It's all one flower.

Citizens continuously pack into the public and private parking lots in an effort to hear the last broadcast live in Kyler city.

Cruillo has been careful ever since he witnessed a glitch of noise on his way to the Temple of Kyler at the Oak Festival.

Even when my aunt screamed in her bag that day, the locals knew if she was used to it. Not knowing what to do, Cruillo held Amana's hand and looked at her father.

"Hiccup! Get him!

My aunt chases after me as she calls out.

When the killer tried to get confused by the boulevard crowd with his proud face, someone hooked his leg and fell flashy. Those who were nearby quickly surround the killer and kick him as if lots of legs cleared his daily depression.

Instead of running away, you can't even get up and just squat (groan) around your body. When my aunt chased me, I couldn't stand.

Both the person who made the killer fall and the people who joined the kick will be disbanded and part of the crowd before the aunt says thank you.

Whether it's a sight not uncommon in Kyler city, or even a wild horse gathering, my aunt went when she picked up her bag.

... the police or something... don't you have to call me?

Passengers just pass by looking at a fallen man in the middle of the road and no one gets involved. Amana looks up to her father and brother, but neither of them could move poorly.

... If you do something and they think you're one of them, you don't know what the locals will do.

I looked around, but I didn't see a pay phone.

A man came out of the store, held the leg of the hitter, and dragged him to the gap between the store and the store. A man with a deformed face has no reaction to being handled with luggage. The clerk pulled into the store looking nasty and used the phone next to the cashier.

"Looks like the guy at the store called me an officer, let's go"

When my father spoke, Amana walked away with a face like she'd woken from a bad dream.

Cruillo thought as he walked, but I don't know where to put the point in the first place and even be surprised or scared.

That there has been a hiatus.

that many people are indifferent to the case in front of them.

That there were many people who caught the killer.

That the way you catch them is rough.

That the people who joined the catch weren't looking to thank you.

That the victim is indifferent to the killer.

That passers-by are indifferent, even if there are people who have fallen in the middle of the road.

The clerk treated the person who was injured and passed out.

Something that the locals would be used to if they did.

None of this was the city of Zerneau.

In any city I passed by by the time I came to Kyler City...... this never happened, either in Nemoraris territory or Lacrimalis territory.

In the capital, Cravel, he was involved in a bomb attack, but that would be a special example.

Later Leno and Jorch convinced me to listen to Kyler City crime statistics.

... Well, I don't know if the killer's gonna bump out, but it's nice to know that there's so many people who can catch him and he didn't ask for a thank you, right?

At Jorch's discretion, this case did not air.

Another surprise was that when we moved the broadcast location to the public and private parking lot, we found out that Juvenile Soldier Morph was listening to the reports of the Cruellos.

... Is this a common practice in the Autonomous Communities?

Realizing the possibility of worse, Cruillo couldn't say anything.

"Look, the city is calm, Morph, you didn't go to the police to collect intelligence or anything, and the security poster... well, it's me... you don't have to know"

Medvege and Agoni stunned me, and Leno spoke up, trying to somehow comfort the soggy morph, but the boy soldier from the Ristover Autonomous Region remained idle.

... Shortly after we got to Kyler City, he said it looked like an autonomous community, I guess that's what he said in short.

Cruillo got sad.

Yesterday, the funeral parlor Agoni went to the kingdom of Amitostigma to pick up DJ Rafe.

Rafe is in a good mood for bringing home lots of souvenirs. Everyone was horrified at the safe appearance of Rafe.

The special show "The Promise of Flowers," which aired on AM Sheriak in the Kingdom of Lacrimaris, he says, was generally well received.

Souvenirs are preserved foods and daily necessities bought in both countries, information collected by colleagues working in other countries and printed by Farkill. There are several thick bundles of paper, and it takes quite a few days just to look through everything.

"You'll be tired of just returning, but have a broadcast meeting tomorrow"

"It's okay, Sz. I'm not that tired."

The DJ rafe responded to the announcer's jolch in light condition.

