It's all one flower.

Old lady Silva tilts the cup with her graceful hand and drinks milk tea.

Between breakfast and lunch, halfway through the hour, the coffee shop owner was reading newspapers at the counter.

There are no other guests besides the space surrounded by the back wall, you can just see the far counter from the seat of the loch sitting on the edge.

"Mr. Journitol... if you're alive, I'm sure you'll be fine somewhere."

Roark made me wish him well by pretending to know but not know that Journitle through the guerrilla was in the refugee camp.

Skinum finally seems to realize who this old lady is, and she hasn't uttered a word since just now, and is having a little bit of hot town flower tea.

"Right. By the way, what about you? Mr. Roark's friend?

"Yes, I'm a work associate"

Skinum returned the minimum answer to the solicitors of the guerrillas.

"Of a mobile retailer?

Silva leaves the teacup and embarks slightly.

"No. I broke up with everyone."

"Oh, so, Mr. Rourke, you stayed on this island alone?

Roark lays his eyes down and shuts his mouth. Inhale the scent of Zhenhua tea with a sigh of recoil.

Skinum missed the time to name earlier and looked at the two alternately without being able to say anything.

... Please, don't say anything extra.

"Hey, Mr. Rourke, could you come back to us?

"If you've got more people, don't you need something other than me, the powerless people?

"That's not what it is."

"Why not?

"There's only one person I can train right now, Mr. Krewe."

... Which pie did you get, Mr. Cleve?

In the first place, I don't even know what the weak guy thought and joined the guerrilla. The Avengers would handle consumables, so I felt like I was about to fall for the moderates of the Orioles.

... So you want me to train the Avengers? I'm not kidding!

Roark slowly let him shake his head to the side.

The old lady says plenty of two breaths, gazing at Roark, and sighing mixed.

"Yes, if you change your mind, please entrust it to the master here. You're always welcome, Mr. Roark."

Roark did not respond to it and turned his attention to the watch.

Whether you were caught in an air raid that day on the banks (by the banks) of the Njefried Canal, training to demons and warcraft opponents in the ruins of the city of North Zakart and in the forest of Resalube, or in action at Aquillo base, you will continue to mark the time with precision now that you have been scratched.

"Oh, I'm sorry I took your time in a hurry. I'll be glad to talk to you again."

"Tea, it was a treat"

"It was a treat"

Roark grabbed Skinum's arm and stood up.

They left the coffee shop without looking back.

Just in case, go down a road full of people and descend from a different staircase to Chernoknijnik.

I walked around the basement bullshit and went back to the spellhouse as I was really about to get lost.

"You guys were late, weren't you? You had a map and you got lost?

"No, bowl in with Mr. Silva on the way home..."

"Huh? To Baba the guerrilla? Didn't you guys get anything done?

There is no appearance of a customer in the spell store, and Roark answers as he hands over a collection bag containing the consideration of the spell over the counter.

"I was solicited, but I said no."

"Right. Lai Lai"

Manager Gentius snapped his jaw with a glimpse of the blue faded skinum.

"It's already time for this, and you can go get some meshi"

"Sorry I'm late. I'll have lunch first."

Roark pulled Skinum's hand and headed to his usual lion's shop.

The rear of the apron dress was seen diving (creeping) through the fixer's door, and Roark stepped up.

"Hello, Chloenier"

"Oh, hello"

The three of us surround the back table with the manager of the magic tool shop "Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) Nest".

In addition to his usual daily fixed meal, Roark also ordered town flower tea.

Skinum sat at the same table, but he was bent over and said nothing.

The Chloenier manager gives a thick eyebrow root.

"What's wrong with this girl?

"I'll talk to you when the tea comes"

As Roark said, Chloenier nodded silently.

Slightly early for lunch and still available in the store.

The aroma of town flower tea seemed displeased by the smell of the plantings drifting from the kitchen, but Skinum raised his face and asked quickly.

"That grandmother is the solicitor for the Nemoralis Grief Squad that Mr. Fiarlka and Mr. Razornik were talking about, right?

Roark nodded silently and took the cup of town flower tea in his hand.

"What is that training that your grandmother was talking about? He wanted Mr. Roark to be a teacher, but what do you teach him?

