It's all one flower.

An incorrect car came into the police station parking lot.

A two-ton truck, but not a door at the rear of the carrier, a sturdy fence. Two castrated cows rattle frequently to complain of anxiety. It's a livestock truck.

A policeman stepped out of the passenger seat and spoke to the driver's seat. The farmer helps him get down, supports his fluttering body and enters the precinct.

The patrol car that led the livestock truck quickly went somewhere.

"I can't hear you."

"Right. Looks like we're gonna have to wait to get out."

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, sighs (sighs) small and hits the trunk of a street tree. Cruillo looked up at the police station window.

Now the disaster-proof radio emergency broadcast with "There's a warcraft right next to Yarbraka City" is stopped, and it's quiet. Until yesterday, the boulevard had a lot of traffic, but this morning people and cars only get by enough to count.

He said the police were hitting a response, but he had no information about what was going on and where he was responding, and he was stirred up by rejection.

Cruillo took the notebook out of his trouser pocket and read the spell he had just written down.

The pharmacist Awellana found it on one of the spells he bought on Lanterna Island.

Temporarily building walls to defend yourself [Flying Bee Horned Eagle (Bee Bear)] Faculty art, but how far can you prevent a scaly spider from attacking when you add Cruello's magic to the magic of a spell?

If you get turned around or jumped over, it's the same as not, in the first place, a technique that doesn't make much sense in a wide area.

There are only three spells to surround all sides of a scaly spider (Urocogmo).

Even if there are four of them, can they escape or be attacked during chanting?

It is likely that the four of them will be able to finish the chant at the same time and jump over where they have successfully surrounded themselves.

Cruillo, who is not a magic warrior, did not know how to use this spell effectively.

... but, well, I guess you can use it professionally, like Mr. Journitol or the hunter in the village.

The instructions Awellana received from the spellmaker only contain activated spells.

I guess I only buy customers who know how to use it.

It's a temporarily invisible wall containing winds that are spaced between heaven and earth.

Wall built here resembling rolling water until you touch it

Even if I read the spell, I can't pin how I can patrol the magic to build a wall temporarily.

... I guess I don't have a magical talent.

Still, don't do anything. It's better than just waiting.

To [jump] elsewhere, once you have to get out of the fence surrounding Yarbraka City, you can't get out of the warcraft noise earlier.

Today, we planned to split up and go to the surrounding villages and tell them that Moshi General Security Corporation is considering sending magical warriors from the [plummeting eagle (Washi)] school.

Without confirmation of the necessary information and intentions, such as what hunters are in the villages around Yarbraka City, whether they are willing to help exorcise scaly spiders, and whether they can determine the amount of burden and pay for it in the surrounding villages, neither binary nor ternary (that way) will go.

... even though it's going to take at least three days to hear it in the village, go tell Rachka's headquarters, get ready over there, and get Mr. Journitol to come.

I heard that the type of scaly spider who doesn't build a nest has a wide range of actions, but I didn't expect to get to the immediate side of the city so quickly.

A few days ago, everyone who visited the village to hear the intention to broadcast doesn't remember the place clearly enough to [jump] directly to the village.

Roads, you have to repeat [leap] as far as you can see, but if there's a scaly spider at the landing point, there's not one. At least, I didn't feel like Cruillo could get away with casting another spell before he attacked me.

"I will write to each village. If the village comes out better before I return, could you hold it back?

"Fine."

Jorch returns to the truck of a moving dealership parked in the park.

... I see.

If you're a villager, you can [jump] home to your village.

I may forget to tell you verbally, but if you can give me the letter and read it properly, I won't worry about it. He himself would ask someone to deliver to a villager who could [jump] to another village, even if he did not know the other village.

... It's a village just for the people of the lake, so he said there's no electricity, gas, water, telephone, nothing, and this is all we have.

Cruillo felt like crying over the communication infrastructure of the Republic of Nemoralis, which, rather than the Internet, did not even have a telephone call.

... Lacrimaris is almost a magical civilized country, how did you get the internet facilities?

Left alone, Cruillo kept his eyes open from the front door of the police station and went on to think that what was going to happen was not wacky from what he had thought.

Even when the city is quiet, it smells like preparing meals, as it always does before noon.

From the police station, an earlier farmer came out alone.

Announcer Jorch is not back yet.

Cruillo rushed into the parking lot.

"Excuse me. One moment, please."

"What, you?

The farmer of the people of the lake is surprised to see the young man of the people of the land weaving a magical cloak from the top of his t-shirt.

Cruillo wasn't thinking about what to say and pull it off. My head almost turned white, but I squeeze out the words somehow.

"Um, my uncle, he's from a village near here, right?

"Hmm? Oh, well. What about you?"

"I'm the one helping the mobile broadcaster. We can't go anywhere because of the scaly spider."

The farmer let go of his hand hung on the driver's seat door and turned back to Cruillo.

"Me too, after I take them to the slaughterhouse, I'm in trouble to figure out what to do. Officer told me I could leave the truck here for a couple of days, but that monster's got to go somewhere. You can't ride home."

"Uh, right. My uncle can [jump] home, though."

Cruillo remembered the difficulty of having an [endless bag] of trucks ready for him and sympathized with the farmer from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh, at all, if it doesn't work after three days, I'll have to move you to the truck, the other parking lot, but the price is ridiculous."

"That's right. So, the guy I'm working with on the broadcast went to Rachka and asked the guard I know to do something about the scaly spider."

"What? Are you strong?

"It's strong. [Descending Eagle] Faculty. He was a pharmacist and warcraft hunter in the Forest of Resalube."

"Are you coming?

The farmer raised his voice and heard.

Cruillo answers feeling a little sorry.

"That's what the guy said, but the security company came up with a lot of conditions..."

"Conditions? Look underfoot (if), did they blow the price?

The announcer appeared on the side mirror, and Cruillo looked back.

"Mr. Joorci!

"Thank you for waiting"

"Ah! You, Mr. Announcer the other day"

"That verse, thank you for your help"

... Oh, are you from a southwestern village?

A few days ago, Cruello's father and Giorchi visited him in a broadcast intent survey. It would be frustrating to talk about this quickly.

Cruillo spoke to the farmer again.

"The conditions put out by the company are that the company will not send out the spells and necessary consumables, support personnel will prepare them in the village, and security guards will pay half their labor and insurance premiums in advance."

"Huh? I'm in trouble because I don't have any money or spells in the village!

The farmer shook his voice.

Jorch says in a calm voice.

"The spells and wound pills, we have prepared. For the price, I will try calling for a donation on the next broadcast. Citizens of Yarbraka are also in trouble, so they may get together a little, but the full amount won't be possible. I'd like a call there, too. Can't you ask your village hunter for the support of the Magic Warrior?

"You can't have our village. I retired at my age, and your son died first, and my grandson is still in training, so I definitely can't do that. Even I just run away with the full accelerator."

The farmer dropped his voice and shoulder.

"How about the police or your neighborhood village?

"The police special forces are the closest to Kyler here, but the officer said he and this jurisdiction alone were overwhelmed. I don't know many other villages..."

Joorci gives me five envelopes and says:

"I wrote down the terms put out by the security company. Sorry to bother you, but could you give it to the village chief?

"To whom do you reply?

"We have parked a truck of broadcasts in the park there. You can't go anywhere unless the scaly spider cleans up."

The farmer received the envelope.

"I'm not going to the slaughterhouse first, so, uh, but I'll make sure I give it to the village chief."

"Regards"

Cruillo said in solidarity with Jorch, dropping off the livestock carriage.