It's all one flower.
1049. Hungry for information
The broadcast in this village began at exactly 2 p.m.
For a while now, the airing continues during the still cool hours of the morning, and Leno doesn't care if three of the star road prodigal army don't fall in the heat of a long time.
For once, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana prepared plenty of vanilla tea mixed with a little salt next to the reception confirmation radio, but it would be a relief.
The faces of the gathered villagers shone as Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, read the news in the same smooth voice as before the war.
Nearly two hundred audiences vary in age and gender, but all hair colors are the same green as the Awellanas.
The young woman wears a straw hat, but the others don't care about the sunburn, she looks fine in flames and doesn't sweat one. Because it protects against the heat of summer and the cold of winter with [heat resistant] and [cold resistant] techniques applied to clothes dyed and embroidered.
So did the living facilities in the city of Carmensik.
With or without magic, life and the creation of the city change dramatically. In a powerful people and a powerless people, a people on land and a people on a lake, what is needed and life are very different.
Leno was made to realize the difference between the Awellanas, the people of the lake, and the Kruillos of the powerful people, in a common life he had spent more than a year since the beginning of the war.
Even Cruillo, who was meant to be familiar with it, was reminded that playing with it and living with it was completely different.
... but you've been coming along a lot for over a year.
Jorch's voice, flowing from the radio in front of him, reads one after the other about the events of the past six months, including the movement of the extraordinary government that was treed in Rachka, the movement of neighboring countries around this war, the disturbances of demonic asthma cannons and bloody wind trees, the economic news in the Lake Lacus region by distributing Hunan economic newspapers, the international news distributed by the Timestream News Agency, the regional news of the cities of Kyler and Carmensik that we gathered on our own feet, and the serial spell theft of temporary homes that occurred throughout the island of Nemoralis.
The villagers did not open their mouths as one person, only difficult topics, but even the children heard as if their whole bodies had been overheard.
There's a lot of news to tell about the tough situation, and when Jorch tells him the name of the breathless song, he's out of sight and power from the villagers' shoulders.
When Leno and the others sang to the record, a clap arose and the flaming square was filled with joy and a smile.
The news begins again, and Jorch reads the manuscript, adding more commentary than elsewhere.
The villagers gave a complex expression to the latest update on the refugee camp that DJ Leif had brought home from Amitostigma.
This place is not damaged by air raids and has nothing to do with evacuation life, but I guess I feel sympathy and insanity because of the difficulties of the same Nemoralists.
Reading about the coup by the Nemus Liberation Army last fall and the subsequent attacks by the Liberation Army on the autonomous region of Listver and the decrease in terrorism caused by the star sign (servant), the upset ran to the villagers.
The three star road prostitutes drank their little ones of salted tea and wiped their sweats.
Noisy topics continue to be discussed, including the song's crossing and change of heart, the bomb attack by the Nemoralis Grief Squad in Rufus, the capital of the Atail Republic, the destruction by the Nemoralis government forces of the grief Squad stronghold in North Zakart City, and the hidden Kirkrus hunt in the capital, Cravel, which darkens the audience's face again.
Tell them that a priest has been sent from the cathedral to the Hunan region and that the star sign (servant) is heretic.
... There may be star marks (servants) elsewhere, so did some manuscripts you wrote but stopped reading?
The villagers, with a mixed face of surprise and bewilderment, listen to the information of the first Kirkulus country they have dealt with.
The audience looked a little better when I told them that several Artel military bases had been destroyed by last winter.
With a lot of information and a raw singing chorus in between, the three-hour broadcast, an hour longer than usual, was quickly over.
The [crystal of magic] held in my hand is emptied, and the sweat erupts more and more.
"Thank you very much for your time and for your time. This concludes the extraordinary broadcast by local mobile broadcaster Praethermissa."
When announcer Jorch proclaimed, the villagers applauded him with a face like they had woken from their dreams.
It was a high density of time, though I was in contact with a ton of information at a time and not sure how much I could remember and understand.
The village chief gives a tekipaki instruction and the villagers run to the joint warehouse and home.
"Thank you. Thanks to you, I now know very well what's going on and what's going on with the war."
"There wasn't much good news, but I know a lot of things that would help."
"The bureau's PR is moon-ish, the papers are thin, I don't know what's going on, I've been anxious a lot"
"Well, it's not Mon that we can do anything because we know, but it's a big difference between knowing and not knowing."
Large bags of flour, sunny raw vegetables, dried fruit, etc. are kept on the long desk more and more along with joy and words of gratitude.
"So many...... thank you"
Reno and the others thanked each other many times and shook hands as they were asked.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in spite of all the sudden visits, thank you for the pleasant reception"
"Mr. Joorci!
When the announcer who got off the carrier thanked him again, people quickly flowed over there.
"You're safe!
"Good."
"The voice of the radio, it feels strange to hear it in person"
Jorch also responds to each and every voice and shakes hands.
When such interaction lasted nearly an hour and the summer day began to tilt, people who remembered the support of dinner began to come home.
"May I park my car here until tomorrow morning?
"You can stay forever."
"Then you'll have trouble not being able to broadcast anywhere else."
There was not a single person who looked disgusted at Jorch's request, and a line of mobile broadcasters was safe to spend the night in that regard. Just in case, the watch changed as usual, but there was no such thing as a moron, and the dawn was safely celebrated.
"Nani says copper is mixed, so I'm just an alley to the people of the lake"
The farmer's old man invited me to breakfast with his sorry face.
... Copper replenishment, you need it.
Leno responded by stopping his hand in preparing breakfast.
"Thank you for inviting me. We haven't been able to do this one yet, so it's okay for all three of us to go."
"Are you sure?
An old fisherman, Aviace, told him, and he saw Leno. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana also reluctantly meets. Funeral home Agoni is in talks with DJ Rafe and doesn't seem to notice this call.
"Mr. Agoni, do you have a minute?
When Leno called, your grandmother invited him again.
"Are you sure? There is."
Agoni agreed with a full grin, and the latter two followed with reluctance to both Leno and Okami.
After breakfast, Leno and Giorchi visited the village chief's house with what they had prepared last night. There were so many thanks for the broadcast, it's not barter, it's change.
A few medicines with instructions for the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and a dry battery that doesn't fit the mobile broadcaster's radio. Batteries only give you one pack that fits the radio in this village.
"This fits our radio, are you sure?
"I can't help it if we have it, go ahead."
"From what to... thank you"
When the old village chief thanked him many times in tears, announcer Jorch said in a different personal voice than the news.
"Welcome and thank you for being so good"
The mobile broadcaster Praetelmisa was dropped off by a large number of villagers who spared the remnants and set off east.