It's all one flower.

913. Distribution, worry and

The Kirkuls of the Ristover Autonomous Region had kept their words properly when they left and vacated [leaping] places with circles on the ground.

One of the evacuees suddenly notices the two who appear and turns to a thorny gaze. Soon the consternation spread and a frightened gaze gathered.

"I brought you some food, so spread the place out. With this number, you don't have to worry, there's about ten days each."

"Mr. Fiarlka!

Captain Solniak walked out of the pedestrian walls that kept the two of them afield.

"Oh, Captain, long time no see. I'll be down in Zolata when I'm done handing this out, so please pull the trigger."

"Zorata Ward?

"You want me to move out of the Autonomous Community?

"I left my wife and kids in church! I'm leaving!

The voice rises before the captain responds, and in no time the square becomes noisy.

"Yes, yes, until the end."

The men who were about to return to the streets of Kublum stopped to the voice of the women of the people of the lake. Carrier Fiarlka says, taking people's eyes of anxiety and fear flat.

"The church is well protected, so I can handle it. It's more dangerous to go home where the fighting is still going on."

"No, but... I said that..."

"No, I say it like I've seen it, you've seen it?

"Did you see it? Hey, you, you saw it, didn't you? The pavilion owner works at the estate store, what happened over there?

"What about the kids? What happened to school?

The anxiety voiced by several voices overlaps and descends on the streets of Kublum.

"You can't end the fight without checking the safety of individuals and the damage done to the city. First, give priority to surviving."

With Captain Solniak's calm voice, people shut their mouths.

Yesterday, the contents of the backpack returned to the Nishimon were firm bread.

It was not at all sufficient for nearly a thousand refugees, but when Captain Solniak declared that he would divide them into women and children, no objection was raised by anyone.

... Glad the captain is here.

The spelldoctor saw the distribution of breakfast and gave people a drink of water before jumping to Noge, but without him he would not have been able to contain the confusion in the septentorio of the people of the lake.

When Captain Solniak urged with his eyes, Fiarlka told him of his plans for today.

"My people are negotiating with Zolata residents back home right now. As soon as you share the food, leave."

"Zorata District residents? Isn't the city of Zerneau a restricted area?

Residents of impoverished areas also seem to have some information on the surrounding cities.

The hauler explained with one hand that the spelldoctor tried to open his mouth.

"In the official government announcement, yes. But there are people who went back after another air raid at the evacuation site, lost their way. Infrastructure remains broken, and it's left over from government support, but for magic to work out, it's better than you guys."

"Are you okay with pushing such an adult count on such a toco?

Employee Praesaw said, the people around him nodded and saw the haulier.

Fiarlka smiles confidently.

"If that's the condition, you won't be turned down first. I'll protect you on the road instead of the curse doctor."

The eyes of the Autonomous Communities gather in the Spelldoctor Septentorio.

"She is one of those who, together with Senators Laqueus, aspires to peace without force"

"I don't like helping Kirkurs. Before the civil unrest of half a century, I was in a neighborhood with Hutu."

"How old are you?

"Maybe three times Senator Laqueus."

The Kirkurs stop moving when they are revealed to be well over ninety years old.

... a little above the Sheratan Principal?

I knew it was a long-lived race, but I didn't know it until I was old enough to know.

"If I can help a wizard, I won't be forced to hold people back because it's better to die of faith, so if I want to go home, I'm not going home right now."

Fiarlka's well-traveled voice echoed the mountain path, but as no one moved.

A haulier removes a large palm wipe bag from the shoulder bag. There was a luggage tag bracketed on the mouth string.

"This is the curse doctor, he took it to church. So, this is for the people going to Zolata District. I'll get the contents out of the square."

Those who fled the Ristover Autonomous Community saw the hauliers of the people of the lake as Pocan.

Says Fiarlka as he loosens his mouth string.

"This is a magic bag that says [endless bags]. There's a lot more in there than it looks. I split it it into 10,000 bags a day, so take ten of them each and leave them with the captain if you have more."

People half-heartedly retreated to the streets following Captain Solniak.

When Fiarluca shook the intricately embroidered wipes upside down, a large number of sachets overflowed the square. Septentorio buried to his knees and regretted not answering with him.

"You can't take more than ten per person. We didn't split it up."

Whoever holds the bag picks up the sachet and packs it, and whoever escapes wearing it picks it up as he counts his mouth strings through his arms. The people who revealed a terrible night together, without taking away from each other, finished handing out food.

The excess food is counted in Captain Solgnac's rucksack, confectioner and newspaper bag. And those who could not enter were given breakfast. According to the rest of the population, there are nine hundred and eighty-three refugees.

"Then I will jump to church"

Good luck.

The spelldoctor Septentorio cast a [leap] spell as Fiarluca waved small.