It's all one flower.

The mobile broadcaster Praetelmisa broadcast the residential district of the lake, which accounts for the majority of the city of Carmensik, in four parts.

No particular problem every time, at best, to the extent that he was skipped wild in the funny half when he was bad at singing.

Near the fourth spot, I was able to meet the piano player Snegg.

According to my father, who went to see me earlier, he also picks up information from public stories and shopping districts in this city, beside playing live at some good cafes.

After the fourth broadcast, my father and Captain Solgnac, the funeral home Agoni, went once again to exchange information, and Snegg came to the truck of the mobile broadcaster the day after that.

"We can't talk slowly at the store."

There are a lot of stories that the locals can't hear.

Faces of mobile broadcasters scratch the information gathered in the city of Carmensik and the fishing village in front of them and give them a summary note.

"Thank you. Even this one is preparing information to fill Artel's outer moat. And then, Mr. Cruillo."

"Yes? What is it?

He was suddenly named and his voice turned upside down.

"Farkil, I heard from you that Mr. Kruillo spoke to a warcraft exterminator at Chernochnijnik. Could you tell me more?

"I was just fooled when I worked part-time at a spell store, and there was a warcraft in the refugee camp?

"That's okay. I want to know what that stupidity is about."

"Huh?"

"Why?"

Surprise and doubt are heard from the others.

The old pianist looked around at the faces of the mobile broadcaster and said in a quiet voice.

"We want to know the specific relationship between the general public from a variety of standpoints, including the relationship between the Kirkurs and the powerful people in Artel territory, what they think of each other, and their social position and neighborhood relationships."

"Oh, is that what you're saying"

When Cruillo was convinced and spoke as much as he could remember, Pinatifida also told what he heard when he helped sew in Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest.

"The curseman and the tool shop manager are long-lived races, business patterns, they seem to know each other."

"I've been down to Chernochnijnik a few times, but I don't know where the store is."

Kruillo said, Snegg lowered his brow.

"Farkill, you know that."

"He's in the middle of a separate investigation at Lacrimalis right now. Mr. Fiarlka and Mr. Razornik are busy jumping around."

"Is the Septentorio Curse Doctor... busier with treatment"

Sneigh's face lit up when Kruillo couldn't make it out with self-completion.

"Medical treatment in the camp has gone a little further with the placement of refugees' medical personnel and the development of herbal gardens. The construction of the roundwood cabin has also progressed, with more people accustomed to work and fewer injuries."

"Really?"

"Good."

I know the report I got says it, but there's a lot of it at any rate.

Except for Giorchi and Captain Solgnac, he didn't see through everything, and the part that Kruillo read a little about, he didn't have a statement about the health care system in the refugee camps.

"Thank you. I'll ask the curse doctor."

Sneg thanked him many times and left.

Earlier the next morning, mobile broadcaster Praether Missa trucks and wagon cars moved to a factory zone in northern Carmensik City.

"This is Carmensik's last broadcast location. Let's go in the mood!

Leno speaks up as manager and everyone responds with a smile.

DJ Rafe raised his hand small.

"Yesterday, I thought about it overnight, just here for another day, why don't we broadcast it?

"Why?"

Juvenile soldier Morph asks without interrupting his hair.

"This factory has the breath of a Kirkurist senator, right?

"He seemed to be sneaking up on me."

Morphs who went to the employee cafeteria nodded, and Kruillo's father and old fisherman Aviace and funeral parlor Agoni also agreed with a difficult face.

"So I want to stream the whole recording of Arr, The Promise of Flowers, which I broadcast so Artel can hear it. I'm spreading the word, maybe he's the star guy, right?

"Ah...!

Everyone looks at each other.

... Oh well. It seems like the spell thief stopped because the scriptures arranged by Senators Laqueus arrived.

If only the sacrament for priests had arrived and that was all the impact, the talk of the bouquet of peace and the new song "Teaching True (Mako)" would be a reminder to the lower constituents who seemed not to be given the opportunity to touch the sacrament or to the temporary inhabitants who were being secretly indoctrinated.

"When it came to broadcasting, you had permission from AM Sheriak, didn't you?

"Of course (of course). I had them dubbed for it."

Reef replied forcefully to Jorch's confirmation.

"There are also star signs in this city. Let's lay down the program until just before, and then broadcast it straight away."

Everyone hardens their expression on Captain Solgnac's measures.

Around here, explosive materials will be readily available.

Amana cling to my father.

"Well, when you're done for today, go back to your neighborhood and stay in that parking lot tonight. Tomorrow morning, it's up to you."

"Even if it takes extra fuel, it's better."

Medvege's light voice made the carrier a little brighter, and the old fisherman Aviace agreed with him in a howling voice.

The scheduled broadcast time was approaching and everyone rushed to get ready.

In the heat of July, the recreational grounds of the iron mill lined with temporary dwellings and the adjacent parking lots are followed by people.

Temporary evacuees, local employees on holidays and their families and other neighbors as well as residents of the South End who heard the earlier broadcast, and the people of the lake, came all the way here to listen.

An audience listening in the sun makes shadows out of straw hats and towels.

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, read the news manuscript at his usual pace, with everyone's chorus in between.

Even if you open one side of the carrier and turn it into a trunk (hiccup), and wear a cap of cranberry (Tsukusa) craftsmanship, the wind blowing from around you will give birth to heat (Ha Ra), so three of the star's Way Yoshimitsu are still sweaty.

"Tears of the Goddess" sang with a different kind of nervousness, but was never flown wild, and was quietly heard.

"Thank you. Tomorrow, at the same time in this place, we will be broadcasting a special AM Sheriak show. It will be in the form of rebroadcasting the tape of the recording as it is, but I hope you'll be able to match the frequency again tomorrow"

When Jorch told over the microphone from the attendant's room on the carrier, the people of the lake who heard the broadcast earlier leaked their dissatisfaction.

This neighborhood had a good time broadcasting.

"I just got the tape yesterday. I don't care if you bring me some radicals tomorrow and listen to me."

When the funeral parlor Agoni said softly, the fellow man heard even more.

"This way, can you flush that reruns?

"I'm sorry. There's a lot going on here, and tomorrow, when it's over, I'm not going anywhere else."

When Agoni said it without any evil fright, the people of the lake retreated slightly, if that was the case.

The Cruillos also repeat the words of Giorchi and Agoni as they distribute the lyrics.

"Thanks, I haven't had fun in a while."

"I got a special radio dot for the factory's working hours today, so I'm listening to the guys at work."

"I'll hang on to it so you can light it tomorrow"

"Thank you. It's like a half hour show."

"Hey, let's go buy some tape, tape!

Some people run away.

Sixty minutes of cassette tape can be recorded indefinitely on just one side.

"What show?

"It's a song show. Anything more, say a treat for tomorrow."

When Captain Solniak broke the description, several more ran to the store.