It's all one flower.

Visitors to the magic tool shop, Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) Nest, were able to concentrate on their work in the afternoon, at first sight (at best) with only two sets and one regular mass order.

The tricky pharmacist (dull) Awellana worked better than in the morning and was able to extract three large wide-mouth bottles of dye in about two hours. The remainder of the shell is small and the pot of waste liquid is almost full.

"Thanks. Thanks for your help. Be careful, it's heavy."

Kroenier, the owner of Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest, gives old fisherman Aviace an ancient newspaper bound with hemp strings with a full grin. The brothers and sisters of the people of the lake thanked each other many times, leaving behind the magic tool shop.

My brother whines to himself as he walks down the bricklayed aisle of the underground city of Chernoknijnik.

"I didn't know people didn't look like it, it's a well said mon"

"Right. Brother, what did that girl think?

"Hmm? Is that the kid you don't know from Larna?

"Yes. I figured it was some kind of magic trigger, so I thought you might have fled to this island..."

When Awellana stopped by and whispered, his brother nodded cocklessly and re-held a chunk of the ancient newspaper.

"I thought so, too. If the star sign (servant) found out, he would kill me, so I guess I just shook up when I asked his name. Poor thing."

Otherwise, it is inconceivable that in the Republic of Artel, which defines Kirkulusism as a national religion, you will run away from home on the island of Lanterna, an autonomous community of wizards, until you wave on a stick the path to priests belonging to a distinct elite class.

When the dragon gall (lindo) opened the door with the engraved sign, the guest in the counter turned around.

Skinum, the store number, calls out, "Welcome" at a condition he's accustomed to, and looks at the two of you and makes a subtle face.

"Oh, pharmacist. Long time no see. What? Shopping today?

"Uh, yeah. Long time no see.... what you were asking for, are you ready?

When asked somehow to contain the upset, Skinum pulled into the back.

The store owner and Roark come out together and arrange the curse on the counter.

My client Razornik laughed bitterly when he put the teacup down.

"What? Is this what the pharmacist uses? It's a lot of stuff, but are you sure it's a catch?

"No, there's a scaly spider near the city I'm in, and I wish I could buy some time to escape."

The curse shop owner confirms.

"Sister, [Purple Electric (Shiden) nets] and [Blade (if you do) nets] need blades, but are they affordable outside of knives?

"I have the sword I gave to the Chloenier manager"

"Right. Then you'll be fine. I tried not to bowl it together, but..."

The curseman's shop owner prepared us notes on five different curses and a spell that activated each of them.

Temporarily building a protective wall [walls of true water (samizu)], trying to wield the captivity (so on), the magic rope tightens it [optical rope (koji)], catching it with a net of currents and causing it to be electrically shocked [purple electric net], catching it with a net of metal, three [blade net] pieces each that will be chopped up if you move inside, just in case [spear of light] is one piece.

As a replacement, give ten plastic cases of wound medicine and ten packets of cough medicine wrap and three packets of angina medicine.

"Okay, then we have a deal. There's gonna be a lot of stories, and you can take your time."

The curse shop owner waved a flicker and pulled into the back.

"Thank you"

My brother bows his head behind him and puts a chunk of ancient newspaper in the empty seat.

Awellana sat in the counter empty one with Razornik. My brother sits next to me and asks with his eyes.

"This man, Mr. Razornik, is participating in an example activity. I gather information and stuff. Mr. Razornik, this is my brother Aviace."

"Were you able to meet again in your body? Congratulations."

The brothers and sisters of the people of the lake also naturally laugh at the innocently delighted intelligence agent Razornik.

The blonde asked, smiling.

"Are you still with Mr. Solgnac?

"What? Yeah, well"

"I need someone familiar with the original faith of Kirkulus."

Roark and the theological student boy Skinum stretched his face inside the counter.

"My research suggests that the Star Way Prostitute has been treated heretically by the Star Mark (servant) and has not been attacked, but they are looking down there. But it's the star road proselytizing army that used spells and stuff in the operation that keeps the original faith of Kirkulus alive."

"Huh?

The brothers and sisters and boys of the people of the lake raised their voices at the same time.

I felt the surprise content was different, but Awellana doesn't mind listening.

"Meet the captain, what are you going to do?

"I want you to testify. What is the right Kirkulus look like? Councilman Laqueus and Mr. Amiella took it on. Recording... If you like, let me record it and I'd like to stream it online or on the radio."

"Isn't that dangerous? Mr. Amiella and the senator's teacher are in Amitostigma, so they'll be fine, but the captain says," On the star sign. "

"Oh, I'll take good care of that area. You mess with audio and change your voice, and the video doesn't show your face."

Blocked by Razornik, Awellana silently looked at the two people in the counter.

Roark listens seriously to Lazolnik, and the theological student Skinum seems to have something in mind. His face pointed this way, but his eyes seemed to show no one of the three wizards.

Razornik also looks at the boys on the side and returns his gaze to Awellana.

"The big book idea is you, Farkill. Really, that kid, he's a middle school student of a powerless people, not a child-faced, long-lived race?

Awellana laughed back vaguely.

