It's all one flower.

Everyone got to the village about the time the shadows stretched long. As much as a regular snake crawled out along the way, I'm horrified that I didn't have to use "caution".

The houses were leaning against each other, protected by a low stone set, smelling the evening. The villagers returning from the field stop their feet in front of the gate and wind away the five who are short of breath.

"Hmm? You're the grocery store."

"Yes. Hi...... Long time no see. I came to ask you."

Dojevik replied by wiping the sweat with a towel wrapped around his neck. The villagers seemed a little relieved and soothed their expression slightly, but threw a glance at the four strangers and turned to the red-haired grocery store.

"Oh, these people are relying on people they know."

"It's thick and I'm afraid, could someone please stay in the barn? I have food…"

Cruillo and his father look around at the villagers. The old kingdom-era sword was back at the bottom of the sports bag when it joined Cruillo a little in front of the field.

This is the time. I understand the vigilance of the villagers, but even the Cruillos are not necessarily stripped of themselves in their first village.

The gaze between the two is tangled, and the air is strained by tension.

"Is the food canned?

"Yes, a little canned and sturdy bread..."

Asked by an older man, my father answers honestly.

Another asked, looking alternately at my father and the grocery store.

"You don't have any pills, do you?

"I have to be qualified as a pharmacist (dull) or a pharmacist, so I just... I don't know what I need today, so I didn't dare to bring a little detergent, an old pan, notes and a pencil."

As Dojevik lowered his rucksack and let it slap lightly, the villagers looked up into the sky and headed inside the low fence.

Five or six ravens (crows) return to the Garden to set sun in the forest. A thin cloud coloured the remnants of today's light at the height of the sky.

"I'll call everyone, you go to the square."

"You guys, well, don't come in."

One ran with the farm tools on his shoulders, and his aunt, who carried the cage, urged the Cruellos.

Straw (rather) was spread in the middle of the square, and the villagers were gathered.

"Grocery store, show me what you're selling"

"Yes, okay. I don't know when I'll be able to procure it, but I'll ask you what you need."

Arrange sales handily as you say.

"You want to travel during truce time as much as possible, so you can't stay very long, can you? I'm here today to show these people around, and this is the time."

"Oh, the city is a coup d 'état for terrorism, so it seems tough."

"Soon after the coup, the people who ran away stole vegetables and stuff."

"These people don't cottle like that. He's the one who owes us our lives."

The villagers shut up perfectly to the words of the grocery store.

The type of gaze directed at the Cruillos changes.

"Is there a curse doctor or a pharmacist?

None of the four wore badges today. Pinatifida took a step forward holding hands with Amana.

"We're not spelldoctors, but you can tell me and just use [the healing wind]."

"And because these people brought me a well-armed pharmacist, I was saved. Without these people, what would have happened by now..."

... Oh, well. It was dangerous.

Realizing Pinatifida's intentions, Cruillo thanked him from the bottom of his heart for protecting Amana.

"Really? So, I cut it with grass earlier, why don't you let me try and cure it a little?

He said it looked frigid and came forward as the man showed everyone the cut on his palm. Pinatifida answers with her hand in the pocket of her coat.

"If that's about it, we can cure it. Other things, maybe a little stroke mole (bruise) or shoe rub..."

The person in question went out of the hedge and lined up in front of (rather).

Amana and Pinatifida began singing the [blue one-wing] school's curse [healing wind] as they signaled with their eyes and stretched their spines.

"Call me the Blue Winged Serpent of Life, Infinite Power. Come here now..."

The villagers pay attention to their wounds and those of their neighbors.

Two clear singing voices drew strength from [the crystal of magic] and repaired the superficial layer of the body. The square is full of surprise and joy.

The cut on his palm disappeared like it had been wiped away, he said as the man gripped and opened it over and over again.

"You can really cure it. Thank you. Stay with us. We don't have enough beds in the barn."

"I don't know how far you're going, but I need you to join me for dinner."

"I'll straw it in the barn, you'll definitely come to us!

Healed people thank you and go back for each one. Several people told the grocery store what they needed, and one of your grandparents exchanged stationery and dried vegetables for a child's study.

"Well, while our guy's making the bunk, I'll take care of the rice, so stay with me."

"Thank you. I'll take care of you."

"Grocery store, directions, thank you"

"Hey, I can only do this, and I'm so sorry I turned it down"

"No, that helped. Thank you."

"Be well."

Words exchanged briefly with the grocery store, which had been busy for a long time in business, and the four Cruillos followed the farmer's stranger.

"The bathroom is there. Well's this way."

Your mother washed the four sweaty people in [dry water] and put them in the house.

Cruillo and Amana are rare and frivolous farmers. Thick wooden beams supported the bungalow ceiling, with lots of dried vegetables hanging. The house made of wood, dirt and stone looks ancient, but well protected by the art.

"What happened to the pharmacist?

Your father asks you to arrange a barrel of chair replacement around the table.

"I [jumped] to Wang Du this morning"

"Oh, yeah, I guess so. If it's going to be used by the government or the PLA, you should go abroad."

Clouding his face with Cruillo's father's answer, your grandmother began to support him for dinner.

... Rumors are spreading so far.

Cruillo prayed to the gods for Leno's safety.