It's all one flower.

The broadcast in Oberbok ended without a thing.

Jorch, the announcer, went to Moshi General Security Oberbok Branch to interview him and heard that the donation was a little short, but that Yarbraka City Police had made a donation of magic medicine, so he could do something about it.

... That's Mr. Awellana's trick, isn't it?

Cruillo, who went with him, felt complicated, but he convinced himself that the security company wasn't bad just because Yarbraka City Police told him he had a "donation".

Donors are being sent a thank you note in turn.

The city also gained popularity when it broadcast about the extermination of scaly spiders (urocogumos).

Around Oberbok city, hearing rumors of spell thieves and pieces of Kirkrustic prayer, Cruillo was pointing his nerves, but nothing happened enough to clap him out.

Successfully scheduled all broadcasts, a moving distributor Praethermissa truck and an FM Cravel wagon will head to the next city of Krukuwa.

... Well, nothing is fuzzy.

Cruillo pulled out his shoulder strength on the carrier and read the notebook back.

The contents are spells written in a library in Oberbok City. Combining the minutes of the library in the city of Zerneau also makes for a considerable number.

... If I hadn't skipped school, I'd have used all of this, like, forever.

Cruillo had a deep sigh.

Medvege, the driver, and Jorch, the announcer, negotiated with the mass retailer to allow him to park in the parking lot for a week, free of charge.

"I'm going to go say hello to the branch manager, so will you come with me?

As soon as I got off the carrier, DJ Rafe called me.

... Why me?

You got it on your face, Rafe grinned bitterly.

"I've met the branch manager of Persiek, and I was wondering if you'd like to follow me? I'm going alone. It's not like that."

"Aren't you coming? And how about the captain with you?

When the funeral parlor Agoni laughed irresponsibly, the boy soldier Morph looked blatantly nasty. Amana, who held hands with her father, also looks up anxiously at her brother and DJ.

"I pretended to live in the Autonomous Community then. Let's face each other here."

When Captain Solgnac gently refused, Morph looked at the parking lot with a horrible face. The price of fuel has risen due to the lake blockade, and a wide parking lot is galloping open to say it's an early May holiday.

"Well, me, I'll go. I need to ask you something."

Amana cried, but my father managed to stop.

DJ Rafe was apparently given the location of the Krukuwa branch in detail, and the roads, confirmed by a map sign, went on and on in an unmistakable foothold.

"Mr. Rafe got mad at the general for being tickled by the Persiek Branch Manager, didn't he?

"Worried? Something like you stopped me a lot, and they appreciated it."

In front of General Unuk Elhaia, just make him a good boy, and if he is in his own territory, he may return his palms.

"If that's what you're up to over there, you might be surprised by the truck. I don't think it makes any sense to call and restrain first."

Cruillo nodded vaguely.

The two arrived in a castle-like mansion that you can clearly see from afar. In fact, it may have been a fort in the days of the Old Kingdom.

"The boulder, the only former lord, lives in Sugai."

Cruillo was surprised by the whining of DJ Rafe, but turns to the front entrance in the guise of calm. Rafe called out to the gatekeeper, waited in front of the gate all fifteen minutes, and was recruited by the servant.

... you'll see me even without an appointment?

Cruillo's anxiety rose that he could still be caught in the dungeon, but he can't turn back now. I followed the guide's servant in silence.

It's not the reception room you two were put through, it's an undecorated room like the office.

There was a couch and a low table in the meeting space, and another servant was brewing coffee for three.

Waiting for the servant to leave the room, a man of the people of the lake rises from the concierge and greets the two guests with a smile.

"Lord Reef, welcome to the city of Klukwa. If you let me know in advance, we had a welcome banquet."

"Oh, no, I don't mind. I just dropped by to say hello."

Encouraged by Capillo, Rafe reluctantly lowers his hips to the upper couch.

"Nice to meet you. I'm one of those people who's traveling with Mr. Reef."

"You're a mobile broadcaster. We heard rumors from other branches."

... Where's the information?

"They don't know anything about the lower end of the Oberbok branch," Cruillo heard from Leno and the others. At that time, he leaned his neck towards the Nemus Liberation Army intelligence network and liaison system, but it seems to be properly passed on to the branch manager.

I was a little relieved, but at the same time horrified.

... He's looking at us, and he's probably found out he's sniffing around a lot.

"Without Lord Rafe's work, it would have been a dangerous and irrevocable event. Again, thanks."

"No, most (mostly) Optimus Optimus works, so I don't..."

"Don't be so modest. Without your help, Optimus Prime couldn't move."

Is the old man of the people of the lake continuing to act as a good boy or sincerely grateful? Cruillo knew.

"I must return this great favour. If you need anything, don't hesitate, I want you to tell me what it is. Whatever you do, let's do it."

"It would be best if it didn't happen with the help of the Capillo Branch Manager."

DJ Rafe laughs in a troubled face.

As the two flourished over the matter of the autonomous community of Listwar, Cruillo, unable to get into the subject, observed the head of the Klukwa branch of the Nemus Liberation Army, sipping a little coffee.

The middle-aged man of the long-lived race looked the same age as the spelldoctor Septentorio. What a samurai-like quality. Rigid words and attitudes.

Today it's plain clothes, not magical [armor], but much more spell embroidery than the Cloak of Cruello.

... Are you activating all of this?

He was a knight during the old kingdom, so the magic is naturally strong enough not to be compared to Cruillo.

The coffee tasted the same as the coffee shop in the Persiek branch.

The topic flew to the scaly spider exorcism, and Cruillo was added to the story.

"No, I just helped a little with [fucking water] and I can't make drugs and stuff, so really nothing..."

"But you deserve the courage, the praise, of not being a martial artist [spiritual pigeon], but of not timidly rescuing him in the field."

I guess Capillo's story is more or less eye-catching from the top, because he was once a lord. If the world were the world, Cruillo would not have been allowed to meet.

Ask a question in humility to Texto and clouding the tea.

"I heard from a PLA guy on patrol that there were more curse thieves in Obervok, and this place is okay, right?

"Unfortunately, temporary housing is also frequent locally. … yes, let's put security on the broadcast car"

"We're fine, so you don't have to do that. I can handle it. Just how you feel, hi, it's okay."

Cruillo says no to all sorts of things, and asks Capillo, who makes him look sorry, overlapping.

"I heard from that person that the PLA is a group of ex-knights and other vigilantes...... there are two in one city, really? I don't know how to pass the general's orders..."

"No, the Nemus Liberation Army is one. I divide the department between those who can fight and those who don't, but who told me that story?

"I'm from the lower end vigilante. Were you a rookie? He said he didn't seem confident."

When I deliberately mixed the errors with my worried body, I found out and corrected them.

Around riding the simple induction that even Cruillo can come up with, I'm a little anxious, but I don't think the roots seem like a bad person.

Then we had a little public talk and the two went back to the truck.