The broadcast this morning came to a successful conclusion with no disturbances of picking up places like the one I was worried about, or incidents such as pickpockets or placements.

Just because Cruillo strained his nerves, it's not a wack to prevent crime, but as soon as the broadcast was over, fatigue pushed on.

"Thanks for letting me hear the good mon for a while. I don't have much of this, but you can have it."

An elderly man, who heard from the beginning to the end in the front row, offered a liquor bottle looking illuminated. The seal is cut and the contents are about half.

Cruillo had a sales smile cramped.

"Thank you. There's no one to drink, just feel..."

"Oh, here it is, it's contented gasoline. I only bought this because I raised the price to the brink, but don't hesitate to add it to it."

I'm sure he was looking forward to it. Coming from the preparation of breakfast, he sat in an ancient magazine in front of the mobile broadcaster Praethermassa, not moving from start to finish.

The liquor bottle offered with a dazzling smile just has a nearly peeled label and not a single spell.

"Ah...... thank you. Oh, uh, are you sure?

"Fine, fine. Don't hesitate. Just take it. It's been a while since I heard a good mon. It's creepy."

The man let him squeeze a bottle of liquor containing gasoline in half and just left.

... hey... isn't this [fire resistance mark] or anything nasi, almost a flame bottle?

Cruillo sweated cold. I'm afraid to bring it into the car, but that's not why I want to have it in my hand forever.

Just in case, I gently left the truck.

fewer and fewer people from public and private parking.

"Brother, what's wrong?

"Hey, it's nothing, don't come because it's nothing!

I rush to stop Amana from noticing and trying to rush over.

Funeral home Agoni also noticed and was packed with distance shortly after stopping.

"Brother, what's up?

"That's what I got gas for thanking you for making me hear the good stuff."

"It's a flame bottle. Okay. Stay."

Agoni ran back to the truck and jumped on the carrier.

Amana looks anxiously at Cruillo and stops by her father's side.

"There you go. It's all right now."

Agoni put a spare [fire retardant] and [fire retardant] on the liquor bottle, and Cruillo was about to lose his strength from his knees.

Anyway, to thank her, Agoni laughed.

"I'm glad you bought it all with Obervox."

The city of Oberbok has regular flights to Micrantera Island in the Hubei region and there are many spellmakers.

All the seven kingdoms of Hubei adopt clandestine policies, but only the island of Micrantera, the territory of the Kingdom of Lubra, which houses the headquarters of the International Union of Wizards [Wings of Spirituality], was open.

Oberbok Harbor is busy as a gateway to the north because of the vast knowledge of magic and valuable materials available in the Hubei region.

There is price competition due to the gathering of materials and craftsmen seeking them, and Obervok also has many items at the hands of apprentice spellmasters, so the price of the spell is lower than elsewhere.

Agoni also procured many other curses such as [exorcism] [cold resistance] [heat resistance].

It's July, but the wizards don't have to worry about getting exhausted after continuing to cool down with [manicured water] like they did last year when they escaped the guerrilla stronghold on Lanterna Island.

... I was stealing a spell from a makeshift. The star sign (shibaku) really sucks.

Together with Agoni, he thinks hard with associations from the spell as he walks to the wagon of FM Cravel, and once again he gets angry.

"I don't know what a mine job is, but it's a life-threatening monster."

"Are you a mountain demon or something?

"That's right. So life tends to be cheaper, and it's a thicker, shorter, more land pattern than the guy who lives long and thin."

... So there are so many crimes and all this clutter?

Cruillo thought, but nodded not in his mouth.

The man who gave me gasoline, although cluttered, enjoyed the show of the mobile broadcaster Praethermassa and conveyed its joy and gratitude directly to me.

He would be courteous and kind.

He gave me expensive gas to plug in, thinking properly about what the mobile broadcaster needed.

... I guess people in this city are only as good as anywhere else because they have completely different values.

That's why the hitter was defeated by passers-by that day.

Finished the cleanup and followed Kyler City, who seemed to have a thick affair but couldn't say it was comfortable.