It's all one flower.

A sunset plunges into a brand new clinic window with a woody scent. Pharmacists (ticklers) from the land people organize the medicine cabinets while checking the inventory, and the herbal gardener helps with that.

Nemoralis refugees fleeing to refugee camps in the kingdom of Amitostigma surged since the Royal Lacrimalis Army issued a declaration in winter of completion of the extermination of the bloody wind tree (Seifu).

The influx continues in May.

There are still no inpatients in the clinic that has not been opened. Spelldoctor Septentorio asked the last fractured patient to heal today.

"Didn't you get safer?

Less than a week after coming, the young man underneath the logging tree scratched his green head and re-sat, answering his fellow curse doctor in a whisper.

"It's safe now."

"What? How could you do that?

The patients of the people of the lake shook their heads small and blurred with lighter colors for their age.

"May peace be soon, because more people come to pray directly to the Holy Land."

"Then why don't we have more work mouths for tourism relations?

"The other way around. Weakened by the blockade on the lake and the turbulent trees, the vendors who were finely connected in other businesses breathed back and called back the employees who had originally worked, and the boarding house cost went up and they stayed generously back to normal business."

"Did those who couldn't get into the shelter lose their place?

If I stood up over there, I wouldn't stand over here, and the spelldoctor Septentorio spilled his sighs at Ruse.

"That's not all. The wind tree's tangled utilities have disappeared, and the number of unemployed people has increased at once."

"Ah..."

The Kingdom of Lacrimalis is not a party to the dispute.

It was caught up because it was halfway between the Republic of Nemoralis and the Republic of Artel.

In order to defeat the Tuman Forest after losing the manipulator with whom the Devil's Asthma Cannon entered into a [contract of use of the Devil], the Artel Army broke into the southern part of the island of Nenia and sowed many seeds of fishy trees in the woods near the city of Maust.

Rural and fishing villages around the city of Maust are forced to live in evacuation and cannot resume their work unless farmland is decontaminated even after extermination. The involvement resulted in extra spending, which also hit the tourism industry in major industries.

... No wonder the wind feels stronger to the Nemoralis refugees.

"I can't settle without the Lacrimaris inside me, and I want to go back to the local area when it's peaceful, but I'm in a tough job..."

Even the people of the lake say they have no work to do.

The powerless people have lost their place, and have flown into the land.

Some of the financial contributions for the support of refugees previously sent to the Temple would have flowed to the support of their own citizens, who had been financially damaged by the turbulent trees.

A Farkil boy's investigation says that not only Nemoralis war refugees, but also Cravel citizens fleeing the coup, temporarily also Lacrimaris of Nenia Island surrendered to the temple in addition to it in the matter of the turbulent trees.

After a rapid increase in the number of people, the hands of food production have stopped and the effects of the blockade on the lake have also been felt.

Even the green and blue candy (bastard) did not go satisfactorily, but it could be seen from the light hair color of the youth.

"Spelldoctor, this place, if you work hard, will be a life rack, right?

A young man who lost only one life in an air raid looks at Septentorio.

The spelldoctor explained again, wondering if he had not heard the volunteer's explanation very properly, having just come here recently.

"You can increase your rations as a daily allowance if you help run errands throughout the camp. There are not only construction tasks, but also spellmaking and sewing, field work and hunting, [road guard] singers, vigilantes and many other jobs."

"Yeah. The carpenter's imitation is a little tight, but I signed up because I get a lot of per diem."

I thought I wanted to check it out and change the story a bit.

"With support not only from Amitostigma, but also from the UN and other countries, we didn't have to let the starving and frozen die this winter. Not really."

"Yeah. I'll try not to die. I don't have anything to work on over there, I just get donations, I was narrow shoulder, but I'm just racked that there are so many to work on here."

The young man sparkled his eyes and the spelldoctor was stuck in words.

... After finding out this one is more dangerous and life is tough, did you dare come?