"Know that, what do you want to do?

When Roark returned the question without daring to look next door, Skinum was much stuck.

The manager of the Chloenier keeps a silent eye on the taking over of the two boys.

The doorbell kept ringing and the seat was quickly filled. Only this seat is left out of the buzz of lunchtime.

Dropping off the hall clerk leaving the fixing meal, Skinum whispered.

"If you shouldn't, I want to stop"

"Where, by what standards, are you sure you are willing to make good and evil decisions?

"It's..."

As Skinum leaned down, the bright voice of Chloenier's manager entered between them.

"Let's talk about it later and eat it before it gets cold."

The bitter air breaks, and Roark exhales (one) and hands on a fixed meal. Skinum also took the fork.

We just have to eat and go back to the curse shop, manager Gentius is waiting.

Finished a meal I just mechanically stuffed in my belly and left the lion's shop.

"Thank you for earlier"

"I didn't do anything else, never mind.... boy, don't think too much of it."

The Chloenier manager calls out to Skinum in a light tone and waves back to his shop flickering. Roark waved his hand back small on its back and hurried to the spellhouse.

Enter the store incorrectly with the customer.

Even though it wasn't the end of the month, haulier Fiarlka was messing with the tablet device in her usual seat.

"Welcome home. What's the matter with you? You both look dark."

"I just bowled up with Mr. Silva in the city upstairs."

"Hmm. Anything done?

"I was offered tea at the coffee shop and told to speak to the master there if I wanted to go back"

"Are you going back?

"No way!"

Fiarlka laughed thinly and asked the name of the coffee shop, putting her gaze back on the terminal.

As Roark entered the counter, manager Gentius was cheek-facing a pre-departure meal in the back. Skinum is still standing in the store.

"Mr. Fiarlka... was Mr. Roark one of those old ladies... buddies?

Skinum's voice fell to the floor, and the hauler of the people of the lake raised his face from the terminal.

An Arthurian boy stares down at the floor and repeats the earlier question.

"My grandmother said something about wanting Mr. Rourke to be a training teacher."

"But you said no, didn't you?

Roark and Skinum nodded at the same time.

"Well, that's fine."

When the haulier glanced back at the terminal and said it looked troublesome, Skinum looked up as if it had been played.

"Not good!... How well do you know what happened to Mr. Rourke and say that?

"You ask me that in person?

The witch of the people of the lake laughed with her nose, and Skinum fell bright red to his ears and bowed.

Carrier's eyes are pointed at the counter.

Roark slowly pulled his jaw.

Shop manager Gentius looks at the store number boy on the side as he eats green fried food.

"I think I know you better than the boy. He was burned out of the city of Zerneau in an air raid and evacuated by truck to Lacrimaris territory with those who were occasionally (by chance) nearby. In the kingdom, he earned his living by trading in bread, magic medicine, and craftsmanship such as Tsukusa.... fit this far?

"Yes."

Roark nodded because he was confused when he was told about what had happened before he met Fiarlka, but the contents were not wrong.

"Via the Lesalube Old Road and the Zakart Tunnel (tunnel), we headed west for the Wang Capital, but were chased by the Warcraft near the city of Maust and fled to the North Vieetfi Bridge"

Roark nods and prompts ahead.

Skinum didn't move.

"The Bridge's defense team is wiped out. The door broke and I couldn't go back, I had no choice but to cross to the island of Lanterna and get lost and protected at the base of the guerrilla"

Skinum looked up and saw the haulier talking pale.

"The girls were taken hostage and the guerrillas had no choice but to cooperate. Several men, including the boy, were taught how to handle guns and were added to the Aquillo base raid operation"

Skinum breathes and turns his bloody lost face to Roark.

... What part did you marvel at?

"The base could be destroyed, but most of the guerrillas died and everyone in the truck fled the guerrilla stronghold. I was asked along the way to bring everyone to the king's capital."

"After we left, survivors gathered together again and started calling themselves the Nemoralis Grief Squad."

"Then my grandmother told Mr. Roark... to have a killer teacher..."

Skinum's voice shivers and disappears.

Fiarlka glanced at Roark with his shoulder over his shoulder.

... He's in a war right now, you forgot?

Roark was too scared to say anything.