It's all one flower.

Cruello and DJ Rafe were guided to a tiled, miscellaneous building.

Various techniques of protection are carried out in the manner seen in the city of Cardafstovaux on the island of Lanterna, with the spells and spells of the [nest hanging (kake)] school painted on tiles.

There was a magnificent wooden sign on the door facing the street on the ground floor that read "Nemus Liberation Army Persiek Branch".

They used to be coffee shops.

The counter with the season is polished, reflecting the store's calm in candy gloss. Superior tables and chairs, wall lumbar plates, columns, etc. were also old but well maintained.

The shelves at the back of the counter, where the dishes used to fit, neatly fit weapons such as guns and swords, files with documents closed, boxes labeled.

The table of more than a dozen seats was filled by about half, and a couple of men and women, wrapped in [armor] similar to the men in the guide, sat separately. In a seat close to the entrance, he meets the map in front.

Twenty-nine people are all within sight. There were not only the people of the lake, but also the people of the land.

Cruillo stared and slammed into his head what was going on in the Persiek branch of the Nemus Liberation Army.

"Branch manager, informant, I brought him in."

The man in the deepest seat raised his face from the paperwork and silently invited him.

As Rafe and Cruello sat down in a heavy wooden chair, a soldier guiding them stood behind them.

It smells fragrant from somewhere.

A cup of coffee for three was brought to the table with the paperwork aside.

"What? Is that okay?

Imports have lagged behind and are now luxury goods.

The people of the old lake had a dripping grin on their mouths.

"I don't mind. This is my shop originally, and it just degrades where I spared it.... because it's old, I can assure you of the flavor."

"No, no... how many months of coffee..."

"Thank you. Don't hesitate."

The two honestly rejoiced in the richness of the flavor for a long time.

The branch manager lowers his eyeballs and sips himself.

"Come on, you guys are gonna be busy, so why don't you talk to me over a drink? About the West Granato and Vinagrat Curse Thief."

"Can I just talk about this coffee?

The branch manager laughed bitterly when DJ Rafe put up an expensive cup to watch.

"If I have more information, I think I'll get that."

"Rewards, don't you have to be objects?

"What?"

"It's a right to broadcast safely."

Cruillo hinted at DJ Leif's bold suggestion.

... What if they think we're fighting and selling?

What measures and calculations does he have? All I can do is peek at the branch manager across the scented hot air with my lips on the cup. I just wanted to avoid saying extra things and breaking them down.

"Are you afraid of retaliation for the killer?

"There's that, too, but even in the way of an investigation, you don't want the police to stop broadcasting. I want to draw the attention of the city."

"Oh, be careful on the air, you might change the riverbank."

... If I find out there's a state-run broadcaster named Joorci, I'm scared these people are going to certify me as an enemy.

To the boulder. I can't tell you that even if my mouth rips.

DJ Rafe did not touch on the matter and proceeded to talk.

"It's an FM event broadcast car. Why is the radio transmission range so narrow that it has to be reruns and reruns several times in order to reach the entire city? If it doesn't snow, we'll be moving to the next city in roughly ten days to two weeks."

"An escort in the meantime... this one's not a wacko with too much manpower, but, well, it depends on the content"

The branch manager placed the cup and sank himself on the couch.

"The spell thieves, even in a city larger east than the city of West Granato, have been in a row. The common denominator is that the victim is a powerless citizen who leans on temporary housing and the stolen goods are [cold marks] distributed free of charge by bureaux and volunteers."

"I know that, and I know this police station."

Branch manager nods and urges ahead.

DJ Rafe continued in a tone like that of announcer Jorch.

"No one in the stolen city or surrounding villages sold [cold stamps] or gave them to them as exchanges."

"Cup third"

"The door keys were physically torn open with something like a tool, not the [unlocking] of the procedure. Whether it's a powerless people or a powerful people offense who don't know the spell of [unlocking], we haven't narrowed down the statue of the killer."

"Half a cup"

The Branch Manager scores dry.

Cruillo gently put the cup on the saucer just with his lips on.

"It's unclear at the moment whether it's a solo offender or an organized offense, but at least, it doesn't look like the purpose of the West Granato City offender is to resell or use it himself"

"What makes you think that?

"How much is it now?

The branch manager was stuck for a long time and looked at Cruillo and said.

