It's all one flower.

"Oh, he's going to be handing out papers to nearby inns, etc."

Returning to me with the cleric's explanation, Farkill rushed over to the people of the lake.

"Why are you here, Doctor?

"Mr. Farkill is the one... are all the others here?

"Did you know each other"

Septentorio, the curse doctor of the people of the lake, nodded at the priest who let his face fall apart beside him.

"Yes.... Ah, the recipient of this letter is someone I don't know"

"Then I'll give it to you responsibly"

"Thank you. Please."

The cleric re-held the bundle of paper and received the envelope with his free hand. Go into the crowd, calling the name of the recipient.

Waiting to lose sight of it, Farkill explained quickly.

"Right now, it's just me and Mr. Fiarlka who are in this temple. I broke up with everyone else in King's Capital. It gets longer when I talk, and I'm a little busy right now... erm..."

"You're handing out questionnaire forms, right? Let me help you."

Spelldoctor Septentorio said, the girl of the land people who was beside him looked up at the spelldoctor with a surprised face. He wears old cheap clothes and carries a backpack that looks heavy.

... Is this Co who's been running away from Cravel?

Farkill cared about the girl, but now he left it untouched.

"Eh, it's not a temple, it's a shelter. I'm going to distribute it all over the city like a public house or an inn with cheap prices..."

"Mm... that sounds difficult to help. This is the first day in the new city of Grom."

"Oh, fine, fine. There are plenty of people out there who can help!... uh, it's over at dinner time, so, uh, time, if you're okay, can I ask you to come here?

Says as he packs a bunch of paper in a cloth handbag.

Isn't the funeral home Agoni with you, and what happened to the Orioles of the militant guerrillas? I have a mountain to ask, but I can't ask anywhere with so many people like this.

The curse doctor looked at the girl next door. I can see care on the side of it.

The girl nodded cocklessly.

"I'm fine. No rush at all."

"Really? … Now let me help you with your treatment here and let you wait"

The spelldoctor Septentorio turned a soft smile on Farkill.

"Well, I'm sorry, but please wait. We'll have dinner at the inn where we're staying."

When I hung a bag filled with about 3,000 sheets of paper on my shoulder, the handkerchief devoured.

I walk away and turn around in a hurry.

"Ah! Where are the curse doctors staying?

"I just got here, and I haven't decided yet."

"Um, well, I'll ask Mr. Fiarlka to arrange an inn later,"

"But I have a flat rate…"

"It's okay. Don't worry about that. Okay, I'll be there."

Farkill didn't let the spelldoctor say any more and ran off the scene.

Leaving the temple grounds, run through the streets scattered in the map app in real life view. I walked into the narrow road, loosened my legs, and searched for the inn sign as I breathed.

"Excuse me. Just for three days, I'd like you to leave a questionnaire form, please?

"Survey? Boy, what kid? Don't bother."

The old lady at the front narrows her wrinkled face.

It's a supposed reaction.

"I was just asked to hand it out. Nemoralis politicians, priests, construction associations, singers, Niptra Neumae, and many others are working together to support refugees."

"We don't have money for refugees."

"Really... sorry to bother you"

Don't stay long, hit the others.

In the meantime I emailed Fiarluca about the spelldoctor Septentorio. Don't wait for a response and hurry through the narrow streets where small shops connect houses.

I was turned down by a few cases, but there were more places for me to take on the inn where the long-stay Nemoralists were located.

"Oh, and ask me in the mass cafeteria. The cheapest place possible. If you were a neighbor's fish cafeteria, you'd put my name on it."

"Is that okay?

Cheeks loose on thoughtless suggestions.

Anjuku's grandmother answered with a bitter smile and sighing mix with a complex face.

"Because I didn't think it would be this long. I'm sorry I lost a little bit. I can't call it a regular rental right now. If things get less troublesome and you can go back to the area, I can help as much as I can for free."

"Uh, uh, excuse me. Thank you."

"Oh, I'm not blaming the boy."

To the soggy furkill, your grandfather added to the quick mouth.

"The war and the wind trees have caused a very small number of businessmen and tourists to stay here, so thank you for staying."

I don't make much money, I don't welcome it at will because it oppresses management, but I can't kick it out as a human being either. There are no other guests coming to Ate where the refugees have left.

The local vendor in the tourist city of Grom was also caught up in the war between Artel and Nemoralis, reminded once again, and Farkill lost his mind to unspeakable apologies.

"Thank you. I'm going to the fish shop."

Guests can pull out the dining room after lunch, and employees are relaxing and cleaning up.

Tell the cashier's young man what the innkeeper told him. He pulled back without saying anything, but soon, he brought back an elderly man in cooking clothes.

"Nice to meet you. Is that the manager?

"Oh. I don't mind putting it down if you ask me that favor. How long?"

"Thank you. It's three days. I'll pick it up in four days."

"Is it just three days? What am I supposed to do with the paper I wrote?

I get my chest stuck on a thankful offer that I'm told to blurt out.

Farkill replied with a full smile.

"I ask the man who wrote it to bring it to the North Temple."

Pointing to the cautionary note in the corner of the questionnaire form, the manager rang his nose.

"The people who work day jobs don't have to be hippos going to the temple. There's a lot of stone in the pram right now. You're not coming back to Meshi tonight."

"Ah... really?

"I'm not used to it. I had my back wound healed at work. I had it healed at the temple over there. I'm not going to the temple... unless I get hurt."

Farkill remembered a story about a cop and a soldier. He said he would carry it by hand because of the lack of [endless bags].

In the woods of Tuman, soldiers will be working, and until before that, they will be hiring civilians. The Royal Lacrimalis Army cannot procure [endless bags], but daring to carry them by hand may also combine the creation of jobs for Nemoralis refugees.

I didn't see any stone hauling in the city. For convenience of being transported in [Leap], the stone collection point is on the western side of the city of Plame… maybe outside the barrier.

... How do I collect it?

"... you can keep it with us, I'll give it to you all together when the boy comes to get the rest, how about that?

"Is that okay? You've even got to be so cotty..."

"At any rate. I don't mind."

Farkill thanked him many times to leave the Mass Dining Room behind.

I also forgot my lunch and ran around to negotiate.