Skinum's eyes tied the focus to Lazolnik.

Intelligence keeps unaware.

"So, this is what I just came up with, and I'm going to ask Mr. Solniak to testify in the Listver Autonomous Region, will you tell him?

"Um, how do you get in when you say that's dangerous?

"The septentorio curse doctor (Seiko) knows Senator Laqueus' sisters, so he's going to have to [jump]. If you go first by yourself, and tell me your sister would like it, I will go back and take Mr. Solgnac. Of course, if you refuse, I won't force you."

Razornik's story is too flighty and I don't know where to put the point and surprise him.

The question came out with his mouth poked.

"How do you know the Autonomous Communities... Autonomous Communities!... Is there a place in the Autonomous Community that you know? Are you a trustworthy senator's sister? Ah! Kirkuls...... it's a permanent race, isn't it? When did you say you knew each other, you still have your destiny? Were you safe in that fire?

Hearing the questions lined up without thinking together to the end, intelligence agent Razornik politely answered.

"Looks like the curse doctor broke up with Mr. Oriole after you guys, and there was a lot going on. Near the Autonomous Region... when I was traveling down the streets of the Kublum Mountains, I met the people of the Autonomous Region and healed the injured and asked Senator Laqueus' sister to stay."

"Huh?

The voices of two people who know the Spelldoctor (Jui) Septentorio turn upside down.

... all sorts of things, how can I be such a dick? Doctor Spell, you've left the Autonomous Region safely. Ah... that? Someone from the Autonomous Region was treated by a curse doctor?

New questions come up one after the other, but I urge you to keep quiet because we won't be able to move on.

"That's when Mr. Amiela's younger son asked me to travel with him on Lacrimalis territory, and now we're both in Amitostigma. The senator's sister is certainly an elderly, everlasting race, but I met her around last fall, and, maybe, she's still fine?

A curse doctor (Jui) of the people of the lake took the Kirkurs out of the Autonomous Region and traveled through the Lacrimalis territory of an almost magical civilization country, crossing Lake Lacus to Amitostigma, a two-wheeled country near the magical civilization country.

I can't imagine why Awellana did that at all.

Razornik says in the same light condition as before.

"I forgot to tell you, Junior took my testimony, too."

"Well... why did the people of the Autonomous Region go to Amitostigma? You couldn't stand the poverty? But the news said that cathedral and Barbatum support made it easier to live than before, was that a lie?

A theological student boy wrapped his hands around the counter and rolled them around the front.

Razornik turns to Skinum, a theological student, laughing niggardly.

"The Co is a powerless people, but I've always wondered about the difference between the star sign (the servant), which is making the width profitable in the Listver Autonomous Region, and the priest's teaching in charge of districts where there are many poor people."

"So, why? Because you felt in danger when you were noticed looking skeptically at the star sign?

The theological student boy raises a well-reasoned question as to whether his head spins fast or because he has been trained not to be upset in his training as a clergyman.

"I don't know the details, but maybe not. The manager of the tailor... Senator Lacueus' sister showed me the Star Road Artisanal Scriptures and said she was determined."

"Why are you leaving the Autonomous Community after reading the deep parts of the Bible... and I can't believe you and the Wizard are traveling together..."

The voice of the theological student Skinum seemed disturbed.

... Oh, where I get upset, there it is.

Awellana looked at her brother with some relief. Can't you go about the story at all, shake your head silently to the side and meditate (crush) your eyes? Awellana turned to Razornik, whispering, "I'll explain it right later," he said.

"He felt inconsistent with the very doctrine of Kirkulusism. Well, the tailor's manager seems to be the same, so I'm going to ask the manager to testify."

"That testimony is anonymous, without showing your face and changing your voice, right? Anonymous testimony reduces reliability, but does it make sense to go out of your way to the Autonomous Communities to ask? Isn't it safer to ask someone, a collaborator of the land people, to record it in amitostigma?

Razornik opened his dewgrass colored eyes and grinned.

"Are you worried about me? I don't know what to do."

"I don't want someone killed by a star sign anymore."

Skinum holds his fist on the counter.

"That's what we're trying to say, too. I think it's strange to claim the star logo, but I can't tell you by my real name because I'm scared, Kirkuls of the real thing... and it makes sense for people of all positions to say it to the rest of the world as much as possible."

The theological student boy pulled his jaw slightly (blushing) at the words of intelligence agent Razornik and stopped moving, staring at the polished counter.

Drink cold tea and Lazolnik stands.

"I guess I've stayed a little too long. I bought some shopping, and I'm going. Mr. Solgnac's reply, I'm not in a hurry, but Mr. Fiarlka will be here at the end of the month, so I asked him to leave a message."

The intelligence young man did not wait for a reply, but grabbed the swollen bag and left.

"Oh, you know, it's time for us to close the gate... I'll be back"

"Sorry to bother you"

When Awellana got out of the chair at the same time as her brother, Roark returned to me.

"Yes. It was nice to see you today for a long time. Tell everyone you're all right."

"Yes. I'll tell him. I'll be back. Mr. Rourke's fine."

We spared our goodbyes and shook hands, hurrying back to Yarbraka City.