerico) in a circle. Serve [the crystal of magic] on the altar where the magic formations are depicted, or stay on your knees (knees first) and pray.

Farkill also knelt before the altar.

Above the Qin skin (Tonerico) with its wide branches, the gray clouds cover the heavens and do not move.

... may the war end soon and peace be upon you.

Here, the information is collected as follows:

I got nothing, and I followed the temple of the Lord God Fraxinus.

The store opens and heads west on a boulevard with more crowds than earlier. The mall was only about a third open and looked lonely as idle.

At noon I went out where I could see the west gate.

In the distance, the army also placed an examination and found that west of the city of Prahm...... it regulated the passage to the forest side of Tuman.

Farkill stays away from the West Gate and follows him to a mass dining room with a group of soldiers in it.

The majority of the guests were junior soldiers of the Lacrimaris army, and there was not a single group of family members, such as those seen in the city of Grom. The cashier looked like Oya to one junior high student, but ended up jawing to the counter seat without saying anything.

There seems to be only one type of fixed meal at noon.

There was no menu anywhere.

The soldiers all eat the same thing.

As soon as I sat in the counter, I was placed with water and soup to serve. I take a spoon from a barrel with a fork and a spoon stuck in the clutter and listen to the soldiers as they eat vegetable soup with melted eggs.

"Ah, my back hurts already."

"I can't believe I'm going to be framed for civil engineering"

"Isn't it a bad way to hold it? [Gravity Shutdown] Use it."

It's a bunch of table seats right behind you.

Farkill listened without turning around.

"I know you don't know because you're logging, but that technique isn't working. The moment it's cut, it's coming, so rejecting it is bad for your back."

"I think so, too, because I do it with vegetables, and I have muscle aches, and I'm all giddy."

"You guys don't work out enough, do you?

"Good for you. Wouldn't that be a good opportunity to train?"

A laugh occurs and the conversation is interrupted.

A bread cage and a strange plate were placed in front of the furkill. It's an assortment of white fish fritters and warm vegetables. Stab the carrot with a fork and turn your consciousness to the conversation behind you.

"There's no spell, nothing. We can protect the city with just vegetable stone and our work. If you need muscle pain, it's cheap."

"Right. The demon soldiers are in the woods chasing me."

"My back aches and muscle aches make me puke so weak, I'm laughing."

The Kingdom of Lacrimalis is a two-wheeled country that adopts a policy of magical civilization bias, where the majority of its people are powerful people.

Magic can be used and taken for granted.

When the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic split in civil strife, many of those who wished to restore the theocracy and restore the royal family say they were powerful land people serving the Lord God Fraxinus.

During half a century of civil unrest, in the area of the present Kingdom of Lacrimalis, the followers of other sects and the people of the lake lived with a deep breath… and read in sites of history created by neighbouring countries, etc.

They were treated equally now.

Some soldiers filling the dining room also see the green hair of the people of the lake.

I chewed well and ate slowly, but did not get any dizzying information. I can't stay longer than this, considering my return ship.

Farkil turned back to the port of Plum, resentful of the children of the powerless people.

Save all the stories you hear from cops and soldiers as they rock on regular flights.

... I mean, it's not a convenience to catch a demon asthma cannon, but really there's still a fishy wind tree left in the Tuman Forest.

The possibility that the end soldiers and police officers are also being deceived by the great cannot be abandoned, but I cannot think of any reason why the Lacrimalis army or the royal family should lay low in their battle against the demonic asthma cannon so far.

It is more natural to see that the extermination of the wind tree has not been completed.

... to sneak up on the Devil's Asthma Cannon... or something, I don't like it.

Get off to Grom Harbor and go for a small run down the darker evening road than usual in cloudy weather.

Under thin red clouds, the obscure light does not form a shadow, it blurs the city.

The light also weakened momentarily, and by the time the border between the sky and the roof melted, he finally returned to the inn.