It's all one flower.

"We divide folders by item, make files, and save the URLs of the source, as well as the names of companies, organizations, and individuals with the origination date, update date, title and source, and the entire body and image, if any."

"Is a long article all you need, not just where you need it?

The spelldoctor Septentorio felt inefficient and twisted his neck in Farkill's explanation.

The boy who abandoned his country touched the Internet from an early age and was much more familiar with the seafield of information than a long-lived racial curse doctor who was over four hundred years old.

I don't know what I don't know, so I don't have any special thoughts about teaching things to kids about a thirtieth my age.

All I have is the guilt of crushing a boy's holiday.

It's my day off, but I had the computer room at Mariana's open.

"What I'm doing is what Mr. Fiarlka asked me to do."

Farkill opens the Cathedral folder by manipulating the mouse with a familiar hand. Documentary and image files such as the dispatch of priests, support for the Autonomous Community of Listver, support for the Republic of Artel, and correspondence to star marks (servants) are arranged in a sloppy line.

"If you cut only some of the information, it will be" random "editing at that point, so it's all you have to save."

"If you ask me that, right. Newspaper articles are also convenient for the number of words, and there's nothing in them about what happened."

The very information disclosed on the Internet is already edited by someone else's hand. I cut it further, causing extra distortion (strain).

"Also, there are a lot of tips about official announcements being erased after a certain period of time, so this is how the screenshots are... I have copied the display of the screen just in case."

The boy's hand slowly manipulates the keyboard. The spelldoctor refrained from the procedure in his notebook and thanked him.

"I don't mind, but the curse doctor is off at the corner, so I just need to slow down a little bit."

'Cause it's something I can't stand still on.'

Farkill boy smiled bitterly and opened the document file and the image file one by one.

It's a Cathedral press release.

Below the bold with the title "About sending priests to conflict areas" is a symbolically mixed string that I'm not sure what it is. This is the URL of the source… I was taught that it is an address that indicates the presence of information on the Internet.

The date of the article was the end of last month and is now already in office.

The purpose of the announcement seems to be that the Order of Kirkulus and the Cathedral are worried about the international conflict that has broken out in the Hunan region of Lacus in the western part of the continent of Chinukalkulu Nothiu; the declarations that terrorism must not be tolerated in any attempt to put up any ideas, creeds or beliefs; the support of the hearts of those wearied by war and repeated terrorism; and those who have decided to send priests to conflict areas with the aim of communicating true teachings and leading them to peace…

Septentorio gave up early on deciphering the original text of the common language and glanced at Hunan translated by his comrades.

The Farkill boy understands the common language there. I don't like to compose from Ichi, but if it's about newspaper articles, I can read it without a dictionary, and say that I also confirmed this translation.

... Otherwise, can't we gather information in the common language?

Septentorio was impressed by the boy who didn't even go at the end of the year. I still think that the everlasting race is denser in life than the long-lived race for a short time in the world.

New information technologies called the Internet, as well as the sorting, identification and handling of overflowing information. Living for more than four hundred years is full of things that Septentorio doesn't know.

Farkil does it as easily as nothing, and is at the far height of the Septentorio. Naturally, Farkill was referred to as the "internet master."

"It's only natural that a country of scientific civilization should be able to do this, and people who follow fraudulent advertising and trap links and get infected with viruses or get fooled by fake news will be ridiculed."

"Even a child like you, is it?

The spelldoctor Septentorio was surprised.

If you are not given protection, whether you are a young child, and you are asked to have the same abilities as an adult, and you are charged with responsibility, the information space and the doings are more of a place to slaughter than you can imagine.

"For once, there's a filtering called Parental Control, and you can make it inaccessible, except for the sites on the positive list."

I don't know what they said and I have no idea where to start and how to ask questions. The Farkill boy read and explained the confusion from silence.

"Internet security companies and their children's parents protect their little ones by using features they don't let them see, other than sites they thought were okay with"

"Sekyu... you have something like a security company?

"Hmmm...... I feel a little different, but is that how you feel?

"Your child is protected."

Septentorio was horrified, but Farkill boy grinned bitterly.

"It's also common hanasi to say that kids take that off on their own, visit games and porn sites, get charged, sneak out their parents' credit cards and pay them, and parents are surprised to see extrajudicial bills at the end of the month"

"It... what happens?

"You're out of court."

... That's a headache issue for parents.

My child did something terrible because of his poor supervision. Parental regret, grief and anger could be imagined, even in the childless septentorio.

"Parents say it's because their kids did it, but the vendor side doesn't know if it was an adult or a child who visited a site with an age limit, and they don't know if they took the liberty of bringing up a creca that isn't their own. And it's a crime to use someone else's card, including my family. There's something about a family card that you give permission to, and if a child doesn't get it, they take it out on their own, they're just like thieves."

"Ah...!

The spelldoctor Septentorio put his poor supervision on the shelf and was stunned, not expecting the vendor to have a parent to transfer responsibility to.

It didn't pin because it was over the internet, but it's the same thing as scraping cash from a parent's purse and shopping in a cute magazine telemarketing.

"If you admit what your parents say, you can really come out and do business with someone whose adult family did it but can back up the payment because of their child."

"That's tough on both sides. Does the government of a civilized country do nothing?

"I don't have proper legal development around here yet, so I was wondering if I could rub it at trial. So now I'm building up jurisprudence all over the country, and if I can get a new law in some country, I think I'm seeing how it works."

"You even know that."

Septentorio saw the boy sitting next to him. Surprised eyes are turned and Farkill laughs bitterly.

"Hmm... I was doing a feature that says that on a news site that specializes in the internet. I just read it and I don't know how to learn more about foreign laws or anything. People in law work, law students, they know the problem exists because of this news, and they dig into it, but I don't do that, so it's shallow."

I found it not to be modest, but to have stated the facts, but the septentorio unfamiliar with the information space became anxious to be spoken of as a matter of course.

... but I decided to do it.

It turns out that the Artists often exchange words and influence large numbers of people in the information space rather than actually speaking face-to-face.

You only saw the actual movement of the Artel government and the military, you missee the sincerity of the people.

I know there is censorship and not a wack to see all the diverse opinions of the people, but it's much better than doing nothing.

... so much so that Artel's group of musicians called for peace. Something I can't manage to get my hands on with an Arthurian who wants peace?

Healing only the body of the wounded occurs constantly, unless it becomes peaceful, and the wounded mind cannot heal.

The spelldoctor Septentorio wanted to find hope that he could heal people physically and mentally in the seafields of information.