It's all one flower.

A citizen's hospital curse doctor took the vial out of his cape.

"First, wash the wounds one by one. Then if you have minor injuries, move here. I'll put it together later and heal it because there's nothing else in my life. If you have a slight scratch, go there."

"I'll paint the wound pills"

And the old priest and the young mothers came out of the chapel, lifting up the paper bag. Kufshenka goes to the side of the ni monk.

"I'll help you wrap the bandages too"

There are many old men and women, even young men, whose feet are not profitable, and the organization of relief supplies does not proceed as late as possible.

The spelldoctor's explanation continues.

"If you have a fracture or a bullet left, I'll heal you individually"

When the spelldoctor said something, a large amount of water poured out of the tiny bottle and drifted through the universe. Can I get a bathtub?

The water mass wrapped an employee who was near the curse doctor as the Kirkuls watched. It moves like a soft creature, stripping stubborn blood, fine pieces of glass, mechanical oils and chemicals, etc., from its work clothes.

A priest called out to the chapel and made him bring a garbage bag.

... Oh, it's the same as diapers, you throw away dirt.

A man who brought it sandwiched his crutch aside and held it with his trash bag mouth wide open. As Khushchenka imagines, the water that has finished washing (spilling) one person spits dirt on the bag and boils.

"You come over there"

The injured follow honestly and settle their hips in the waiting area for the slightly injured. Those who were washed were divided one after the other, and Kufushenka and the others were busy treating them.

A spelldoctor casts a long spell and heals on the spot those who have bent over in unfamiliar parts of their arms.

Cardboard sorting is over.

"Breastfeeding bottles and powdered milk, one box at a time, go to the assembly room. Take the rest to the warehouse on the north side."

People moved at the priest's direction, and the spelldoctor opened a second [infinite bag]. Cardboard of canned, sturdy bread and dried fruit pops up one after the other.

Those who were seriously injured there were able to move quickly and joined the sorting of supplies.

Leave the supplies to them and resume washing and treatment.

It will be by this time tomorrow that those who have been painted with wound pills will be completely better. Sit on the edge of the planter, rub the bandage, and watch the work unfortunately.

Every time the square was cleared (every time), magic bags were opened, and more people were helping.

After a rough cleanup, the spelldoctor turns to a dozen minor injuries left behind. The water moved like a creature to fit in a vial.

"Thank you for waiting. I'm going to heal you with a curse."

Same as Kublum Street that day, the curse doctor's eyes were exhausted, but when he removed his mask and took one big breath, he started singing in good spirits. Breathtaking with an insensitive mustache like a mold (mold) affixed to the spelldoctor's jaw. But no one said anything.

From the estate district, not only gunshots are heard, but explosions are heard, and black smoke rises several muscles.

A fluent song similar to a nursery song is spun out of the mouth of the spelldoctor. I have no idea what the lyrics say, but I always wanted to be the one to look into it.

Two men came running from the north side. Green hair.

Did you also notice the wounded? Several people see the curse doctor with anxious faces (thighs). But before the end of the magic song, the voice was called.

... PLA? How could you?

The spelldoctor sings on the back of the road and doesn't notice the two wrapped arms. The Nemus Liberation Army soldiers returned their heels and ran back.

The shadows that fall to the ground are very short.

Heavy footsteps approaching from the north side. Seems like quite a few people, but sounded perfect together and one.

Employees push the backs of old men and women and urge them to go to the chapel. Those in bandages floated their hips with a crying face.

Yesterday's deputy in front of the church - the people of the lake who named themselves Gremučnik, head of the Vinagrat branch of the Nemus Liberation Army, showed up. The man walking next door is also a [armor] figure from the time of the Old Kingdom. The people of the lake marched neatly and stopped aligned on the sidewalk.

The spelldoctor seems to have noticed, but he can't stop the magic song on the way.

"And the manager, quickly."

A priest closes one side of the great door and calls it in a whisper. The monk and the woman who helped him invited him at the door. Kufshenka slowly shook her neck to the side and headed to the gate of the open church.

Looks like the deputy also remembered Kufshenka.

"Hello, Grandma. He didn't seem to have been attacked by the star sign, more importantly."

The employees keep their eyes open from the PLA and move toward the chapel.

The priest closed the door and lined up in Kufshenka on a small run.

From behind the green-haired soldier in line, three men advance.

One is an old lake people. Her hair is more white than green, but she wraps her fine [armor] around her, and she has a piercing lock that presses the others.

The people of the magnificent lake are also in [armor], but after seeing the old man, he looked weak.

The third is a young man with blonde hair. Not enough to call it [armor], but with embroidery such as a curse on the trousers and jacket. Obviously out of place, I looked around uncomfortably.

A finished singing spelldoctor turns to the army of more than fifty men lined up in front of the gate.

"Long time no see, Septentorio. Why don't you show me your face better?

The old man narrowed his eyes to nostalgia. It sounds firmly in my stomach even though I'm not shouting.

Kufshenka had a variety of revived memories during the civil unrest.

"Unuk...... General Elhaia"

An old man rounds his green eyes to an accidentally leaky whine. The spelldoctor turned over his shoulder, took the hood and turned back to the general, as he had given up.

... I can't believe the General himself is coming out.

Inside, you can't delude a spelldoctor into being wrong. Was Razornik's information erroneous, he said, that this offensive was some rampage that had paralysed the General's immobility?

Some anxiety is swirling, and Kufushenka is finally standing with herself in her cane.

"Were you the commander of this operation? I missed it."

The spelldoctor throws up in a thorny voice.

The soldiers in line did not change their expression and did not make it slight.

One powerful land people compares Oro to both.

"I know very well what will happen if I crush this place. So I didn't move. But the failure to contain some of the soldiers is the result of the immorality of Non."

General Unuk Elhaia turned his attention to the employees in bandages and shifted his gaze to those in minor injuries who were being treated by the spelldoctor.

"I'm sorry for the unnecessary pain."

The general apologized with regret, but the employees at the time shook up.

A dripping smile is directed at the priest.

General Unuk Elhaia said the expression again.

"I'm going to stop this useless fight now. Do you, Lord Priest, know the priest and the priest, have a presence for directions and discussion? And the septentorio."

"What? Huh? Are you taking that grandma to the place where she's doing the Don Patch?

A powerful land people turn their voices upside down.

The general replied with a laugh, not adhering to the youth's disrespectful words. At least, they're not military personnel or those under the command of the Nemus Liberation Army.

"No way. I'm sending this convoy first, and then I'm stopping the fight. Soldiers leave here, let them protect the Church"

"But then this is the place to fight..."

"Build walls with surgery, and you can't even get a single bullet inside."

The general forcefully dispelled the priest's concerns.

A magnificent man awaits orders in an upright immovable position.

"Optimus oil, tell the soldiers to abort the operation and retreat to the parking lot earlier. Soldiers of the star mark (servant) leave a message and capture them. Tell them this Unuk Elhaia wants to speak directly with the commander of the star sign."

"Ha!

A magnificent man, called Optimus Eyre, runs to the estate district in a light foothold and only one of his direct subordinate-like soldiers follows him.

"If you two in the Autonomous Communities would like to take on the presence, come here... Septentorio, if you don't want to change your position differently from the others, why don't you come?

"Mr. Store Manager, please don't push me"

The priest headed to the gate for a firm foothold. Kufshenka chases him with legs he can't leave to think because of his age.

The spelldoctor looked back at the wounded, but said nothing, followed by the two.