It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio, intelligence agents Razornik and Captain Solniak [jumped] to the Kufshenka house in the autonomous community of Listver at the promised time.

One Razornik is in big baggage, the other two are in bare hands.

At the door of the bedroom that opened the door, the tailor's manager Kufshenka and the newspaper shop were waiting. There is no such thing as a priest on a boulder.

"Good morning. I'll pay you back before I forget."

The old woman Kufshenka offers a paper bag.

Razornik prompted me and the spelldoctor received it. There are three envelopes on top of yesterday's youthful clothes.

"Reply, I will definitely give it to you"

"Thank you. Best regards,"

Deeply bowed his head, Septentorio wrapped an envelope in a white pocket worn under his cape.

Razornik takes the wipe bag out of his luggage and gives it to both of them.

"This, tablet terminals and power cables and solar chargers. It's a flying device, and I'll have a connection fee or something over here, so which one of you will?

Two Autonomous Communities meet.

Kufshenka managed to squeeze out her voice.

"I am… neglected by the machine, so this is for the young…"

"Hih? Is the priest's better than mine?

"Really? Well, that's fine, but explain how to use it, what do you want me to do?

Lazolnik makes a light compromise.

"Write it on paper and I'll give it to you later."

"For once, I have the instruction manual, it's a common language, and you have no idea without preliminary knowledge, do you?

"The priest is fluent in the common language. If you don't know, why don't you ask the district chiefs?

"Won't they take it away?

Lazolnik points out one problem after another.

The newspaper responded with a resounding momentum if hit.

"Even those guys on the boulder, the priestly stylist doesn't have such a body... no, what do you think?

The newspaper lost confidence on the way in and thought about it.

Kufshenka and Captain Solnyak frown and Razornik smile bitterly.

"Okay. So, after the inspection, will you make some excuse to call the priest here?

"Then you should stop by the church one last time and bring him here."

A newspaperman turns to the front door with a face he says was helpful. The spelldoctor Septentorio followed with his hood deeply re-worn.

In the passenger seat sits the photographer Lazolnik, the rest in the back seat, pinching the septentorio.

"This is the estate district. A single family home in a personal store like ours and the headquarters of reinforced concrete collective homes, bureaux, hospitals, police stations, broadcasters, newspapers, universities, banks, companies… Yep, well, the important facilities are largely here"

Razornik hits the window with a tablet terminal pressed to take the video as he hammers into the description of the Kufshenka manager sitting directly behind him.

The people's curse doctors of the lake also view the landscape of central Listver Autonomous Region through slowly flowing windows.

The landscape of the estate district looked very different from that of the city of Zerneau, which had recovered from half a century of civil unrest.

If there is a difference, there are no spells or spells in any building, so much so that they are deteriorating over time due to wind storms, cold and warm differences, etc. Thirty years old, reinforced concrete buildings flow one after the other, and colorful laundry hangs on each veranda.

The description of the tailor's manager Kufshenka continues.

"The only people living in the estate district are those who migrated with cohesive assets and were not robbed by robbers or fraudsters"

"Who doesn't have...?

Captain Solgnac replied when the spelldoctor Septentorio reluctantly asked.

"As we talked about earlier at the Civic Hospital, it's Barack Street in the east."

"... yes... you were"

Afterwards, no one spoke other than the manager of Kufshenka gave a pale description of the view of the car window. A path just paved with asphalt leads through the only general university in the autonomous community of Listver and passes in front of a fine library.

"In the Autonomous Communities, tuition is free in every school, according to the teachings of the saints. But many people in the East Side are too busy earning their living to even go to elementary school..."

In an old woman's explanation, the spelldoctor Septentorio remembered the boy soldier Morph.

Poor and distressed enough not to be able to even go to free school cannot be imagined by the soldiers of the Star Road Proselytizing Army caught in the Civil Hospital, the needle Amiella and Salotka, Senator Laqueus, the manager of the Kufshenka store, and by whomever, many times, the curse doctors of the people of the lake.

