It's all one flower.

As planned, Jan. 10 picked herbal leaves.

The next day, I showed my face to the curse shop in Gentius.

Skinum hasn't asked me if I can help him with the spell shop.

"Congratulations..."

The minute Roark opened the store door, his heart was about to pop out of his mouth. Over there, open your green eyes and take a breath.

Skinum's question moved the air like time had stopped.

"Mr. Roark, what's going on?

"Boys, nice to meet you. Gentius told me what happened. I'm the haulier, Fiarlka. If you help me with my work, I'll pay for the inn all the time I'm in this city, okay?

Before Rourke opened his mouth, a woman of the people of the lake cried out from the table in the corner.

A curse shop owner starts preparing tea in the counter.

"Congratulations. Well, sit down."

"Congratulations"

Roark regains his mind and turns his eyes around (Memaguru) in a few steps from the door to the table. What is the best thing to do?

We don't fix this place, we don't just do it for ourselves. What can we do now to restore peace to the entire Lake Lacus region?

I greeted him with green eyes from the front.

"Carrier, nice to meet you. I say Roark. What's a job? I'm a powerless people, so I can't do much."

"We're not free either. Please don't take them both for granted."

Gentius, the spellmaker, quickly makes Skinum carry his tea.

Fiarlka, the haulier, said nothing just by clapping his shoulders.

When the two of them sat down, Fiarlka said, placing the tablet terminal in the bag.

"I'd rather have a people without power. Because it's a collection of information on the mainland of Artel."

"What kind of information do you collect?

Next to Roark asking questions, there were signs that Skinum would make himself stronger.

"Don't worry, I won't tell you to break into the base and steal military secrets. I want you to observe the city on the mainland and the public."

"The city and the average person, is it?

It's too vague.

Fiarlka grinned.

"If you'll take it, I'll tell you more. Nothing dangerous. It's not a bad story."

"Well... how can you give a lot of money for such an easy job?

Skinum squeezed out the question with a trembling voice.

Fiarlka, the haulier, answers by combing her dark green hair on her shoulder with her hand.

"It's easy for you, but I can't go to the mainland."

"Ahhh..."

Skinum falls.

"I don't have a reason to say no, but we're running away from Rufus, and they might take us back."

"I just heard. If you're going to take it on, I'll have [cosmetic necklace] in three days, okay?

"What is it, that?

"Oh, don't you know? [False (whenever) Lord Guo (Cuckoo)] It is an accessory with the art of [cosmetics] from the school. All I have for you is a necklace that will make someone else's face while you're wearing it. If you lift it around your neck, hide it in your clothes."

"Can you be someone else?

Roark was surprised.

... a scammer item. Like for the escape of criminals. It's not me.

"I can change the color of my hair and skin just a little bit, but at best, the brown hair turns dark blonde. I can't fake my race, my gender, my age."

"Okay. I'll do it. Mr. Skinum, what do you want to do?

"I'll help you with the store..."

The seminary honors look at the two of them in the ascendancy.

Flushed by the situation, you offered to help the wizard yourself, but fulfill, do you realize the seriousness of things?

"Alright. You said skinum or something. Come here if you want some tea."

"Ha, yes!

Called by the old man of the people of the lake, he stretched out his spine as Skinum had been ordained. Gentius the spellmaker laughs bitterly.

"Hey, it's not that hard this way either. It's not this way. While I'm making a spell in the back, I'd like you to serve me some tea and deal with the guests."

"Tea......"

"I have a cassette stove that I got in exchange. You can use the stove, right?

"I'll do my best"

... Have you never used it? Doesn't look like you've cooked, and you're new to making tea?

Roark got a little anxious but didn't pinch his mouth and took the notebook out of his pocket.

"When I got back to Nemoralis, I was trying to use it as a reference for reconstruction, and I was making notes on how Rufus was doing, okay?

"Can I see it for a second?

Skinum still drank a little hot tea while Fiarlka read the notebook. Grab an empty cup and pull it into the counter, ask the store owner that question and teach him how to brew tea.

Roark looked at the gap Skinum turned his back on this one and handed another notebook and notebook to Fiarlka. The haulier rolls apart and opens his green eyes. Roark had the first book returned and ran and wrote in a pen in the margin.

I wanted to give this to you, and here I am.

Sometimes I'm lying down, so please don't tell me.

Fiarlka nodded and took the tablet terminal out of the bag. Follow me silently and turn to Roark.

I thought that would happen.

I'll get you through the pretense of first meeting, so don't wear it out.

When Roark nodded deeply, Fiarlka said as if nothing had happened.

"Can I have this notebook? Of course (of course), I'll pay for the information separately."

"If you'll give it back later,"

"Fine. I'll give it back to you when I get a copy. I don't know what the contents are worth unless I read them carefully, but as a fee... right. You've been here since the end of the year, haven't you?

"Yes."

"Paid accommodation, I'll fill it for you. How many were there?

The settlement is every ten days, this time in full, Skinum paid me in cash. It's an unlikely amount as "reference money," but from his mouth, I haven't heard the circumstances yet.

When I told him the amount, he said, "I wonder if it's like this." He gave me three small onions.

"It would be helpful if your boy could help me with the ingredients."

Gentius calls me, and Fiarluca answers.

"I'll give you the bus fare and all the expenses you need along with [cosmetic necklace], but you don't have to go every day."

"So how about working for us in the first half of the week, out on the mainland in the second half, and off on Sundays?

"Yes. Thank you. That would be more helpful."

"Then three days from now. Every month, at the end of the month, make sure you show your face, so don't forget to write down the date of the information."

"Yes, I'll be careful"

Carrier Fiarlka nodded satisfactorily to Roark's yi reply and took a seat.

"I was just going to say hello for the New Year, but that helped. Nice to see you again this year."

"Oh, this way, please."

The two people of the lake smiled at ease.

For that reason, Roark and Skinum are in Chernoknyjnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island, until now in February.

After a full year, the war that Artel had waged did not see the trillion (of) ending.

Skinny of the Ignikerns base on the opposite shore, bases on the mainland of Artel were successively destroyed, but instead of frustrating the Artelians' will, they became more and more intense.

I looked down at Ignikerns base from that hill, but it's a different destructive force than the Nemoralis Grief Squad of the guard Orioles.

Nemoralis' government forces may have moved, but there were no reports in Artel territory that the base had been destroyed. In the corner of the newspaper, there was a fire in the arsenal, there was an outbreak, there were small articles, but the trail of destruction that Rourke saw from that hill is a tragedy that seems very unlikely.

I know exactly why Fiarlka said, "I want raw information not processed by the government or the media and public opinion of the common people".