It's all one flower.

Because it was a holiday, the cars driving down the boulevard in front of Rufus seminary were neglected.

In the cobblestone streets sprinkled with dead leaves, the walls and gates of the splendid mansion, meanwhile the elegantly built shops dot the potpourri over there and the potpourri over here. The signs, every store had a sprinkled design, but I didn't know how many.

"Well, where shall we go?

"Clothes store...... I'd like to go check it out, okay?

"What kind of clothes do you need?

"Oh, no, I don't need it right now, but my mother sews with her hobby, so I was wondering if I'd be happy to tell her about Artel's clothes..."

"Oh, is that what you're saying? You're filial."

Unyielding smiles were directed at Skinum, and Roark wanted to retract the prepared lie.

Think a little and add some of your real purpose.

"We were burned out, and all the clothes my mother gave me were ashes... in fact, these clothes are different from those from Senator Padsnyejnik."

"Was it? … even if the path is in darkness for a moment, if we do not lose sight of the guidance of the moon and the stars, it will reach dawn"

When Skinum chanted a passage of the sacrament, the theological students walking nearby also chanted.

Roark thanked him in a whisper.

"... so I wish I could tell you about Artel's garment industry and help you rebuild a little."

Lay down your eyes and don't dare look at Skinum's expression. Still, I could see him from the core of his heart looking carefully for words to sympathize and hang with the Kirkurs living within the Farkil and Nemoralis republics.

... Koitz, can you do this after you've been so slightly deceived and out of society?

Theological students continue to walk out the gate and in one direction. Roark rode into the flow of people with strange worries.

"If that's what you mean...... there aren't many shops around here in the residential area so take the bus to the shopping mall"

"Shopping mall?

"There are many clothes stores and other shops, so I think it would be perfect for a tour."

The two walked side by side on white cobblestones with no spells or curses.

In front of mansions everywhere, the servants swept the deciduous leaves and not a single piece of garbage had fallen on the street.

I'm a worried protector.

If you purify the field and calm your mind, you can keep the Miscellaneous Demon away.

Kirkuls call themselves "caretakers," but the point is to clean around them.

In Nemoralis, he was cleaning public places on Town Hall duty. The powerful people are [manipulated water], the powerless people are […] only by different means, and the same purpose, whether in Artel or Nemoralis, is to "pay for the filth and cleanse".

"When you came, you couldn't afford to see it properly, but it's a boulder. So well cared for..."

"I hope the whole country is..."

Roark let him feel it, but Skinum smiled, and his classmates waiting for the bus turned to look uncomfortable. Tilt his neck and look at Skinum, but the honor student is staring under his feet.

One of my classmates turned a harsh gaze on "international student caregivers," but I don't realize the skinum to think about it. The classmate put down a breath and heard in a loke-friendly voice.

"Which way are we going, Mr. Rourke?

"I'm taking you to the mall for a social tour."

"Really? You're keen to study on your day off. Unfortunately, some of the many shops are too busy to be well protected."

The classmates pulled in a loving laugh and clouded their faces.

"The common part of the mall is well cleaned, so it's okay..."

Another added that the names "okay shops" and "dangerous shops" were named one after the other from within the queue. After all, it's not something I can remember. Roark thanked his eyes black-and-white and ate into a good opportunity to elicit information.

"Which way are you guys going?

"We're a shopping mall, too. Of course (of course), we don't stop at dangerous stores. I'm going to the bookstore."

"Is this a book not in a school store?

"Yep. I didn't put the novel down. I don't mind selling it online, but it's also a change of mood..."

Thanks internally for waving a sticky topic, Roark rolled the conversation with a real smile.

"You're a reader. What novels are popular right now?

"It depends on the gender and age of the reader… adventure novels have been popular among boys, middle and high school students like us for years"

"Uh... did you know about the series" Adventurer Cactacare "?

Another sees Roark with a mixed eye of anxiety and anticipation.

"No, I've never heard of it before. What kind of story is that?

To answer honestly, the scene quieted down like time had stopped and gaze gathered in Skinum.

... Is that a story against the doctrine?

