It's all one flower.

The store is quiet and the hustle and bustle of the aisle seem like a different world.

Apparently, the spell isn't on the buyout list at the end of the year.

"Could you introduce me to your job? Even a powerless people seems to be able to..."

"What, brother, isn't it rent?

Gentius, the curseman's shopkeeper, gives him a troubled face, and Roark rushes to say.

"Yes, no, it's okay. I bring the inn bill. Something to add to the cost of food... I brought a friend here, so I'm sorry about the thickness, but for both of us, if you have any idea, I'd like to ask."

The owner frowned green.

"Friend? Didn't you just tell me you were one kid?

"I'm the only member of the mobile retailer. He's a new friend I met in Rufus... and I know he's a powerful people, and he's lost his place at home."

"So you fled to the island? It's common in the mainland."

The curse shop owner nods abominably and elbows at the counter. He glanced around the store where no one else was and asked Roark with his gaze.

"I found out because of the [magic crystal] I occasionally picked up, and the bytes that fill the magic are probably murky"

"I guess. It's common in the mainland."

"I don't even know the spell, so I can only do the same job as a powerless people."

"Tomorrow to the 10th of the new year, the store is closed until the middle of January. What about the food support in the meantime?

"I brought some money, so I thought I'd try my best with preserved food."

The sweetness of the outlook is pointed out one after the other, and the voice gradually decreases.

It's not a wacko who came out completely helpless.

I looked up and ate down.

"In the meantime, I'll build a crawler and go sell it later. And I want to see Mr. Fiarlka because I want to give him the information he's got."

"Is it a story that turns into a lot of money?"

The store owner embarks on the counter. Roark nodded with certainty.

"I don't even know how much."

"That's right. Where are we staying?

"Same as before, it's a pedestrian inn."

"Write me a letter of introduction and wait. And we're off till ten days. Help me build store numbers and spell materials from the 11th."

"Thank you"

Roark thanked him well for the momentum and bowed his head until the counter rinsed.

The shopkeeper laughs bitterly.

"If something happens to an important source, I'll get stuck later. Take care of that runaway."

Roark thanked him many times and put Skinum in the store.

The curse shop owner says as he seats the two boys in the counter and brews vanilla tea with [manicured water].

"Let me talk to you. Brother, if you've decided to become a wizard, you can hire me as your store number from the 11th of the year, okay?

Skinum held his breath and looked next to him in a nearly broken puppet-like motion. Let Roark smile and answer instead.

"Can't his reply wait until after the holidays?

"Okay. Okay, I'll get you a letter of introduction. Have a drink."

When the people of the lake pulled into the back and were alone, Skinum exhaled loudly and dropped his shoulders.

Roark apologizes in a whisper.

"I'm sorry I've made so many decisions on my own. But I don't know anyone else to talk to..."

"How many stores are we in here and what references do we have for you?

The basic question was completely missing. The embarrassment shakes off the effect of vanilla tea. Roark hastened to add an explanation as he felt it get red and hot to his ears.

"This is a spell shop, and he writes me a reference to the inn. I knew the tool shop earlier, and it was the carrier's liaison office."

"Carrier?

"Skinum, you're the one who takes people like you out to foreign countries. Take me abroad. Hi, not Oshimai, not where they teach me about the wizard's life."

"People like me! You live in a foreign country, not on this island?

Skinum won't let everyone say it, grabbing both of Roark's shoulders and rocking.

"Uh, on my way to evacuate the air raid, that's how I knew the boy who came out of Artel. The child, a powerless people, realizes the contradiction of faith and can't live with a family that cooperates with the star sign, throws everything away."

"What country is she in now?

"I don't know. My name is Wang Du... I broke up at the port of Lacrimalis, sorry."

"Yes, no, it's me. Excuse me."

The runaway boy bows to the counter in awe, holding his head and leaning down. My pale colored hair hung on my cheeks and I couldn't see my expression.

Roark took the cup and inhaled the drugged scent all over his chest.

Wait for the upset to calm down and turn the information down.

"Carriers are also people of the lake who have lived since the time of the old kingdom."

I don't have any reaction from Skinum, but I don't mind continuing.

"Until about twenty years ago, I was a priest serving the goddess of the lake. He started a haulier because he wanted to help people more directly."

On the front porch of the hotel, I recall the dreary side the manager showed me.

"Magic can be moved in an instant if you know it, but you can't jump anywhere without a land survey elsewhere."

"I don't know anywhere else... I was born in Artel..."

Skinum shrugged in his mouth like he was half talking to himself.

"Well, here's a letter of introduction. Put your stuff in the inn and get ready for the new year, or you're gonna sell out."

A curse shop owner put a blank envelope on the counter.

Face up as Skinum woke from his dreams.

Roark laughed and received, getting off the tall chair.

"Thank you. Have a good year."

"Ooh. Well, eleven days, forget about it"

"Yes, tea, a treat"

Roark threw the letter of introduction into the inner pocket of his coat, grabbed Skinum's wrist and hurried to the inn. Scratch the large luggage crowd and head towards the less crowded without hesitation.

"With cheap bare stays commonly used by pedestrians and hauliers, you have to make sure you have enough for ten days during New Year's holidays."

Explained as he walked fast, Skinum increased his speed.

When I showed the references and checked in, they showed me to the two rooms.