Because powerful people can clean, wash, bathe in [manicured water] and purify water, if the roads are dirty with garbage and excreta, and if they do not become as dobby every time it rains, if they continue to wear dirt-stained clothes and collect them in a leaflet, and if they do not suffer from skin diseases, they cannot drink contaminated water and become ill.

This neighborhood, where there should only be powerless people, seems to have spared the winter fires, but the neat city was kept clean and no deciduous leaves were found on the road.

Beyond that I saw a high fence and something like a checkpoint.

Razornik points the tablet terminal at the windshield.

"The lower end of the star is watching the vegetable thief."

Tension ran in the car and Razornik wrapped the terminal in his pocket. The newspaperman's eyes laugh in the back mirror.

"I'm a face pass, and the manager's here, so it's okay."

... How would Razornik be willing to delude himself if the gatekeeper knew Captain Solniak, as long as he was a land citizen and didn't even know his face... No, if I was the suspicious one, who would be what and the wings to take the hood?

A cold object ran through the spine of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

The windows in the back seat are thinly smoked, but the windshield is naturally bare. The spelldoctor regrets that he should have remembered [Hidden], stuffing his breath and praying to the goddess.

"Oh, thank you."

"Ooh."

A newspaperman smiled at the gatekeeper with an automatic small gun on his shoulder, and the newspaper's name logo and the boutique-named wagon car passed without slowing down.

The gatekeepers turn their backs here and get smaller and smaller in the mirror. When he lost sight of it, the spelldoctor exhaled heavily, pulling out his shoulder strength. Wipe the sweat off your palms with your knees.

In front of me was an idyllic countryside, the same as we saw in the Zolata district.

The men who carried the same weapons as the gatekeepers were not the ones who guarded the wheat fields stretched to knee length. If you look closely, each section of the field was surrounded by a grey iron stripe net.

"It's not even harvest season, why...?

Kufshenka store manager is surprised.

(i) There was between breaths, and Captain Solniak spoke out.

"The district chiefs are also grasping that there will be an attack by the Nemus Liberation Army soon, aren't they?

"Yeah, I heard from the district superintendents."

"Didn't you also know the exact date and time afterwards?

The star sign (Shimashi) is alert to the wagon cars of newspaper shoppers carrying suspicious people in pairs.

Kufshenka's face was cloudy.

"I'd like to ask the district manager a few questions."

"Hmm... well, the two of you in the back are on the floor, wearing capes, leaving a message pretending to be luggage, just Grandma. Let me down at the district manager's, and the newspaper store and I will continue our inspection again after we leave this area?

Lazolnik proposes.

The newsman and the manager of Khushchenka thought a little and fixed it.

"It's a weekday. If the district manager's working properly, isn't he in the bureau?

"For once, show your face at home and let's go home as a reason to come to this district"

Sure, it's unnatural to just empty a drive of precious gasoline even though you don't need it.

Wait for the guard to become invisible, and two people in the back seat lie down on the floor.

Kufshenka cloaked them and hid them, and Razornik put his backpack on top of it.

It weighs a lot there, but it doesn't look like it's canned or anything. I wondered what you brought so much, but now I pretend to be luggage.

"Well, I'm a new part-timer at the newspaper shop. Say hello."

"Whoa, work hard."

The newspaper responded with a voice containing laughter to Razornik's floating voice.

Just run enough, the wagon stops. The door opened and Razornik labored (was there) the manager of Kufushenka with a serious part-time voice from you.

"Here we are, Mr. Store Manager, Mr. District Manager. Mind your step."

"Thank you."

The door closed and the three footsteps left the car.

Spelldoctors Septentorio and Captain Solgnac consider the possibility of having people around them, unable to move one round their backs and squat (groan) under their seats.

The three of them should have just exchanged a word or two with their family at the doorstep, but they still didn't return after their waiting legs had been paralysed.