"If you're not a carpenter, can you help me with the herbal garden?

Safrol, who finished helping to organize the medicine cabinet, stopped his hand and called out. The pharmacist (dull) completes the inventory inspection and hangs the object key and the [key] of the procedure on the shelf.

"Herbal garden?

"I'm a pharmacy manager at a pharmaceutical company in Kulbunika, and I still make herbs here. Powerful people go to carpenters, spell-makers, vigilantes, and we're the only ones who have a hard time watering."

of a powerless people. He is a tough heavy labourer to just pump water out of a well.

Patens City volunteers will help with the watering, but if anything else, the priorities will go down, blurry all the time.

"Recently, we... not only wizard pharmacists (dullness), but science doctors and pharmacists have decided where to be in refugee camps, so we can sit back and make medicine."

When the elderly female pharmacist said, the youth of the people of the lake nodded and urged ahead without saying anything.

"I can't make it without ingredients."

"The field job is really about vegetables, potatoes, people flowing to ready-to-eat monkeys"

Safrol said that the youth had a point.

"They think it has nothing to do with illness."

"That's right. If it's not Isa, she often tells you to go pick it up in the woods, but then, you'll make it, won't you?

"Yes, you are."

When Safrol snorted all the time to get my will, so did the youth.

The spelldoctor Septentorio finally figured out why Safrol was in this twenty-seventh compartment. At the forefront of development, there are still no other fields. You want to build a herbal garden first.

The pharmacist laughs happily.

"If the co of the people of the lake is going to help, that would be a big help. Wow. Herbal gardens, they're scattered over here."

"Oh, that sounds like a lot of water."

"It's hard to keep insects out, keep them from getting sick, keep herbs dry."

When Safrol described the daily allowance leaving the volunteer headquarters in Patens City, the youth looked a little difficult.

The food to be paid is less than half of the building work. If you're a wizard who can [fuck water] and [jump], it's a simple task that can be done in one effort, and for that matter, the daily allowance is cheap.

... so everyone forgot that someone would do it, and he had to keep calling me every day.

"Fracture, it would have hurt."

"Ah, yes. Thank you for healing me."

The youth thanked him again as Septentorio finished his return journey and spoke up.

"I was here today, so I was cured right away, but since we are on patrol, there are more days when we are not here."

"What? Were you?

"Yep. You are weak due to lack of copper, so you may want to avoid hazardous work that can cause injury."

The young man bowed to the curse doctor's warning.

Just a few rations a day and the amount you get for managing your herbal gardens will not be enough for a young foodie.

"I'm sorry to threaten you, but we, the people of the lake, are less resistant to the disease when we lack copper, making it easier for the wounds to purify."

"Huh?

A young man raised his face and saw a curse doctor and a pharmacist (dull).

When the two medical doctors nodded at the same time, they scratched their right leg, which had been broken until earlier.

"I can handle pus and snake venom with my medication, but I don't have enough ingredient herbs right now..."

"If I'm in a state where I'm going to cut it off, I won't be able to cure it with [blue single-wing]"

"Are you sure you can't?

The spelldoctor Septentorio remembered the patients whose hands and legs tissue had been necrotized and had to be amputated by the poison of snakes and warcraft, causing stomach aches.

"... [White One-Winged] spelldoctors can't help but manage the progression of necrosis until some point, because the number of people is small..."

Few [winged lizards (lizards)] school cursers can regenerate lost limbs worldwide and naturally do not reside in refugee camps. Still, they are dispatched from NGO once every few months, so it won't stay the same for the rest of my life, but it didn't change a lot.

"You can hang it, right? For example, in the morning, we watered it down with [dry water], and then we made a spell."

"I've already talked to my health..."

Safrol rubs his mind and waits for the youth to reply.

"Well, I'll hang up and don't forget to do it."

For a moment in the youth's proclamation, the three of them looked at each other and loosened their cheeks.