Roark gets to the room, takes the muffler and gloves and throws them out to bed. The handbag crawled out to the writing desk, and the lunch bag, too, took out the contents and grabbed only the bag.

Looking at Skinum, he didn't seem to know what to do, and he was horny.

"A spare bag, could you lend it to me if I had one?

"What? Oh, yes"

Skinum shook his big bag upside down and pulled his clothes out of the cloth bag.

"Okay, I'm going. Please keep the door tight and leave a message."

I thought they told me to wait, but I don't mind closing the door and leaving the inn with a big crotch.

As far as the storefront was concerned, the preserved foods are not thin, but they were higher than last time.

I guess there are also the effects of the war. People who deserved it were more murderous than last time.

Once, I went back to the spell store and thanked him for being able to check in so much thanks to the references, and had Topaz replaced with a grain and thirty cheap spells that were easy to swap.

Get [protective gloves] out of the West Porch and put them on, and Roark, alone, hurries down the corridor of the underground town of Chernochnijnik to the dry goods store.

... Are the dried foods and noodles that need to be cooked about mullies, nuts, dried fruits, sturdy breads and baked sweets? After that, salt and tea? As we pick the crawling grass, I hope we find some edible grass.

It wasn't until the end of spring and summer that I picked the weeds that I could eat with everyone. Now in the middle of winter, all I can think of for sure is as much wound medicine herbs as I can possibly get.

Leno Store Manager and Pharmacist (dull) Awellana gave me a lot of wisdom and knowledge that was important to survive, but I was sorry I couldn't help.

Hurry ahead so you don't bump into each other with merchandise overflowing the aisle with buyers.

One flashed the moment the pharmacy sign got into my eyes.

You can avoid insect cotton and just take the herbal leaves and sell them.

If you go pick it the day before the first day of the New Year, it won't shrivel.

... I can't believe how hard it was to make money.

One of the dryer houses had piles of boxes and cans of sturdy bread behind the counter facing the aisle.

Peek at the exchange table over the head of the crowd of guests.

Cash prices and exchanges were not significantly different from the shopping mall in the capital, Rufus. I don't know what the purchase route is, but it's a little cheaper than the others.

... I can't use Artel's cash if I go elsewhere.

Roark negotiated a price cut with his purse on his left hand wearing [protective gloves].

"I'll buy thirty packs, plus five packs"

"You can't fuck around in this world."

"Well, I'll buy it elsewhere."

A voice chases Roark, who is about to walk away.

"I'll put candy balls on it, so don't wait."

"How many?"

"How about five?

"Five bags?

"No way! It's five grains."

"Well, I'll buy it elsewhere."

The five clerks lined up at the counter and the guests gathered repeat a similar rush. Roark picked up his surrounding voice and imitated it.

After a fierce offense, I bought thirty packs of sturdy bread in a cash lump sum and got one pack of sturdy bread and a bag of candy besides. With fewer extras than the other customers, Roark probably lost the competition, but it's much better than just buying it at a fixed price.

Buy a bag of warm incense tea at the tea shop through a different path from when you came. I paid for it at a fixed price because it was a small amount and she put a sachet of salt on it even though she didn't say anything.

"It's service. See you soon."

"Yes, thank you. Have a good year."

"Have a good year."

Hurry to the Inn on the path of fewer people than earlier.

Shortly before the winter break, I had my Catseye deposited in the safe redeemed and I was able to bring up more cash than usual, but I don't condone it as a living expense.

... you should save as much as you can on the gems, and Skinum, I have to ask you to pay for the inn.

Roark himself is going to pay with topaz and scratch pills.

I don't know how much cash Skinum took out, but the way my parents were doing at home, it didn't seem like they were being given a dime.

He said it was for reference books, etc., so I'm sure it's not a big amount.

Roark's Topaz has nine grains left.

I don't know when Fiarlka will show his face to Gentius' curse shop. In a part-time job after the beginning of the year, it would be full of money just to earn food.

... Skinum, it would be helpful if you gave me a byte to fill [the crystal of magic], but I can't force it.

Back at the inn, Skinum was taking off his coat and completely unpacking the mess. My complexion is much better than just now.

Horrified at the smile that greeted Roark, he spread his luggage on the bed.

At the end of the coat, take off the overlaid pyjamas and underwear and put them on the bed.

"Were you wearing that much? To the pyjamas."

"I brought a sandwich for lunch, for the time being, at the store because I can't eat anything warm at night. Tomorrow morning, the cookies I brought and the tea I bought"

Don't talk about clothes, I'll tell you what to do.

"A pack of sturdy bread is one meal. I can't hold it off, so I can't take it. Ten days for one. Besides candy... ten capsules? Split five grains at a time. We'll split the salt later when we get the right bag."

"I went shopping too..."

"No, Skinum, you need to leave a message. Next, Skinum, I'll go buy your share..."

"Yes, I'll pay you"

The truth is, I guess I'm still afraid to go out into a city full of wizards. I took a bundle of bills out of my bag just waiting for me.

I don't care how you look at it, it doesn't go through my wallet.

Roark looked at Skinum without a voice.

"I'll explain the situation later. Accommodation is with you, please."

"Er, I can't take it, just for shopping"

I put only three expensive notes in my purse and opened the sandwich wrap.