It's all one flower.

In Oberbok city, magic books are also a little cheaper than elsewhere.

I was able to exchange "pigeon practice" for a bag of vanilla tea at an old bookstore I stopped by on the way to gather information.

Cruillo felt indescribable, having the pleasure of playing with Leno by skipping a magic school on the nostalgic cover and the bitterness from the beginning of the war to today being evoked at the same time.

Today, my father and Amana are studying in the library, Tsubakaya's brother and sister (today) and Captain Solnyak are leaving messages in the truck, and everyone else is gathering information.

Medvege, who came with me, is looking for a picture book shelf in his hand with the shopping cage and hat he braided yesterday.

... Morph, is that yours?

Juvenile soldier Morph seems to want to practice reading and writing, but Amana and her fifth grade textbooks are still difficult.

The "All One Flower" picture book, said to have been bought in Rachika City, is a lot easier than a textbook, but it would be mentally tight for Kirkursian morphs to read it over and over again.

Medvege bought a picture book of how the little boy seemed to like the ride and received a change of candy from the shopkeeper of the people of the lake.

"Hmm? You're not a candy ball, are you?

"Your kid can't have green candy. Expiration date is critical, so be quick."

"Thank you."

The square wrapper with a big bite was chocolate.

Since I disrespected the personal belongings of officials at the State Broadcasting Zerneau Branch.

... I'm late in importing and chocolate has become a luxury product.

Medvege begins gathering information.

"We helped with the mobile broadcast, and we came all the way from Cravel - all the way west, from West Granato. Over here, I was surprised that the curse thief was fashionable. This one's been like this for a long time?

"Huh? Are you leaving somewhere else? There was no such thing as before the war."

The store owner is blurry.

"If you know anything, could you tell me? We'll gather information about the city, Mr. Joolucci will write the manuscript, and we'll broadcast it later on the FM."

When Cruillo, as usual, gave him a schedule of broadcasts and a set of lyrics, the shopkeeper let his green eyes shine.

"Joorci, is that Mr. Joorci from the national broadcast sign Ana?

"Yeah, that's right. They took over the station in the coup, so they said they'd bring the information to the public in a mobile broadcast car."

"Right. Is he alive? Right... right. Since then, I've stopped listening to it on the radio, so I'm just saying that I've managed to do something with the coup..."

Tears seep through the clerk's eyes.

... I can't believe I'm a news-reading announcer and I have a fan, Mr. Joorci, who was awesome.

With that said, I miss the boy soldier Morph a lot, too.

The shopkeeper dropped his shoulder saying that it was the mountains who wanted to help Jorch but knew nothing about the killer's clues.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. I just want to call the attention of all the citizens of Oberbok, not that Mr. Jorch catches the killer or anything..."

"Sorry I can't help you."

"You just stick this guy out in the store, that's a big help"

I laughed that Medvege was worried, and the store owner laughed.

The two obtained some PR newspapers at Oberbok City Hall and examined the general location of the temporary housing. Look at the name in the call for occupancy or in the announcement of the medical examination car patrol and give an approximate view on the map.

The city of Oberbok was the same as the city of Yarbraka, built not so much as a school garden to be filled, but in parks, salted municipal land, etc. for which use was uncertain.

I dare not take it and take a trip to the temporary housing in the park closest to City Hall.

The gaze of vigilance towards strangers pricked my skin. Medvege doesn't scare him, he smiles nostalgic and talks to the old lady who shops home.

The old woman looked blatantly nasty, but as soon as Cruello gave Giorchi his name, he changed his stiffness and attitude.

"Mr. Joolucci, would you come here too?

"Come on? But with the radio, you can hear the broadcast."

"I don't have it."

In an effort to manage to encourage the old woman to drop her shoulders, Cruillo continues the conversation.

"How about a rally point? Somebody, ask someone who has it, let them all hear it."

The old woman pushes her lazy eyelids to the limit and looks up at Cruello.

"Right. I'll call everyone. Brother, you look like a lamp of darkness."

Stuck in a reply as a ghost to a compliment.

In the meantime, Medvege sent out a helpship.

"The lamp of knowledge. That's another spilled compliment."

"Really? I hear it a lot these days, so I guess it's fashionable among young people"

"You're quite young."

Did the old woman feel a little better, she laughed deeper at the wrinkles in her face.

"The volunteers, they're all young. Even if the road to happiness is dark, if we don't lose sight of the stars with proper knowledge, we can move on without hesitation. 'Cause these days, young Co are solid."

... this, too, is the sacrament of Kirkulus... right?

When Cruillo asked with his eyes, Medvege nodded with the face of the Star Way Prostitute Army and immediately returned to smile.

"Whoa, I heard about that road of happiness in the city to the west. You're doing this on local radio or something?

"Come on? Oh, my God, I don't have a private radio. Must be fashionable among young cots."

When the old woman put her luggage in the room, she clutched the door tight and led me to the rally point.

"These days, you're a curse thief. What's all this noise?"

"Earlier, the shopkeeper said,"

"Really? We're holla, I sleep early at night on my own, [the lights] gave way to someone with kids, and we eat dinner with everyone at the rally point, so I'm safe with nothing to steal, but the guy in the front diagonal room was in trouble for getting stolen. Be careful with your brothers."

"Yes, thank you"

Cruillo can use [lights] and [furnaces] on his own, but thanks with a strange face.

There were people at the assembly center who taught students to study handicrafts and children, and about half of the seats were filled.