At the same time, I noticed from earlier that Skinum did not speak a word.

"With that said, Skinum, you're on vacation, you've been reading, what kind of book are you reading?

"A few theological and legal books..."

"You're a very studious man."

Before he shook the story, when Roark praised him, Skinum shyly shifted his eyes and leaned down. Subtle air flows through my classmates.

Just there, the bus came.

In the ho loose air, one roak turns blue.

"Ah, change......!

One of the highest bills was given to the accountant as a penny. The accountant's staff was closed on Saturdays, Sundays and holidays in an effort to get him to turn back to the office and exchange them. If the bus changer doesn't handle it, I'll have to ask someone to replace it or give up going out today.

Skinum looked up.

"It's okay. This is a free shuttle bus to the mall."

"What? What's free?

Smile and nod at the clapped roak.

"Yes, only on holidays, we're touring the city"

"It would be more lucrative to have a large number of customers here than to collect the fare."

Other boys nodded as well, an adventure novel fan classmate added.

"Heh... that's awesome"

Roark was honestly impressed.

The car is filled with not only theological students, but also families, old couples, groups of friends and couples. Theological students grab onto suspension wheels and railings.

As the bus moved, an earlier classmate eared to Roark.

"There are more than twenty books in the Cacta Care series, including the outside world."

"Is it going on that much? It's a long story."

Roark was seriously surprised.

A classmate peeks at Skinum on the side. The honorary student was being spoken to by an old man sitting nearby.

"Besides, the story falls apart one book at a time, so I can't explain it in a single word."

As Roark raised his eyebrows, his classmates whispered deeper into their voices.

"There are summary sites created by fans and forums where you can share your thoughts. If you like, search on your device."

"Thanks for letting me know what sounds interesting. Earlier tonight, I'll look into it."

I perceived that Skinum didn't want me to know, and I made contact with him in a whisper of gratitude.

Roark recalled that Farkill had pulled information out of a bulletin board that brought together Kirkulus cultural areas… common language speakers to compile it on the site Trip Records.

With the story of the novel in mind, if we get along with him, we might be able to pull out other information. If you put your face on the forum of thoughts, it is possible that you can send him away without skinum.

Saying a popular novel to boys middle and high school students would also be a clue to the edge of this country's culture.

... searching means you're on the Internet. Well, then, when you cross over to Lanterna Island, I hope Farkill tells you about this with him.

"Are you in the forum, too?

"Yep... don't tell me. It's not my real name Ursa Mayor Septem, it's my handle name that says Okto."

"Handoru Mm...?

"It's a nickname on the Internet. There's something in the way of your real name, so you should use some other name too."

"Is that what you say? Thank you."

... That's right, Farkill, you also named yourself "Traveler in Search of the Truth".

In the countries of the magical civilization, we live by name, not by real name.

In the countries of the scientific civilization area, it was understood that real life lives by its real name and on the Internet it names a dedicated name.

The conversation between the two is confused by the chatter and engine noise of the ladies. Ursa Mayor glanced over Roark's shoulder at Skinum. Roark also saw him in the window, but didn't notice the pickup, he turned his eyes out the window and was unresponsive.

Adventure novel fan Ursa Mayor outstretched her shoulders to meet Roark and begin a public conversation with her.

Street trees with coarse leaves teach that winter visits are close.

The free shuttle bus went through a luxury residential neighborhood with extended walls of the same house and into a residential neighborhood lined with common private and collective homes. More passengers at once, stuffed with cucumbers.

Before long, similar houses made their way through neatly lined residential districts and entered the commercial district where they chatted in miscellaneous buildings with various shops and colorful signs.

The red light stops the bus and somehow looks out.

Miscellaneous demons were howling in the gap of the Miscellaneous Building. Even though it was not sunny, I didn't expect such a thing to get into my eyes from within the day, and Roark was gnawed.

The two Miscellaneous Buildings could see from the sign design that all the "adult" shops were occupied.

... In short, is that what you're saying?

I guess the mall also has "unhealthy" compartments that collect such "dangerous stores". Roark smiled unexpectedly.