It's all one flower.

Then a little while later, Mella returned with a bucket of water in both hands.

"Thank you for waiting -! Sorry I'm late! We only had one bucket left, and we went to borrow it."

"Was it? Good luck. Please put it there."

The spelldoctor Septentorio chanted [manicured water] without waiting for the girl to put the bucket down. Heat and pressure were applied and heated above the boiling point, then rapidly cooled.

Hang [soothing water] with cold water until human skin.

"Blood is blood, flesh is flesh, bones are bones. Stand back.

Lost, gentle inside and outside.

Stand back and see the waters of life as they should be on all paths. "

Remove the scratched tissue completely, one by one, and drain it from the water into the dust cage.

The bite area is slightly more than the calf of the right foot than the ankle, but due to the progression of necrosis, it ended up hanging from just below the knee near the heel (heel) and the wings taking off the meat.

We tried to regenerate the tissues that had survived, but the wound only ended up plugging (fuzzing) around the exposed bones.

... Again, the restoration of a completely corrupt missing site must be in the [winged lizard (lizard)] school.

Drain all the rot, disinfect the water and return to the barrel.

The girl's eyes went back and forth without busy (wrinkling) the barrel, her brother's right leg, and the spelldoctor's face, but her tongue just emptied and she did not speak.

"May I have the water poured outside?

"What, oh, uh, honey? Oh, enough to say, uh, ho, honey's, uh, brother?

The girl's face is drawn, her mouth distorts to a shape resembling laughter, but a large tear spills out of her green eyes.

The tibia (shin) side is fine, but the whole calf is gone.

"We removed the necrotic tissue and blocked the wound. We have stopped the progression of necrosis, so for the moment we no longer have to worry about our lives"

"But what about the curse doctor, ho, ho, ho?

Mella repeats like a saying.

The patient's eyes shifted from her sister's pain and the mother held her daughter tight.

"Thank you, doctor, for saving my son's life."

"This one, let him handle it. See you tomorrow."

The spelldoctor mixed all the contents of the crumb cage with water when he started up just one cup of water for the handkerchief in [manicured water].

Mella's eyes tie the focus.

"The curse doctor, tomorrow... tomorrow, will you heal the rest, right?

Septentorio did not respond and went outside with water mixed with rotten meat.

Ask the funeral parlor Agoni to handle it and turn to the village chief.

"He was the most seriously wounded. … why, later"

"Shh, excuse me. But as far as I know, it wasn't that bad. I didn't know this was happening."

Septentorio was slapped on the shoulder when he tried to speak to the village chief, who excused himself to the contrary.

Turning around, Agoni waves her neck sideways with her hands on her shoulder.

"Blaming the village chief isn't the mon that makes the patient better, is it?

"If I'd seen him first, I'd have had a smaller range of necrosis. Half a day... like this... ugh!

Some of the patients are wrapped in the blue-white flame of [the white butterfly that leads]. I don't know, my voice shook.

The village chief takes a step back and declares to scream halfway.

"His hospitalization expenses, I'll give them to you!

"Didn't it heal?

Eyed unexpectedly by Agoni, Septentorio spewed out his words with bitter thoughts, gazing at the rotten meat that would become ashes with the flames of [the guiding white butterfly].

"Restoration of this part is not possible with my [blue one-wing]. Unless [winged lizard (lizard)]......!

If it went on any further, I felt like it was going to be a curse. Eat up your teeth, hold your fists and press your words.

The funeral parlor Agoni said again, tapping lightly on the shoulder of the curse doctor.

"It's over, Cotto. It doesn't even start when I say it. If the patient is still alive and can be admitted to a large hospital, we can handle it, right? Isn't it superior? I can still take it back."

The spelldoctor Septentorio took the funeral parlor Agoni seriously. He kept dropping off people who couldn't take it back.

As long as I'm a funeral parlor, I'll continue to face a lot of death all the way up ahead.

While it is unclear why he chose the [White Butterfly to lead] school, Agoni's words, which continued to bury many of the dead, stained his chest deeply.

"The village chief can't really put his shoulder in one house, can he?

"Yes. Well, if there's an injustice, something will go wrong later."

He just eats up saying he was helpful and nods like a headshake doll.

"Once the mayor of the village has switched it all up, and the person is feeling better, he'll give it back to you with all his ears together. Hey, you don't even stand a corner."

For a moment, the village chief showed a reluctant sleigh, but exhaled one and gave up and agreed with his face.

As I approached the mobile broadcaster truck parked in the school yard, I got a fragrant smell of bread baking on the wind, and my shoulder strength fell off all the time.

"Good day, Doctor Spell. Dinner was just ready."

He is greeted by the unyielding smile of manager Leno, his cheeks loose.

"Thank you. Did the speaker do well?

Starting this morning, bakery manager Leno, former company employee Padorlik, acoustic equipment factory employee Cruillo and truck driver Medvege went to the only school in the village to talk about their respective professions in front of the children of the people of the lake.

"Hmmm... I just talked about Hutu's cot, and I don't know if those lake folks will help me in the future if I hear it..."

"What did you tell him?

"What a job in a bakery for Hutu... I don't think those kids will ever use a bread-roasting kiln"

"The kid is about to become a bakery in the future. It's good enough for you."

As Medvege turned a gentle smile, Juvenile Soldier Morph turned red to his ears and looked down. Captain Solgnac also lets his mouth fall apart.

"We can't leave until we get rid of a group of four-eyed wolves or get rid of them in the distance, so we're going to be speaking at school tomorrow."

DJ Rafe fingered and counted the performers, announcer Jorch said.

"Tomorrow, me, the captain and Mr. Aviace.... Can I have Mr. Agoni too?

"Oh, take it off for the kids."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana says he took a few villagers apart from the funeral parlor Agoni to buy them out, and that they did well there as well.

Her destination is Chernoknyjnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island, where she has rented a place to stay and has also made magic drugs.

"At the store, I haven't seen Mr. Roark in a long time and we could talk about a lot of things. She seemed fine. Say hi to all of you."

... Speaking of which, I haven't seen you in a long time.

The spelldoctor Septentorio saw many times the information and recent developments he sends to Amitostigma on the Internet, but he couldn't remember when he met directly.