It's all one flower.

FM Cravel's car came back in the middle of Giorchi's commentary on the Republican Transition Centennial song "All One Flower".

A wagon car stops away from a state-broadcast event truck.

Only the funeral parlor Agoni remained by the car, and three of the Star Road Prostitutes approached the truck by killing footsteps. Join the side-by-side row and sing together as if you've been there all along from the beginning.

More lyrics but still in a bug-eating state.

The part I didn't sing off deceitfully with humming.

"That concludes today's extraordinary broadcast. The next three days are scheduled for reruns in southwestern districts. If you missed asking, I'd appreciate it if you could tell us. Above, FM Cravel Extraordinary Broadcast, brought to you by Jorch, National Broadcasting Announcer"

Until now, there has been no reaction from government forces or the Nemus Liberation Army, but to be careful, we flee the scene.

DJ Rafe shut down the equipment and stopped the generator. Cruillo reaches over the driver's seat to receive the antenna and help his father get off the roof of the truck.

In the meantime, DJ Rafe runs into the wagon car. Medvege closed the carriage of the truck with the side open and everyone hurried in.

Two broadcast cars kicked dead grass into the national highway and headed south of the city of West Granato.

Park your car on a hill that is a distance from the city and village, make sure there are no people around you, and get ready for camp.

Across the shore of the sun-dyed Gulf of Vinagrato, you can see the city of East Granato gleaming. There's no fire in the city, and it's still wild tonight.

While Leno and the others were preparing for dinner at the [furnace], the five wizards of the Cruello joined forces to put up [a simple junction].

In time for sunset, the howling exhaled breath flows white.

As soon as the stars come out, it's this cold. Cruillo put Amana in her magical cloak and lowered her hips into the dead grass.

My father and Captain Solniak unload firewood from the carrier. Other than the wizard stopped by the fire and rubbed his hands together.

Dinner is served with the rest of the dongle bread and warm soup.

It's about the middle of a loaf of bread and cookies, but it's fragrant and quite tasty.

There were still plenty of dongles that we all picked up, shelled, boiled and dried. Cruillo once again respected Leno for making the dongle delicious to eat.

Funeral home Agoni talks about the end earlier.

"As soon as the rhyme was over, he came together to tell me to give me the lyrics, and I quickly dashed. When I lost it, I told him I was pasting it out and he came back expecting people to decrease."

"On the way home, an officer was down the ditch and doing something, so I asked him, and he was burning like a curse."

I pretended that Medvege would pinch something.

Agoni laughs.

"Maybe we're talking about a stolen spell. If there's a little bit of burning left, you can tell it's the killer in one shot. Later, it's just a matter of time."

"That's good...... hmm? The killer burned what he stole on purpose, didn't he? Instead of reselling it or using it yourself...?

My father tilted his neck.

"Make me hate you?

"I tried to use it, but I was about to find out I stole it, and I hid the evidence?

Leno shouted his face, and Pinatifida spoke of reasoning.

Temporary residents were stolen from residential [cold stamps]. Most of them were donations, distributed free of charge by bureaux and volunteer organizations, mainly households with infants and the elderly.

The victims' nostalgia won't hurt, but their hearts and bodies will be even colder.

"I don't know how cold it is to steal all those monkeys, but if the police look it up, you won't know right away"

"It was just a little bit, there was no ash. It must have flown in the wind somewhere."

Medvege abandoned reasoning and Agoni spoke of possibilities with what he had seen.

"You burned it, and if the killer gets caught, the spell won't come back."

As Pinatifida sighed (sighs), the boy soldier Morph nodded forcefully.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana pours the dongle bread into the soup and asks the announcer Jorch.

"On reruns, are you going to flush the case?

"No, I'm going to drop you off this time. I don't even know if it's a solo or an organized crime, or what the killer's purpose is. If you circulate information poorly, you'll pull the leg of the investigation. Keep calling attention."

"Oh, that's what you say... or we have to be careful too"

"Right. And the information on shipping and prices is fast, so please update tomorrow as we collect the posters."

"We were all happy with the Pinas' song! Others told me to lyrics too"

Boy soldier Morph shimmered his eyes like he did about me and changed the subject.

The next morning, the Cruillos went to collect the posters in FM Cravel's car.

"I'll leave the lyrics, so you can copy and distribute them at the store"

"Right. Thank you. You have a wonderful visitor."

My aunt at the bag store gave me a handbag for the sale to thank for the radio ad. It's a cheap cloth bag that hasn't gone through any tricks, but I'm happy with the feeling.

The thought of the song was, I didn't have the courage to ask.

"Welcome, that was helpful. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Yes, yes. Yesterday, a customer told me that there was a bomb attack in Vinagrato, not just what he said on the radio..."

Cruillo remembered the terror involved in the capital, Cravel, which nearly stuck his breath, but managed to continue the conversation under the guise of calm.

"Uh... even in the big southern city, is it?

"Brother, you look pale, are you okay?

"Hey, remember the terrorism in the capital..."

"Well, that was tough."

The aunt of the bag shop lurked her voice with a little sympathy.

"So, the customer said in the news that the spell thief was the work of the star..."

"Huh?

Cruillo's voice flips to reasoning without a thump.

"If I use the bomb, I'll die myself, so I guess I'm trying to freeze the makeshift people to death."

"That doesn't mean the police..."

"Come on. But I want you to catch him soon."

"That's right."

He doesn't even know what happened to the customer who showed off his reasoning, and the bag shop doesn't seem to be willing to tell the police himself. I guess it's just an extension of public discourse.

A few other houses, going around the store and back to the wagon, Captain Solgnac was back first.

"In a temporary house in the park, they said the lyrics had been stripped off before they aired. There were still posters left."

"Hmmm... someone who is selfish took it home for himself..."

By the road, I don't know who's listening. I couldn't speak of another possibility.

In the afternoon, we will go to the area covered by the reruns to paste posters with paper and reruns of air dates and the lyrics "Tears of the Goddess" and "Let's Sing Together".

In the southwestern part of the city of West Granato, too, there were spell thefts, mainly in makeshift homes.

"Stolen are people without power."

"I need a spell because I can't use it on my own... it's terrible..."

The volunteers of the people of the lake are angry.

"I make vigilantes and patrol, but I don't find anyone particularly suspicious."

"It doesn't look like they're reselling it, and they're selling it somewhere far away?

"Because of the war, the spell in general, the price is rising."

"The broadcaster said he had no idea what the purpose was, solo or burglar."

According to Cruillo, the people of the local lake were sighing.

"What are the police doing?

"The army is understaffed, and the demons are getting rid of it."

"We even have to go to war..."

"I wish the government forces would just knock on the mainland of Artel and follow me."

"For one thing, won't General Unuk come to power?

The clouds are getting suspicious.

Cruillo thanked me for letting me post the poster and the lyrics and ran to the next place to escape.

He refused "because I don't have a place to stick it" in a few shops, but mostly when he said he would advertise the store, he took it on with pleasure.

The next day's reruns were also successfully completed.

In a small harbour town, the ferry is still uninterrupted between people and things, even though it says there has been more time off.

Praying for the song to spread to at least a few people, a line of mobile distributors Praether Missa followed the city of West Granato.