It's all one flower.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana received a call from Yarbraka City Police.

The truck of the mobile distributor Praether Missa is parked in a park next to two Yarbraka South Stations. Of course (of course), I have permission from the bureau and the Temporary Housing Autonomous Association.

"Neither have I heard the details."

It was the clerk from the South Department who brought the call letter from Yarbraka City Police Headquarters. The elderly woman, I did give it to her, and went back to her job just in case.

The contents of the envelope were a request for cooperation in the exorcism of scaly spiders (urocogumos).

"You said it on the radio."

Cruillo peeps over his shoulder and squeals. Awellana turned around and nodded.

"It doesn't say anything important about what, how many, by when, what to do with the ingredients."

"If it's like a mansion in the city of Dossici, you're in trouble."

You two make a dark face.

My brother Aviace went back this morning from helping with the fishing and had breakfast, and he also asked for help with the aquaculture processing plant and so on, and he left again. Because of the scale spider, the land logistics lagged behind (and where), and the harbor became busy as the purchase of produce from nearby areas decreased.

"Are you going?

"'Cause it's the police, right?

... I can't say no.

Funeral home Agoni takes Medvege and Morph to Billa distribute account numbers. My brother makes dries at the aquaculture processing plant until noon, DJ Leif is missing, and Captain Solniak is still not returning from the Ristover Autonomous Region. Jorch, a state-run broadcaster, is caged in the attendant's room behind the carrier and busy compiling the information he got yesterday in the city of Rachka.

"I can only help you a little bit, but should I come with you?

"Thank you"

The others are powerless people and girls. When something happens, rejection can be a big deal. Cruillo would have offered me the same method of erasure. A subtle air flowed between them.

... This letter doesn't say come alone, okay?

Cruillo runs his voice to his father and sister, manager Leno, and gets off the carrier first.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana put the letter of call in his coat pocket and took the enclosed map to the street. After commuting to school hours, driveways and sidewalks are idle.

... but what Joorci said on the radio was that he provided wound medication and concentrated wound medication.

Is there no wizard doctor in this city, too, tied to old values like the city of Dossici? Heading to the unimaginable, the gait is dull.

Cruillo was waiting a little further. If it was just Awellana, he could have escaped.

The two had no conversation and visited the city police headquarters in the heart of Yarbraka City.

"Um, here's the thing..."

"You're a mobile broadcast pharmacist. Please wait a moment."

When I showed the call letter to the receptionist, I contacted him somewhere on the ext. Without waiting, a man in a large suit made a grand footsteps and ran down the back stairs.

"Pharmacist! Thanks! We have the ingredients, so hurry up."

"Wait a minute, please. The pharmacist is from over here."

The big man blushes with Cruello's hands patted apart.

"And I beg your pardon"

"I, too, can't make anything, and I can't decide until you tell me how many or when to make your medicine and what the reward will be. I told you on the radio that the medication was for wounds, and I already gave it to you."

The big man corrects his posture, unties the chains entangled in the tie and fixes the position of the [Flying Eagle (Taka)] school badge (today).

"As a matter of fact, Moshi General Security has asked me to push Scale Spider (Urocogmo) somewhere he can't escape because we have arranged for a guard and a hunter."

Indicate a qualitative set of reception in the corner of the entrance hall with palms.

As the two sat shallow on the couch, the [Flying Eagle (Taka)] 's big man slipped down across the street.

"Oh, I'm late for my offer. I'm the head of the Materials Procurement Division of the Warcraft Preparedness Department."

The section chief doesn't name his name, so this one goes with it.

He was a pharmacist at a private hospital on Nenia until the war began.

"I was an employee, but now I'm a pharmacist or someone who helps me broadcast."

Awellana pulled the [Thinking Owl] school badge out of her collar and was able to pull it right in.

"I heard rumors in Cravel that the PLA and the others were forced to take the medics to work, and I'm hiding them."

"Of course the police (of course) won't let you confine yourself to such abduction and forced labor. Just..."

"Free?"

Cruillo listens back.

"Yes. Excuse me. It's free. For budget reasons, I can't pay the reward. You can also scratch your pocket money from the will of the commissioner and procure it at a minimum."

"And to say, the material is critical in the amount you need, isn't it?

The chief nodded disappointedly at the pharmacist's inquiry, holding his head as it was.

"The people up there don't know anything. How many casualties do you think it will take three months for a regular budget application to be filed?"

With scaly spiders sitting around, regulations are not lifted and mobile distributor Praether Missa is nowhere to go.

... You can't fail to be critical, can you?

I'll just have to take it on, but that's cramped and heavy loads.

"How many pills, how long?

"You'll make it, won't you?

"That's the information I need to decide."

I laugh bitterly at the chief who made my face shine.

"It's an anesthetic for warcraft and an antidote for neurotoxicity. The number is all there is to it. As soon as it's complete, we'll turn it over to the real-life unit at Anti-Scale Spider Headquarters."

The section chief changed his expression and looked at Awellana's green eyes and replied.

The pharmacist of the people of the lake gazes into the puppy's eyes and returns them honestly.

"Excuse me. I, I only learned human medicine in college. I made the antidote at the hospital, so it's okay, but for Warcraft, all I know is that the spell and the material are completely different."

"Do something there! Please!

... I don't even know the spell that you "asked" me so hard.

I remember the textbook saying that anesthesia for warcraft was not a "drug" of the [thinking owl] school, but a "poison" of the [scales dancing in the sky] school. I also just touched a few lines in the column and it didn't say what kind of spell it was at all.

"I got a copy of the magic book, and I procured the material. Please."

"Is there a medic in the Procurement Division?

You can't call a boulder a poisoner.

"The government forces dragged me in, and both civil and civilian hospitals were busy with the influx of evacuees, and in the end, this far..."

In a pharmacist who opens his own business, if residents find out he made poison, he may find it hard to live in the city.

... me in the stream? Even though you work for free?

"Can't you do it without anesthesia?

"We have a victim, and we know what kind of poison it is."

Cruillo turns blue on the section chief's low voice.

"I don't make anesthesia poison. It could ruin precious materials."

"Don't worry about that. I'll scratch everything I can."

The escape route was blocked and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana had no choice but to shake her neck vertically.