It's all one flower.

"I'll arrange the computer for the input. Five cars, maybe enough?

The mistress gazed at Archione, not Farkill. My face is smiling but my eyes aren't smiling.

... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

But if Farkill says anything here, he could oil the fire. A needle Amiella turns her face to Senator Laqueus like she asks for help and makes her gaze wander into the universe looking for words all three should say.

Asakor's party leader turned his gaze on Farkill and turned his gaze on the four "Bouquet of Peace” girls. The leader Archione stretches his spine and the last three become smaller and watch what happens.

You're sure you're from Artel, aren't you?

"Yes."

Archione affirmed with a hard voice.

"I heard you learn how to use computers at Artel's school, but you're willing to stop sorting the paper you're doing now and help me type..."

"I'm sorry. Huh!

Elektra lowered her head with a peck. For a moment with his face up, he sees Archione but says with dismay that the leader does not distract him from the leader of the party.

"We, the idol job is super! I've been busy, I've been rarely allowed to go to school for about two years before I quit, and I've been out of hippos going to school with lessons and overseas performances, and, uh, I mean... I can use the tablet, but I'm sorry I can't help you by saying that the keyboard input on my computer is murky!

Electra bowed her head in the momentum to turn to Farkill and worship.

Tygeta sees Archione as chilli and holds down her glasses.

"I think Mr. Farkill's current condition has overlapped with ours."

"I won't let you rest. I'm sure it's bad for the adults. Mr. Farkill, I'm sorry I didn't notice."

Apologized to the leader of the Asakor party, Farkill responded to many things.

Tygeta continues by looking sideways at the two intercessions.

"Since the beginning of the war, for the sake of Dawn of War, sleep time was severely shredded and packed in a schedule, and even if your skin was rough due to lack of sleep, you were misled and used with makeup..."

"It wasn't a decent company. The office where we were."

When Asterope said to the sighing mix, the type of silence changed.

I can take insurance out of the eyes of my mistress and Archione.

The servant came back with a cup of tea.

Clean up the empty dishes into the wagon and make tea after meals handily. The servants left the Great Dining Room in a gracious manner as to what signals had been given.

Farkill suggests turning his face to the leader of the Asakor party.

"If you just type, the letters are arranged the same, so I don't care who can use the typewriter, do you?

"Clerk seems to be able to handle it, but speak up for the refugee camp..."

The party leader asks the old senator next door for his consent.

Senator Laqueus nodded and suggested ahead.

"Shall I ask Senator Jubermen to enter only the numbers for the camp here and the free fill field, as I ask him to enter the minutes for Lacrimaris"

"After entering, you should integrate the data."

My mistress agrees.

The recovered questionnaire consisted of Nemoralis Construction Union aspirations and “bouquets of peace", plus needle salotka sorting attributes and aggregating results by respondent location.

Two people, Farkill and Help, enter that number and the Free Fill field, but this was harder than expected.

There are many blanks, but some even write on the back of the form that "you can finally hear me". Handwritten characters were not just easy to read, but some took longer to decipher.

The answer form lists the lives of people trampled through peaceful lives.

Not a single one could be neglected.

Spelldoctor Septentorio says reluctantly.

"Will there be a daily allowance for refugees who help?

Every day, taking a trip to camp, he sees the life. Senator Raqueus and the leader of the Assacol party, who also goes through with prosperity in their feet, have become difficult faces.

"With us, you're in trouble here."

"I don't have anything to pay for..."

"If you work all day, you can serve lunch and snacks. More than that, I'm sure you'll be able to rub it inside the camp, so hey..."

When her fellow mistress clouded her words, the curse doctor clouded her face a little, but said in a howling voice.

"I'm afraid so. Today, quickly, I'm going to speak up."

Farkill was saddened by the dripping smile of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

As soon as the input is complete, the number of cities with few answers copies the data from the computer to Farkill's tablet terminal and publishes them on the site Trip Records.

Diffusion of that address in the SNS prompted Hunan Economic Newspapers and Correspondents to request permission to use the data.

Recently, I listened to Fiarlka, a haulier, and Razornik, an intelligence agent, and responded in recognition, but the general audience's reaction was dull.

"Mr. Farkill, please promise me that you will rest once a week, even if the people who help you don't come from Mitsuzu right away"

"Just because you're young doesn't mean you can't do much."

When the curse doctor and the old senator say, everyone nods forcefully, too. Farkill reluctantly promised to take Sunday off.