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0985. Second largest opposition party

DJ Rafe hears the tone again.

"Last month, in addition to the broadcaster's headquarters location, the application for a broadcast license was subject to restrictions imposed by the applicant's address registration. Did you know that?

"No? Well, we don't need a broadcast license... but I've never heard of anything like a circular coming out of the Paddle Regional Administration of the Ministry of Information and Information."

Capillo, the head of the Klukwa branch of the Nemus Liberation Army, twisted his neck.

The PLA occupies the majority of broadcasters in the capital, Cravel, by force and is still drooling propaganda without a license or anything.

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Jorch went to the Paddle Regional Administration in the Ministry of Information and Communications yesterday to apply, and... he said that the restrictions on the registration of the applicant's address were due to the fact that he was paid in advance."

When Cruillo said, Rafe added details by laying low only the name of the senator.

"Is it the branch party of Qin Pei (Tonerico)? We want to stop spreading our broadcasts any further, and then we want to stop the flow of foreign information."

"With pilgrimages and volunteers, there are a lot of people coming and going to King's Capital and refugee camps, and some people jumping around foreigners at work, why..."

Whatever the building or urban unit, it can't connect to a wide range of national scales, and it can't prevent individuals from [jumping].

That is why the government forces of Nemoralis cannot stop guerrillas operating in Nemoralis Grief Squads and individuals from retaliating against the Artel Republic.

Silva can't stop jumping around the country, refugee camps, etc., and instigating (so-called) people who mourn everything to join the Grief Squad.

Of course (of course), the reviews of people coming and going with foreign countries cannot be stopped for good reason.

No matter how many newspapers and radios are censored within the Republic of Nemoralis, for example, if the Lacrimalis or Amitostigma headquarters versions of Hunan Economic Newspapers are brought in, they will not prevent the spread of more information.

Capillo tells me he saw through Cruello's chest.

"If you circulate newspapers, you can pass on detailed information, but the transmission range is narrow over time. Alley rumors and people I know have low credibility for information. But why don't you?

"Ah... Mr. Joolucci"

Cruillo finally realized the magnitude of the significance that the presence of a real state-owned broadcast announcer and official logoed event track, the DJ rafe of FM Cravel and the event relay car, would give to the public.

"It's a state-run broadcast out of the capital and an FM cravel held up by government forces, so they think it's an official government announcement, right?

"Master Left. If so, I wonder what the police have ever told me."

As Capillo nodded, DJ Rafe grinned sarcastically.

"But the PLA hasn't jammed you, either, Cotto. On the contrary, you and the Persiek Branch Manager have helped."

"What good does it do us to stop the broadcast area's living information, the current state of refugee camps and other unusual international information, songs calling for peace, etc.?

"If you ask me that, you don't. Just eat the residents' rebellion."

Rafe pulled in a grin and nodded.

Capillo sips a cup of coffee and recommends it to both of them and says:

"Horizontal spears come in only as a testament to the fact that the broadcast then inflicted a painful hand on the Kripeus regime of the Qin Pei (Tonerico) branch party."

"The Light Party of the Lakes... What is the leader of the Faltor party doing now?

Capillo, the people of the lake, lowered his green brow at the enquiry of the rave and threw into his mouth one cookie with cranberry peaches (Chernica), which Leno had baked as a souvenir. Taste carefully and open your mouth.

"My opinion is broken over the Devil's Asthma Cannon, and I'm being chased to deal with it"

"The PLA also knows what that is at the top, don't you?

"Whatever. We repeatedly broadcast what the Kripeus administration and government forces are doing, but you've never heard of it?

"I heard that."

The two nod with a dark face.

Until he was told, Cruillo had completely forgotten the radio he heard that night at the Returning Refugee Center.

Say it with a rafe bittersweet face.

"I went to the Autonomous Region and found out that the star sign (Shibaku) sounds like Nemoraris also depends on a Kirkurist country like Artel"

"Sounds like it. Even if you don't want to go as far as the whole area, you will be craving north of the Kublum Mountains on the island of Nenia, where there is an autonomous region of Listver and there are many people on land"

"That's why you burned down all the cities and villages in the air raid and made them even more sophisticated?

Cruillo couldn't help but tell Capillo, even though he knew he had no choice.

The branch chief of the Nemus Liberation Army silently gazed at the youth who had lost their homeland in an air raid, caught up in fighting between the Liberation Army and government forces and shifted his gaze to DJ, who had been deprived of everything.

The green eyes are calm and I can't read at all how I perceived their suffering as non-combatants.

"If so, do you want to crack the country but get a temporary peace?

Half-century civil unrest divided the former Lacus Lacrimalis Republic into three parts, and peace was established.

The peace obtained with it is thirty years. It's enough time for a newborn baby to grow up and get a new family. The twenties Cruillos only know the period of civil unrest by hearsay and textbooks.

Capillo was the lord who ruled this Krukua long before that, during the time of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis. For him in the long-lived race, I guess thirty years of peace can only be felt instantly.

Cruillo shook his head to the side.

"I don't like it."

"Why?

"If we do that, we'll be at war again in the same way, and more importantly, the country is getting smaller and smaller, and it's going to be like the Lake East region..."

"I agree. Not on the spot, but I want every citizen to think about it, and I'm broadcasting it."

Green-haired Capillo nodded looking into the eyes of two blonde youths.

"Let's leave the broadcast license here for now."

"What are you going to do?

"It can't be bad. Right...... will you come back in five days?

The two politely thanked each other and resigned from the former Lordship of Klukwa's hall.