It's all one flower.

up the ramped passage and is passed into the next room. This is a warehouse, too.

The other room next door was the bedroom. There are five bunk beds identical to the grocery store and an injured person is put to sleep on the lower level of the line.

"The last couple of daughters were in the North End, but they got into battle. My grandson and great-grandson were killed. You think you can fix that?

"To try not to see... uh, can you get me some hot water first?

"Oops. Cheap help."

The butcher truthfully followed the instructions of the pharmacist and pulled into the next room. Awellana takes vanilla tea out of her handbag.

The butcher's daughter looked the same age as the grocery store's aunt, but she has a grandson, and I don't know his actual age.

The hands and feet are wrapped in bandages, and the concubine is hit. The bandage on his head was hardened and blackened with blood. You're unconscious, and you don't respond to the voices of people you don't know.

The man in the next bed just glanced at this one with his eyes through the bandage gap, but he couldn't seem to move.

"Grocery store or butcher, which is more magical, stronger?

"Cousin... butcher."

"What am I supposed to do?

The butcher brought back a chunk of water before the pharmacist could answer.

"I'm tired of healing so many people from earlier, please lend me your magic. [Crystal of Magic] Yes."

"Oh, cheap help. Lend me that."

The butcher got his hands on it, but the pharmacist (dull) shook his head.

"Not enough to fill this..."

"Hmm? Oh, you should accommodate magic over [the crystal]. So, what about this hot water?

"Make some vanilla tea and let the hot air go to your room."

"Well, I'll do that."

An aunt at the grocery store chanted [dried water] and received a water mass. Awellana inserts a bunch of vanilla into the hot water drifting through the universe and offers the butcher a hand with [the crystal of magic] on it. They held hands together and knelt (kneeling) to the unconscious patient's pillow.

A pharmacist touches the patient's neck and whispers in powerful words. The butcher opened his eyes and asked the pharmacist of the people of the lake.

"How about you [White One-Winged]?

"There are only a few other schools. I need a lot of magic because I don't have any medicine for fractures and I need to heal them with [blue wings]."

"Oh, well. Nice to meet you. Spend as much as I can."

The butcher caged his strength in his hands connected to the pharmacist.

"So, Sensei... how's my daughter...?

"Lots of bruises and abrasions. Hives in the skull and pelvis. Fractures in both hands, feet, ribs, and clavicle. I have a slight burn to my airway and a small stab wound to my right lung. I'm unconscious because of a brain bleed."

The butcher's face is cloudy.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since you were injured?

The butcher stared at the ceiling and roared.

"It's not day or night in the hole. A week... no, I don't know if it's been ten days or so."

"What's your daughter's meal?

"Until about yesterday, I swallowed it myself... and after I stopped waking up, I soaked it with surgery and let it nourish me..."

"Really... I'll see you next"

… is it the art of examining?

I just heard it in the bedroom of the grocery store. It's a spell I've heard several times before.

When I was a kid, I remembered seeing a [white one-wing] curse doctor at a neighborhood hospital. The curse doctor died of aging when Leno was in middle school.

"... Neither of you is in a state of contention for a moment. Of course (of course), it shouldn't be like this..."

The butcher and grocery store looked at each other in a hospitable manner.

... There are plenty of wound pills.

Leno was relieved, but his right arm remained broken. Now I was more concerned about Tis than I was about to be.

"Prepare a butcher, medicine jar (yakan) and as large a pot as possible, and enough water to go in that pot"

When the butcher left, the pharmacist (dull) looked around the bedroom and told the grocery store aunt.

"And a chair or something to put a pot or something, a table..."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. If you don't mind. I'll bring your chair, too."

My aunt takes vanilla tea back to her earlier room. Fractured Leno felt sorry for herself for not even being able to help carry her luggage.

The butcher returned to where Awellana put a bag of concentrated wound medicine and salt out of the bag.

"Hmm? What about him?

"Go to that room to get the table where you put it..."

When Leno answered, the butcher left the pot and medicine jar on the floor to help.

Place the medicine jar (yakan) and pan in an empty crate and fill each with vanilla tea and water.

"I'm going to unwrap the bandage now and get ready for treatment. The butcher in the meantime..."

The butcher followed the gaze of the pharmacist Awellana and looked at Leno's chest and nodded.

"Okay. I did it to a human opponent, but I'll try it together."

