It's all one flower.

Two members of the Nemus Liberation Army nod with a bitter face.

"That's right. A spell thief. of temporary dwellings… and all the powerless people are being harmed"

"Eh... the M.O. was popular in West Granato and Vinagrat."

When Cruillo said unexpectedly, a PLA soldier ate it.

"Can you tell me more about that story?

"I'm also the one standing talkin '. Let's talk in a makeshift assembly hall."

... Shit!

Cruillo regretted it, but the DJ Rafe follows according to light conditions. I have anxiety, but before I said it, I couldn't say no, and Cruillo continued.

The rally point is no different from the rest of the prefab, lined with long desks and pipe chairs. A medicine tank was setting up hot air on the oil stove. Surrounded by a central stove, volunteers listen to the old man, and at the long desk, several teach each other knitting.

"Hello"

"Hello -"

"What do you say? Did they catch the killer?

"No, not at all. Tell me more because these people have had similar incidents elsewhere."

Temporary residents and volunteers exchanged words in a way they were able to unravel with Nemus Liberation Army soldiers, and the soothing air remained unchanged. The old ladies, who look like temporary residents, start preparing tea at once.

"Well, come sit down"

"Oh, thank you."

PLA soldiers and DJ Rafe sit on their normal faces. Cruillo lowered his hips in a cloak to avoid his knees being noticed trembling a little.

Where the old woman lovingly serves tea, the soldiers cut it out.

"Keep up the good work just now"

"Can you also give me the information I have over there?

When DJ Rafe said, the soldiers turned to surprise (a lot).

"I'm evacuating in an FM Cravel mobile broadcaster. So, I'm going to cover the news, the information about the stores, and I'm going to broadcast it, and I'm going to have the advertising cost divided into food and stuff, and, well, somehow, I'm living."

"Even before I got here, I broadcast about the spell thief, the police and the locals telling me to be careful."

The soldiers looked at each other and the others stopped chatting and paid attention.

The two Nemus Liberation Army send something with their gaze and pull their jaws into the slight (calf). One of them turned around and said:

"I'll talk to you upstairs for a second. Can you give me a minute?

"What? Yeah, well..."

"Bye!"

"Have a cup of tea, and we'll wait for you in public."

One rushed out and the other recommended tea.

... this guy, the lookout?

I wondered what was wrong with Cruillo, but DJ Rafe drinks tea with a cheerful face and shakes the story.

"Is this a room, is it free?

"Hmm?... do you have a spare room?

When the soldier asked the young man in apron, the green-haired volunteer shook his neck to the side.

"There are three households, and there are cucumber rooms, and there are people living in tents, and there's no room for them."

"Uh..."

"Well, I guess I'll have to go somewhere else."

DJ Rafe succinctly represented Kruillo's unspoken disappointment. The companions turn a pitiful eye.

"Where did you guys come from?

"It's Cravel. If I stayed, I wouldn't have enough lives."

"I was dying of a star attack too..."

"Well..."

The old woman who made me tea deepens the wrinkles on my face and I'm sorry. A man of a temporarily inhabited land people nods with his knitted gloves on his lap.

"I know a little bit about Cravel because he's doing it on national broadcasts."

"Someone from the PLA told you the news about the capital?

Pretend DJ Rafe doesn't know.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Oh, really? When we were in Cravel, a woman from the PLA taught us the battle zone."

"It doesn't matter when I leave the capital, I haven't heard the long story... is that what's happening now"

When Cruillo impressed him, the PLA soldiers waved in front of his face.

"We're blocking broadcasts from the capital and circulating information that's convenient for the Kripeus administration."

"What about civil liberation?

When Rafe heard, the soldier shook his head.

"Similar mon."

"Uh..."

"So the news in the capital is also eyebrow spitting"

"But if it were a local FM station..."

A soldier and a volunteer youth looked sinister at Rafe's question.

"There are fewer sponsors, it looks like we're out of budget, and the show is considerably less. The time for one show is extended, and the broadcast itself is long overdue."

"Are you with me everywhere -..."

Rafe dropped his shoulder and sipped his tea. Cruillo also takes the mug.

A pale blonde aunt stopped knitting hands and asked.

"How's the price? Was there somewhere cheap?

"I don't know about the prices here yet, but I was surprised that Racica and Geatzint had about fifty times the price of wheat."

"Fifty times?

"Why not..."

From all over the assembly hall, a voice of surprise rises.

Rafe answered, putting the mug down.

"Because there are more people at once. Besides, we're out of contact ships with Nenia Island, and [endless bags] are soaring... there are plenty of reasons to increase the price, but aren't there any reasons to lower it?

"The sooner the war ends for me..."

"Soldier, I asked you to."

Temporary residents turn their eyes to the soldiers of the Nemus Liberation Army and an old woman prays hand in hand.

"Oh, when the time comes."

"Isn't that just the way it is?"

A dark-haired man squeals sideways.

Cruillo flinched, but a PLA soldier overheard.

"Those south of the Ougali Mountains, that sounds tough. There are fewer regular soldiers here, so the police are taking hands on the extermination of the Warcraft and not enough to investigate or control it."

"So thieves are prevalent over there."

DJ Rafe hits the gavel in good time.

"I guess. In order from the city where the PLA branches were formed, the Warcraft extermination was handed over here."

Cruillo drinks a thin cup of tea and listens not to miss a word about Rafe and the soldier.

"Is it recent that you have a branch here?

"Oh, it's just after the year's up. I made an agreement with the police at the beginning of this month, and now I'm hearing about demons, sightings of something, and damage..."

"You talk a lot about thieves, don't you?

"That's right! For once, I'm giving the police information."

"It's tough, huh? Since when do you have a curse thief?

Ask questions while DJ Rafe works hard.

Cruillo was surprised to start talking about the half-mouthed matter here, "judging by headquarters," he said.

The soldier twisted his neck a little and shut up, but he wasn't thinking about the acceptability of answering others here, he just tracked his memory.

"I didn't ask straight, but the police said around autumn... General Unuk Elhaia was up and about a little while later."

"So, you still won't get caught?

"Oh, absolutely. Anyway, the cops are taking hands on the extermination of the demons."

"So, from now on, you're going to be able to investigate properly."

DJ Rafe turns around and says it's the same thing that's solved.

Residents and volunteers also loosened their faces, but shriveled (squished) with a word of soldiers.

"I don't think so."

"Why not?

When Cruillo heard, the PLA soldiers saw the temporary residents as chirali and turned their gaze back to the others.

"Why... that would be a reissue of your ID..."

"Ahhh...!

Breathtaking simultaneously.

... because he lent out the ["Shishi Candlestick"] used in the investigation?

Even without the remnants, I thought if I used them against the door of the victim's house, I could identify the person who snagged the lock, but it was sweet. A voice of disappointment spreads to the assembly center.

"I guess you're stealing in anticipation of that"

"Bad nature…"

"Well, that's why we started taking on patrols, too. If you notice anything, tell the branch or the police."

"Wouldn't it be better if the light of a strip of light seemed to pioneer the darkness at dawn?"

Cruillo saw the speaker as Gyoo. A young man with green hair.

... Why, the people of the lake? Because it's fashionable among volunteers?

An earlier soldier is back.