It's all one flower.

I rode in the cold wind and smelled delicious.

The twitching of the city that awakened the sparrows.

Earlier, I had just had a sandwich, but there was something about the smell of bread and eggs being baked that attracted me.

Roark came up with an excuse to get down to the underground town of Chernoknyjnik.

"Wearing it on top of each other, it's cold outside. Until bus time, don't you even have tea?

"Right. Where..."

"Let's go down to the basement. It said downtown is underground."

Adventurer Cactacare Series fan forum info. To that extent, it was not particularly pursued as to whether it was common sense for the Artelians.

Skinum finds the stairs first and descends into the basement.

It's also the entrance and exit I used several times when I stayed at the Chernochnijnik Inn with everyone at the mobile dealership Praether Massa. Roark walks behind Skinum so that he doesn't understand what he knows.

The brick corridor was also full of the smell of bread burning.

... Guys, how are you doing?

Leno Store Managers Fraxinus and I broke up at the Returning Refugee Center in Cravel, the capital of Nemoralis. To the three star road prostitutes and the funeral parlor Agoni, I could meet them on Ougari Old Road, but with everyone else, the letter I pasted on the bench is the last takeover.

Most shops are out of business hours. Doors and shutters are closed and signs are pulled in.

...... lion store breakfast open...... can you guide me somehow?

Skinum walks slowly with a rare view of spells and curses integrated with the decorations of walls and passages.

Almost all the shutters had holidays scheduled for the beginning of the year on them.

From what I've seen, he rests until the 10th or 15th of the year.

Today is New Year's Eve, the last business day of the year. Early morning aisles had more trolley pushers loaded with luggage than customers, as well as store owners and employees rushing to their stores.

The shutter goes up and the sign goes out.

Arrange the products at the top of the line and be prepared to open the store. Unlike mainland Artel, employees and passers-by had a mix of lake people, but everyone was dignified without hiding their green hair.

Skinum makes his way down the thick aisle.

Roark wanted to steer him to the lion's house somehow, but he couldn't find a good excuse. The notebooks and notebooks in the coat pockets come to mind much more than they actually weigh.

... I'd like to do something and give this to Mr. Fiarlka.

Suddenly it is impossible to follow the spellhouse or Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest.

If it's a lion's shop in the dining room, Chloenier might be here for breakfast.

It would be easier to see that there are all sorts of people in the wizard as well, than one lork of a powerless people, listening to him who has lived since the time of the old kingdom.

... I'm a little nervous about flying too far.

"Where are you looking and walking!

Skinum bumped into a man who came out of the store with a product.

He wakes up Skinum with a buttcake without a voice and picks up a big bag. For just the sandwich and water bottle prepared by the servant, it is somewhat heavy. I didn't realize until earlier that I was full of myself, but why did I bring such a big bag on a day trip in the first place?

"You're in danger, you fucking kid!

"Sorry, sorry to bother you -"

Roark lowered his head gently to the clerk, pulling Skinum's hand and rushing into the narrow aisle. Pretending to run away from an inept clerk, hurry to the lion's shop.

Skinum comes about desperately as his legs snap and he's about to fall. He looked terribly pale whether it was too shocking that he was exposed to nasty curses.

...... that's not good. I really need to calm him down with a toco that can slow him down.

Roark stopped in front of the lion shop.

Breakfast menus line the small blackboard.

There are no letters on the wooden sign, and two fish with mushrooms painted in circles look down the brick aisle. Horrified by the Lion House sign I hadn't seen in a long time, I guided Skinum.

"You were a little surprised. Why don't you take a break here and go?

Skinum had a pale face and shook his neck vertically without a voice.

Upon entering the store, Skinum's eyes nailed to a splendid lion statue in the center.

Roark pretends to look for an empty seat, looking for an old man in an apron dress. In the store where the seat was buried about two-thirds of the time, there was no sign of Croenier, the magic tool shop "Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) Nest".

