It's all one flower.
0995. Request for stickers
"Boy, you have a visitor."
Encouraged by the spellmaker's shopkeeper Gentius, Roark interrupted his help with spellmaking and went out into the store.
This is a rare time, Fiarlka the haulier. There is still time until the end of the month.
Skinum in charge of customer service did nothing and stood at the counter.
"Are you in a hurry?
"Firstly, put this on so you don't get fingerprints on it"
They give me latex gloves that science dentists can wear, and I honestly wear them. Fiarlka wore the same gloves.
"So, can you put this on“ Adventurer Cactacare fans go a lot, but no one else goes first ”?
A4 size paper protected by a transparent waterproof sheet.
That "instant star girl" restarts as a "bouquet of peace"!
Archione
Tygeta
Electra
Asterope
Four songs and thirty minutes of talk ♪
♪ And the new song premieres ♪
Under that letter, four girls in stage costumes smile with paper capitalizing on the name and frequency of the broadcaster and the date and time of broadcast.
Broadcast date is late this month.
"Do you have a place on your mind?
"Er... the bus stop of the Church of the Guide of Light on this island... can't we because we also use village people and priests"
Roark thought of the map and pictures of the "Pilgrimage to the Holy Land" corner of the Fan Forum.
"An abandoned hospital in the city of Ignikans...... or so?
"Looks like I'll be right there?
"I don't mind going, but a couple of them went missing in the winter and the police have been looking into it and stuff for a while. I'm calm now, but I think I've lost a lot of fans going local."
Roark is a tablet device I got for Fiarlka that, in addition to news, star marker (servant) movements, and more, also browses the fan forums of the "Adventurer Cactacare" series daily to examine trends among young people dissatisfied with Kirkulus Church and "conscious adults".
When I gave him the name of the hospital, the haulier sparkled his green eyes.
"Just fine. Can you find me a scorpion brooch?
"Brooch? Is it magical?
"In that sense, it's a hutu brooch. It's a gray plain object, and if it's a concrete ruin, it won't stand out."
Why look for such a thing? It may have been recovered when the police conducted a search for the missing person. We can only hope to overlook it, and the likelihood of discovery seems unlikely.
"There's a lot of memory in there, and there's the latest version of the app that breaks through censorship."
"What? If the police were picking it up..."
"That's the time."
The haulier laughs invincibly.
"There was a gasket in the“ factory "in Artel territory, and I had someone else go to pick it up, but when I arrived, there was no one there."
Roark quickly turned his thoughts around.
There are only four weekend days to air date.
Several missing persons came out in abandoned hospitals and became news, and the danger was known, so the number of fans visiting dropped dramatically.
Fans originally even trespass are a minority, but after the missing incident, the pilgrimage pictures of the Holy Land posted on the Fan Forum only took exteriors from outside the construction sound barrier.
... Stick it inside and you won't get a look at it, will you?
That's why it touches an unspecified number of eyes when it is affixed to walls and sound insulation walls.
Too widely known, there was a fear (presumably) that the reception jamming would resume sooner.
Decide where to paste it locally and reply first.
"Tomorrow, I'll go"
"Thanks. Take this too"
The tape and spare latex gloves, the [exorcism] curse, were arranged on the counter three times, and the haulier Fiarluca followed the curse house.
A skinum standing next to me spills.
"I was refused tea because I don't brew well and it doesn't taste good."
"That's not true," said Roark, wondering if he had been asked to console him, mumbling, but suppressing his emotions.
"I was in a hurry."
"But other customers often say no."
Skinum was drooled.
Next to the cassette stove, there is a clear line of clean tea utensils.
If you ask me that, I still didn't smell tea once today.
"What's your taste?
"Taste...? I can't believe I drank tea from the store!
Discipline was demonstrated in strange places, and Roark was getting a headache.
"Even if you serve it to customers, they won't be able to drink it or leave it behind."
"But what can I do..."
"You know how to brew, don't you?
It was at the end of the year that the two of them came to Chernoknyjnik, the underground town, and it was January 11th that they started working part-time at the spellhouse. It's mid-June now. Whatever he had been doing for six months, Roark wanted to hold his head.
"Didn't the manager teach you how to brew it?
"They don't know how to brew without magic,"
Skinum's voice gets smaller and his face gets darker and darker.
"What? Um, I'm not here, I'm the manager of the tea shop who always goes to grab you. The customers have no power, don't you know?
Skinum looks up in momentum and looks full of surprises.
"Hey, get back to work."
"Yes."
Roark hurried back to the back work room.
The next morning, Rourke left for the city of Ignikans on the opposite shore by one person and by bus from the start.
While waiting for the ride, check the Cactacare fan forum on the bench at the bus terminal.
From the pilgrimage pictures of the Holy Land over the past few months, I confirmed the shooting points at the abandoned hospital.
Before the incident, only a simple fence of off-limits was patrolled around the perimeter of the fence, which could easily (yawning) be broken in if it were to be concerned, but now it is surrounded by white, tall construction sound insulation walls, many of which took panoramic views from afar.
Instead, commercial buildings become popular as new photography spots that are easy to capture panoramic views of abandoned hospitals.
Some of them took posters of search petitions made by police and family members affixed to sound insulation walls, and writings asking for cheap information on their fellow citizens.
Only one, I found the photo I took with my hand from the gap. It's a substitute for leaning, not even focusing on locks, and barely seeing the front door through the weed gap.
... or if you're surrounded by all this gutter, you can't get in, can you?
Looking at the recent pictures again, Roark began to regret that they were reckless.