"Regards"

Leno lowered his head by posturing correctly.

"I don't know if it's going to work. Brother, put me in your box."

Placing Tis' shoes in a crate with nothing, the butcher lowered his hips in front of it and took silver pens and ink bottles and small leather bags out of his swollen forehead and lined them up.

Leno kneels beside them and watches the work.

The butcher's hand untied the shoelaces and carefully removed the contents. Leno could no longer look at his sister's wounds and closed his eyes and prayed to the gods.

... butcher, Fraxinus, Panisea Uni Flora, Sturasi... please protect Tis feet.

"You're washing beautifully. Excellent."

Raise your eyelids gently to the butcher's voice.

He held his heel (heel) with one hand and began to draw a curse on the back of his leg.

Silver pen tips carve scratches on white skin. Instead of blood flowing, the wound is filled with dark colored ink, with a slight appearance of complex shapes. Pouring a little ink on the scratch, pulling the last stroke, the butcher cast a spell by poking the tip of the pen into the center of the curse. Change the discouragement of chanting along the way and sprinkle the contents of the bag...... salty white powder.

I know they use more than one technique, but I don't know what each of them is.

Upon finishing the chant, the butcher put a thousand chopped socks back on and gently put them back on his shoes. Notice Leno's gaze and put him on the crate.

"Now, if it's true, it's a technique used in slaughterhouses. [Embalming], [exorcising] and [off-limits] hanging on branches…"

"What? [No entry]...?

The butcher scratched his head and explained.

"The art of forbidding meat from coming through the world."

"Ah..."

Leno was still surprised to see if there was even such a procedure.

Our lives really don't come about without magic at all.

"The Alton Gaza continent, if it's a land of few demons, will rarely say so without this, but what can I do? This one is close to the sealed land."

"Ah...... thank you!

As Leno held Tis shoes and said, the butcher laughed weakly.

"Hey, I mean fine. Your pills will help our daughter and her wife.... By the way, is that lady a powerful people?

"No… a people without power"

"Right. That's good. My magic will protect you for a month."

"Is that so?

With all that time, I felt like I could somehow get to Wang Capital.

...... Mr. Awellana can't. But if you can pay the jewels in the fishing village and get the boat out, maybe we can work it out?

"If the magic is strong, the power to attract demons and things will also be strong for that matter. They broke the [off-limits]."

"... I didn't know"

Leno never dreamed that the day would come when he would "be glad" to be a powerless people.

"There's a much more powerful technique than the funeral parlor's [guiding white butterfly] school nya [mourning] bald eagle [bald eagle], but our technique is human... especially when it's magical, it's all sorts of things."

"So, but thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry I couldn't!

As Leno bowed his head again, the butcher cleared the tools into his front pocket and said.

"I just hung my guard. You can't be held accountable until you're cured."

"No, now you have hope. Thank you very much."

Lowering his head, a tear fell to the stone floor filled with relief and joy.

A pharmacist (dull) is called to Awellana, where the butcher's pawn returns to his daughter's pillow.

His daughter had unbandaged him and exposed him to an unbroken wound. Leno thought it might be better if he wasn't unconscious if he didn't have to feel the pain.

My daughter's son-in-law hasn't done anything yet.

"Your daughter is more seriously injured, so take this one first... lung stab wounds, ribs and clavicle, then head. To prevent the infection, heal the wounds on the surface of the two bodies, and today, it's over."

"What..."

Surprise came from the next bed.

Pharmacist Awellana turns around and tells the butcher's daughter son-in-law.

"You have a terrible burn on your leg, and just healing it drains your strength. Eat something nourishing and wait a couple of days to see how it goes before moving on to the next treatment."

"Ah... what about him?

A plundered voice guides his wife.

"My wife just has a minor burn in her airway, so I can heal a lot today. But fractures in your hands and feet and your pelvis will wait a little while for your health to recover."

The butcher's eyes go back and forth between his daughter and the pharmacist.

"Isn't our kid more seriously wounded?

"The head wound, because you should hurry to heal"

The pharmacist's attitude is calm, but Leno felt sorry for the butcher's parents and children.

... Could it be that your daughter... is pretty nasty?

Leno found out why he was left behind, but became anxious to sleep tonight.

My broken arm has a fever and my whole body has been weak since just now. The deep part of my right arm hurt as I beat.