"Give me a reason, I'll probably go for the other half or so. Brother in the cape, drink while it's not cold."

"Yes."

When Cruello wrapped the cup with both hands and leaned against his lips, DJ Rafe said why.

"Shards of [cold resistance marks] have been found in the city of West Granato. It was burning, but there were no traces of burning something, such as ash, at the spot of discovery, and it was said that it must have been flown in the wind when it was burned somewhere. I don't know if it was merely disgusting or the spell of activation of something I tried to use at home and the evidence was obliterated... the reason for the incineration is unknown"

"Has there been a legacy? You can drink it all."

Cruillo took a sip and rolled a long time of bitterness and slight (kasu) acidity over his tongue. I feel a lingering fruit in the distance of the aftertaste. I realized it was the same luxury item served at the Dossici City Mansion. As the Branch Manager put it, the fruitiness is probably thin because it has deteriorated.

"Is that all?

"As for the spell thief, that's all"

"You have a story to pay for the escort, don't you?

Branch manager gets himself up off the couch and takes the cup. DJ Rafe also took a sip and asked questions.

"You people here are powerful people, aren't you?

"Oh, what's wrong with that?

"What about the long-lived race born during the Old Kingdom?

"I'm the only one here right now."

Nemus Liberation Army Persiek Branch Manager seems to be the same age as funeral home Agoni.

DJ Rafe, in a pale tone, lined up all the volunteer slogans he had previously heard in shelters and makeshift homes everywhere.

... you're memorizing it! Awesome......!

Cruillo only remembers to the extent he can tell if you ask. I felt sorry for my memory.

"You volunteers say that all the time. It doesn't even add to my belly... rest easy."

"Don't you hear me, Mr. Branch Manager?

DJ Rafe peeks into his green eyes.

"Hmm?... It's the same rhetoric I've heard somewhere, but it's an encouragement, they're all alike"

"So how about this?

DJ Rafe made the original prayer words of Kirkulus taught by Captain Sornyak sound like words.

The road leading to Happiness is far away, but the sun wheel illuminates brightly, and protects those who do not stray from evil.

Even if the road 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.

Dear Saint Kirkulus Lacteus.

Lights of knowledge in the eyes swallowed and blocked by darkness, and by a single light open darkness, lead us and them to the path of the Sacred Stars.

The Branch Manager's complexion changes and he embarks himself on the table. The air strained on the soldiers' vigilance and stabbed them in the skin of Cruello.

"Where, take that...?

"Did you know? How much do you want?

"I'll be escorting you all the time while you're in this city. Is that on the air, too?

"No way. If you do that, private sentencing (lynching) to powerless people will be rampant, like Cravel. Only enough to sneak up on who's making it popular..."

"Right... right"

The branch manager kept himself on the couch and urged his men, who had floated their hips, to sit by hand.

"In Geatzint, I was taught by funeral parlors of the long-lived race. We also stopped at the notebook to find out where it was popular... and now we've completely memorized it."

"I'm still in the sky... But if you ask me, I'm surprised that a volunteer from the people of the lake said so earlier..."

"No way, that guy...?

Branch manager turns pale.

"It's fashionable, and it feels good Kotoba, so the majority of people are just saying it somehow. So, I can't take far-fetched action."

"Right. Then ask the volunteer center to investigate as well... that's no good. Maybe he's already in. Shit!"

The branch manager slapped his fist on the couch.

A soldier standing behind DJ Rafe asks terribly.

"Is there a thief on the volunteer?

"Worse nature (tachi).... What I'm about to say is useless. Never imitate."

The branch manager stood up and looked around the store and said.

"Earlier, the slogans lined up by informants all altered Kirkurus prayer complaints"

An agitation runs to my men and kills them in the store.

"Now, like I said, it's fashionable, so the majority of the guys who don't even know how to say it. If there's a guy running around, don't give him a hand."

"So what do I do?

A sharp voice flew from the female soldier who was caring for the weapon.

"Don't worry about anything. Just tell me when, where, who, and what you were saying. To a certain extent, after we gather the information, I'll give you the following instructions. Don't imitate it."

The Branch Manager repeatedly presses for attention.

DJ Rafe wrote a volunteer slogan on a piece of paper that one of the soldiers had dropped by, alongside a Kirkulus prayer word (phrase).