Is it because of the time slot or do you feel like eating at home today?

The former is likely to work out if it sticks until lunchtime, but the latter is likely to cause trouble.

Fall into a seat for two and order vanilla tea.

Skinum caught the hall clerk's daughter in the gap where she stood to wash her hands.

"Um, excuse me. Have you been here today with a regular Mr. Kroenier?

"The manager of Lord Guo's nest?

"Yes, there's something I'd like to ask you for."

"Oh, you don't know? He goes to Scootum every winter to hunt for ingredients, so the store stays closed until it gets warm."

"What? Were you?

Hall clerks in the same apron dress as Chloenier's "sample" changed their tone with a sales smile.

"What can I do for you? I'd like to show you a replacement shop."

I guess you want an intermediary fee.

Roark laughed and misled.

"Oh, it's okay. There are other stores I know of. I'll hit you."

The owner of the spell shop is blind, but, oh, it's surprisingly kind to see.

I don't get a flying tablet device like Farkill had, but I'd expect it if I could get Fiarlka to contact me somehow.

Vanilla tea came out at a time as if I had anticipated Skinum returning.

Taste the scent and ask where the complexion has returned a little.

"Are you all right?

"Yes. I'm sorry. It's so rare that I haven't seen it before..."

"No, because that's something similar to mine. Was there anything interesting?

Make the soggy skinum laugh in mild condition.

Skinum was silent with an ambiguous face, but groaned softly to spill a sigh of sigh.

"Miscellaneous demons were not there.... Nowhere"

"Hmm?... Oh, yeah, if you ask me that... you didn't see it"

Roark just pretended to notice.

I know that the underground city of Chernoknyjnik is a fortified city built in the battle against raging wind trees. [Suspended nests (caques)] It is protected multiple times by scholarly techniques, and it is unlikely to donate miscellaneous demons, etc., but it will not even be served as a treat.

Skinum looks around the store with only his eyes moving to steal the hall clerk's eyes.

Most guests are powerful land and lake people dressed in spell dyed or embroidered clothes.

Two of the clothes with nothing looked terribly out of place.

"How can this place be so clean when it's underground and the sun doesn't shine all the time? I only know Rufus and Ignikerns, but there are plenty of cities on the ground, in the valley of buildings and stuff. Yet..."

"It's the same reason as the city of Nemoralis."

Roark came up with an explanation that would lead him to the next story.

Light colored eyes ask for answers from behind the glasses.

"My local...... The city of Zerneau seems to have been hit a lot during half a century of civil unrest, and there are a lot of new buildings. There aren't many buildings protected by art because there aren't enough craftsmen in the school."

Roark looked up at the lion's house ceiling and lowered his gaze on pillar propaganda to look around the wall.

Skinum's eyes follow it.

Seen with caution, even the wooden table and chair legs were engraved with spells.

"Because this place seems as it has been since the time of the old kingdom. The art of protecting buildings is astonishing... because it's been applied in many, many ways and it's like a fortress."

"Fortress"

"There are also many wizards in the city, so their magic will activate them all properly, and they won't be able to get anywhere near the Miscellaneous Demon, and they will disappear soon after the surge."

Skinum turned his gaze to the cup of vanilla tea so that he could bite the answer.

... Did I go into a little too much detail?

"Luggage, why is it so heavy?

I asked while the vanilla tea was still cold.

Roark himself has come to make the most of the layering, pockets and west porch to avoid being suspicious of the servants of the Fandum family.

Other than the lunch box and a handbag with a water bottle prepared by the servant and the crawling grass picked along the way, I have nothing else.

The seminary honors whispered as they embarked themselves on the table.

"Until the end of the winter break, I thought I'd take care of you in the Church of the Guide of Light..."

"What? That's..."

Roark swallowed the word "runaway" and looked into Skinum's eyes.

Doesn't look like you're joking.

In the first place, I didn't have the hassle of this honor student jokingly saying that.