It's all one flower.

Carrier Fiarluca had turned on her tablet terminal, one while everyone was talking, but she finally raised her face off the screen.

"Hey. What's going on right now with the Nemoralis Warcraft extermination?

"What the... what do you say?

Funeral home Agoni looks in trouble and sees a fellow haulier.

"License or something."

"Hmm? Oh, you mean the system. I'm not familiar with it either, but... I thought you needed a Warcraft Removal License and a District Specific Permit.

"Right. Your license is five years old, and your license is renewed every year."

"Does anyone know who the exterminator is?

The leader of the Asacor party nods and Senator Molcove turns his anticipation glance to the haulier.

Fiarlka says, staring into the funeral parlor's eyes.

"You know the funeral parlor better than I do, don't you? We've been living together for a while, haven't we?

"With whom?

"Mr. Journitol, the guard. He's got a license."

"I'm not kidding. You want me to jump to the guerrilla stronghold and head down?

Farkill rushes to take it up.

"Oh, it's not! Mr. Journitle stopped being a guerrilla and now he's in a refugee camp!

"Huh? Tell him first."

Agoni on her way home lowers her hips.

Farkill was horrified, but as usual, the funeral parlor's face didn't clear.

"But I asked you, would you come? You know, brother, on days without operations, you mostly read books all by yourself and talked a lot about it."

"Plus, there's the permit thing. The new entrance wall seems to be high."

Asakor party leaders also express concern.

Until the beginning of the war, Journitol worked in Kulbunika, a medical and industrial city in western Nenia, as a laboratory security for pharmaceutical companies and as an escort for pharmacists (dullness) on their way to the Resalub forest to collect materials.

The security company to which he belonged would have obtained a licence for the extermination of the beast in the Forest of Resalub in order to pick materials derived from the beast.

"For once, why don't you just ask? He was an easy man to talk to."

Agoni nodded reluctantly that her belly could not be replaced on her back.

A copy of the report was finished while Fiarlka waited for her to go to a refugee camp in the hinterland to call security guard Journitle.

Partly to the landlords Mariana and Senator Laqueus.

Scanning data is passed to Asakor party leader and Senator Krapifnik, intelligence agent Razornik and haulier Fiarlka.

They check, choose information that they can publish to the internet, and also drop the data off to Farkill.

The trading company in which Mariana serves as an officer is quite a large company in Amitostigma, and the Republic of Nemoralis is one of the major commercial districts.

I want the kind of life information I need to read demand as much as I can get my hands out of my throat. However, sending employees locally is risky, and official Nemoralis government announcements and media information are limited.

This is why she supports the mobile distributor Praethermassa and the Farkill people in their efforts to achieve peace without resorting to force.

During the winter months the questionnaire has been processed and Farkil, once again as a "traveller in search of the truth", has concentrated on disseminating information that national governments do not send out and on aggregating information received from their followers, as well as on interacting in SNS.

I didn't give you anything about the base to see how the two armies were doing.

Even at noon Fiarlka did not return, and Agoni went to the dining room with the Farkils.

Today's lunch is a popular dining room meal with a plate of bread and french served with soup.

"I'm always sorry."

"No, thank you for your help all the time, I'm afraid"

Agoni is well served by the elderly.

It's a weekday, so my mistress Mariana is a company.

The Kirkulus girls are totally used to seeing the people of the lake and also normally greet Agoni to take their seats.

"I thought you could rub it over there.

Agoni clouded her green eyebrows in Fiarluca's absence.

I can't get through the net in the back of the woods. Even if you want to contact me, you can't [jump] out into the communication area of Patens City and other plains, or go back to the summer capital.

"Maybe you're waiting to come back from patrols and exorcisms. He's working hard as a member of the vigilante now."

Asakor's party leader said, Agoni looked complicated but went on to eat without saying anything.

Even after lunch, exchanging information with Senator Laqueus, and it's tea time, I don't hear from Fiarlka.

Like Journitle, we also discussed the case of the former guerrilla who stops guerrillas and leans herself into a shelter on Nemoralis Island, but there was no proposal to say this.

I slipped out for each of them, and even if Farkill is alone with Agoni, there's still no shakedown whatsoever.

Farkill took Agoni to his computer room. Now that the survey has been completed, the four laptops have been disconnected and placed on the shelves.

When I printed some war-related news and gave it to them, they stopped doing so.

"Oh, yeah. Did you hear what Mr. Roark was doing?

"Hmm? Um, wasn't that boy sure he was with his wife in Rachka? Hidden Kirkuls, stay in the senator's mansion."

"You haven't heard from Mr. Fiarlka yet, have you?"

Farkil briefly explained that Rourke is in Chernoknyjnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island. The funeral parlor of the people of the lake sighed (sighs) and shook his neck to the side.

We both turned to the sound of a knock.

When Farkill opened the door, Fiarlka came in. The lake people's guard Journitle and the servant pushing the tea wagon continue.

"Long time no see."

"Ooh... er, well, she looks fine and above all"

While the two exchanged greetings, the servant left his tea on the work desk and retreated.

Fiarlka urges me, and the guard journeys the deepest, lowering my hips across from Farkill. The haulier himself sat next to Agoni and explained the situation.

"I was on the move when I heard the Warcraft was out. He came back with a fresh red snake."

"Are you intact?

"Yep. Not only are the residents of the refugee camp happy that there have been so many fewer injuries since Mr. Journitol arrived, but the curse doctors are happy."

"Boulder, the real job is different"

Two fellow countrymen praised him, but Journitol said nothing but shake his neck sideways in regret.

Funeral home Agoni tells you what to do.

"My haulier's sister told me that it's a scaly spider (urocogumo). You think you can handle that? Including the process."

Journitle glanced at the window and lowered his thick green brow.

"On the day of the air raid, I walked into the Resalube Forest with the pharmacists in charge to help. Both Kulbunika's branch office and the pharmaceutical company they were sending to burn, and really had to go to Cravel's headquarters to report, but there was a lot going on at the evacuated forest lab, and I decided to act with Mr. Orioles."

The colour of the sky was diminished, and the shadows of the trees were longer.

Journitol gazes at Agoni in front of the diagonal and arranges the situation.

"It's been a year, and I, I might be disqualified for dealing with death. If it's valid, you'll be assigned to a branch office and you won't be able to take personal requests."

Even if it has the power to exterminate it, it cannot be procedurally done.

Even if it is possible, it will require expensive rewards.

Not necessarily that he will be dispatched to respond to scaly spiders around Yarbraka soon.

Hearing until the end without pinching his mouth, Agoni said.

"I can't take it, just go. Why don't you go?

"The headquarters is Cravel. What's going on with the coup..."

"We have an extraordinary government in Rachka, so they say there are a lot of state-run broadcasters and companies that have moved over there."

Farkill said, Journitol rounded his green eyes.

Drop your gaze on the cup and squirm.

"Besides, if the credentials are valid, the people in the refugee camp, again..."

"You have hunters and warcraft hunters, right? They'll teach the vigilantes how to fight, and they'll figure it out."

Journitle does not answer.

Agoni stood up looking out on the side.

"I'm leaving today. See you tomorrow."

"Can I do it the day after tomorrow? Tomorrow, I want to find out what's going on with the security company, so can you take me?

Agoni, interrupted by Fiarluca, mumbled for a moment, but nodded when he looked at Journitle.

"Mr. Journitol says you can stay here tonight. After breakfast tomorrow, please put your thoughts together by the time Mr. Agoni arrives. Because it depends on your response how it works in Racica."

I was baffled by the unilateral proclamation of the haulier Fiarluca, but Journitle also nodded small.