It's all one flower.

1033. Relax rejection

... that?

As for who, the new song "Teaching True" in the bouquet of peace did not raise his hand in "Not Good," but the faces of the Nemoralis refugees cannot be dismissed.

"Well, I'm glad you raised your hand."

Farkil suppressed the confusion and called out, but he just glanced at the complexion next door and didn't raise a single hand.

"That? So, not good or bad, is Hutu a cot?

"No, I think the girls sang well. But hey."

An old man looks at his uncle next door and nods at each other with a subtle expression.

A child's voice rose from the back seat.

"That's a Kirkulus song, right?"

"I was wondering if I could flush that."

"Hey."

"I can't."

Adults' faces tend strongly to the honest voices of elementary school students.

The old woman deepened the frown wrinkles and threw up.

"I don't need the lyrics to this."

... You're more of a rejection than I thought.

Farkill looked around the assembly room.

The faces of war refugees fleeing the Republic of Nemoralis are unusual and dangerous.

In this minute, I would only have heard the recording tape of the special number "Flower Promise" until the end, the first time. No, even that one time, it's likely he was stopped along the way.

"That song, indeed, is a Kirkurist song"

"Look at that. Why did you broadcast that mon?

An old man, who was the signature of Niptra Neumae, stares at Farkill with a sharp eye like another.

"The Kirkulus scriptures are divided into general believers, clergy and special craftsmen. It's a song that the average believer doesn't know."

"What's wrong with that?

"How do you know such a trick?

"You, no way..."

The color of hatred, disgust, and fright is added to people's eyes.

Farkill took one deep breath and continued.

"It's all on the internet, even if you're not a Kirkurist... it's a state where everyone in the world can be seen. Artel and countries with censorship are the exception."

"Why did you go out of your way to see a mon like that?

The gaze that stabs Farkill is as harsh as ever.

"I was taught by a Barbatum"

"I knew it, you Kirkle"

"Please listen to me till the end. He's a Kirkur, but he's worried that he's got magic... and there's a lot of him in Barbatum."

Farkill said, turning his voice up a step.

One boy of a powerless people in front of more than sixty.

If their anger ignites, they won't be able to escape either. The help of Lacrimaris volunteers was unlikely to be expected.

Reduce the tremor in your voice, focus on your belly, and speak as slowly as possible.

"In a country that recognizes freedom of faith, the Federation of Barbatum employs large companies that expand around the world, regardless of whether they are powerful or powerless people."

"What is that?

"You want us to find a job in Barbatum?

"I'm not kidding!

"It seems a lot complicated, and some years ago, a coworker wizard dropped a talisman, and he said the guy picked it up for you. And then, well, he knew that the person had magic, and he didn't know it himself, until then."

"Hmm? Why don't you know?

Question fills the assembly center of the West Temple.

"Barbatum doesn't test for magic."

"So, what happened to that person?

"He said he talked to you. He's alive, isn't he?

"Yes. I still have money for you. Your wife murdered the kids and went missing, your parents got divorced, your mother killed herself, and the guy didn't fire the company, but every day inside your wife, she yells at you for killing people and says it's hard to be alive."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"That's..."

The refugees lose their words.

"The man told me that a biblical scripture for priests was on the Internet from people from both wheels of the country, and he read it as he looked at the commentary"

"You read it, too, didn't you?

"What did it say?

Sympathy and doubt are added, and hatred diminishes.

It's magic.

"What?"

"What?"

"Why?"

Farkill repeated to those who doubted his ears.

"There was magic on it. The scriptures for priests and special craftsmen, as found in that song, illustrated the art of [nest hanging (caques)] and [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] [dancing sparrows], and the curse song of [singing (misosazai)] was listed in the common word lyrics"

Surprise, bewilderment, confusion, confusion.

Something but hate fills people's hearts, and the place becomes quiet.

One breath down, a volunteer from the people of the lake raised the question.

"I don't think I can help singing a spell in a common language, though?

"They dance the [dancing sparrow] demon dance (like) to that song."

Several convince and whisper to the child.

"Then why did the star sign say 'magic is evil' and terrorize everywhere?

In the back seat a little, a voice of doubt leaked without asking anyone.

"Soon, it seemed that the faith of Kirkulus had been distorted, and during that time, the Cathedral of the Republic of Banksia sent Lanista and Artel, who knew there was a sign of the star, and a priest with a mission to convey the right faith to the Autonomous Region of Listver."

"Do you even know that?"

Again, suspicion was directed at Farkill, but he pointed to the tablet terminal and was answered calmly.

"I saw it on the internet news"

"Heh... you know, somehow the internet is awesome"

To my admiring aunt, and everyone around me, yeah, nodding.

One suddenly clouded his face.

"I don't suppose the priest, the star sign, will kill you, right?

"That's right."

"And what did the great priest say in the Autonomous Communities and the Artel say about the star that dived into Cravel? Nemoralis doesn't have that, uh, what, that's because I don't have that."

An old man turns a sinister face to Farkill.

"Right. Still, Lanista with the headquarters of the star sign, Artel with its branches and the right teaching in the Ristover Autonomous Region may reduce the smuggling of weapons, etc."

"Could it work like that?"

"Well, it's better than nothing"

indescribably subtle air, but the abominable sharpness of earlier vanished.

... about right?

"Thank you for your feedback. I'll be sure to tell Mr. Niptra and the others."

"Sign, I asked you -!

The old man's voice soothed the place.