It's all one flower.

Moshi General Security Corporation's chief of extermination business watches guard Journitle silently wipe his sights with a handkerchief.

Carrier Fiarlka proceeded with the conversation.

"What's going on with his license now?

"It's valid. I need to change my address, but it's still due."

"Well, you can have a scaly spider, kill him."

When the funeral parlor Agoni said in a ho, the brunette general manager looked at the guard's young grassy hair and said:

"The food situation in the refugee camps didn't seem very good"

"Hmm? Oh, three meals. You saw less one day. But he's starving to death this winter."

Hunting in the forest of Lesalube and looting in the mainland of Artel, plus food bought from somewhere by the old lady Silva, were quite eaten in the strongholds of militant guerrillas.

Knowing both food conditions, Agoni spoke only about refugee camps.

The people of the young lake have thin hair because they don't have enough copper.

"There are fewer people who can fight in wars and so on, and with us, Journitol, your return is a pleasure."

You're choosing the words, what the manager said was a bad tooth cut.

Fiarlka asks single-handedly.

"Can you send him to Yarbraka City?

"As I said earlier, we are currently short of people in our country who can fight warcraft. We and other companies in the industry do our best to respond to requests from municipalities… No, we don't have enough magic warriors."

A security guard raised his face to the definitive voice of the general manager. Crying eyes look around at the three of them.

"From what I've seen in the report, Journitol, your track record is impeccable. But it comes in perfect physical condition."

"The precious magic warrior is in danger. You want me to cross the bridge? That's not true. Why did you try so hard to convince me..."

"I'll do it."

Journitle declared forcefully.

Agoni and Fiarluca smile face to face.

The general manager gave a puzzling glance to the guards of the people of the lake.

"After the air raid, Mr. Agoni and I have been so grateful for your help that I can't tell you enough. Please allow Yarbraka's scaly spider exorcism as a condition for his return. Please."

Journitle lowered his head, but the general manager did not shake his head vertically.

"Not only are we short of magic warriors, but we also lack the supplies needed to exterminate spells and other things. Personally, I can understand how you feel, but as a company management decision, you can't give people or supplies to high-risk sites that don't expect to collect funds."

"If you have something to gain and a spell, you can do it."

Journitol looks up at Agoni's addition, and the general manager creates a tannic surface.

The funeral parlor lined up the name and number of spells procured for me by the pharmacist (crease) before the manager heard, and told me about the weapons held by the mobile distributor Praether Missa.

Journitle shines green eyes.

"If that's all..."

"What do you do with your labor costs?

Security guards stare at the chief's questioning.

When doing business as a company, premiums are also charged to compensate for the lives, bodies and property of third parties involved in the battle against warcraft. In individual contracts, the per capita multiplication is higher than in large corporate contracts and the premium is heavily burdened.

If Journitol personally underwrites uninsured, in case anything happens with the [spear of light] stray bullet he emits, he will have to bear all the responsibility for the enormous debt and manslaughter on his own.

"How long does it take? The village around there. It's all going around, about the cost of labor and insurance for one brother. Ain't that right? I need help from the hunters in the village."

"Hunters are not covered by insurance."

The general manager is reluctant.

The funeral parlor laughed bitterly.

"The house should be built again. The villagers are dying, too. If you say so, you'll scratch it."

Journitle awaits the General Manager's reply with his eyes that have raised his strong will.

The head of the extermination project at the headquarters turned a blind eye from the young guard.

"You're willing to return, aren't you?

"Yes!"

"Let me keep a little. I'll talk to you above. That's right... I'll be answering around 4: 00 this afternoon"

When the three people of the lake thanked each other orally, the head of the brunette's department told him without breaking his expression.

"In any case, the bureau process, such as changing the address of the extermination license, will take several days. Please don't imitate it sooner."

"Yes."

When Journitol responded honestly, the general manager lowered his eyeballs slightly.

"Until we have an official assignment, Journitle, you will be in the custody of your headquarters and your address will be in a dormitory near here. What about the luggage...?

"That's it all."

The youth of the people of the lake asked him to put up a small rucksack. The residents of the refugee camp were able to solve old clothes. Nothing else but a slight change of clothes.

"Okay. I'll show you the quarters after the discussion. Please eat well now for lunch and tea time."

The manager took the sachet out of his back inner pocket and had a few large [magic crystals] held in the hands of the guard.

Morph, having finished his soup, put the mug down with admiration.

... A guy named Bucho, he's an awesome chubby.

It's completely dark outside the carrier, and no one walks under the light leaking out the police station window.

DJ Rafe and Cruello collected the empty dishes and washed them with [manicured water]. My little sisters help me prepare my tea.

The pharmacist (dull) nee made tea with her surgery and the cup turned to everyone.

"Whoa, thanks. So, if the village hunter's school and track record are sufficient, and the villagers pay half of it upfront, he'll send his brother on a special assignment only this time."

"What happened to the permit thing?

The old man on the radio listens.

Boy soldier Morph thought he wouldn't know if he kept his mouth shut about the Kyoka show, but when he saw that the grownups cared so much, he reconsidered that if he found out he didn't, it would be a big deal, and waited for it to continue with his mysterious face.

"Around there, Chernica and Oberbok's branches have permits for the eastern part of Yarbraka."

"So, you're okay"

"How many hunters are there to help?

The old man on the radio just said reassuringly, but Captain Solniak listened with a rugged face.

An old funeral parlor scratches his head.

"As far as I can tell, you're the one who's been distracted from hearing about the school. I don't know what the record is."

Those who went to the other villages shook their heads silently beside each other.

Manager Leno says terribly.

"Guerrillas, anyone who quits and is in a makeshift can fight with a spell, right?

"The other guy's bad. No. [Armor] He sucks, he's nutritious."

"But if it's magic, even from afar..."

"There is a mon called Magic Ni Range. According to the type of technique and the magic of the surgeon, I can't even stretch it, but most curses are shorter than doing it on their own."

In the days of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis, the words of a funeral parlor with experience in cooperating with the military were heavy.

"Well... at least you can wear [armor] and [fly] and let go of [the spear of light] from the spider bastard."

Pina cares about Leno, who dropped her shoulder.

Juvenile soldier Morph was relieved by a gentle pina at times like this.

Earlier the next morning, when five wizards, other than the pharmacist (dull) Ne, were preparing to go and contact the village, the next police station became hasty.

Don't siren and a bunch of police cars run in one direction down the boulevard.

"What the fuck?

Medvege left the park and turned toward the police station.

The residents of the makeshift dwellings are also surprised (a lot) and come out with anxiety.

A tall speaker standing in the middle of the park roared while the driver's old man did not return.

"Earlier, there was a warcraft on the road near the East Gate. Citizens should never go outside the fence. If you live in the East End, please evacuate indoors immediately. Police are currently responding."

Disaster prevention radio alternated between sirens and emergency broadcasts.