It's all one flower.

Roark held his breath and carefully moved the medicine spoon (yakuza).

If you want to sneeze by accident, precious materials will splash.

... Oh well. I wish I had a mask.

Gentius, the curse shop owner, is probably indifferent to things around here because even spills can be scratched and separated with [manicured water].

The scaly powder of the extinguished light butterfly (all over the place) was placed safely in a wide mouthed glass bottle in the prescribed quantity and exhaled in a ho.

"Mr. Roark, it's a customer."

When Skinum put his face in the work room, manager Gentius heard without stopping his hand scratching the solution.

"Aren't you a shopper or haulier?

"Mr. Roark, I need you personally. She's a young woman from the lake people we met at the lion's shop before."

"The people of the lake? Is that Mr. Awellana?

... if someone you don't know hears about it, don't say it in a way that seems misleading.

A young woman I met at a reputable store came to work... and if the rumorer lovers only heard about it, they would make a bad (guessy) mistake and spread a completely different story to the facts all over the underground.

"Yes. That's what they named me."

"If you've been listening, say your name first."

The shopkeeper laughed bitterly, and Skinum turned small and apologized.

... I still can't believe I can't even take this easy one.

"You can go now."

Gentius, the shopkeeper, urged Roark to crouch his jaw and go out to the counter before begging for forgiveness.

"Mr. Roark, it's been a while. How have you been?

"Yeah, thanks to you. How was your day?

There were no other guests besides Awellana. Skinum seems to have been turned down again, making no tea ready, and standing next to Roark on his knees.

"Everyone in Praethermissa is fine. Right now, I'm in a small village northeast of Nemoralis Island."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana told the hauliers, Fiarluca, about the predicament of the border.

The information gathered by the Roarks, he says, was properly passed on via funeral home Agoni and piano player Snegg to Praetermissa, who became a mobile broadcaster.

The information was scrutinized by the national broadcast announcer Jorch and the DJ Rafe of FM Cravel, Captain Solgnac and Kruillo's father Padolrik, some of whom have already been broadcast.

"You don't even have a battery... If you don't care about the region, it's a cheap store, I know..."

"Can you tell me? I'll leave it up to the villagers to buy it or not."

"It's about the country of origin, Artel, Lanista, Barbatum."

When Roark described the location of the electrician, who often sells cheap, Awellana eagerly took notes.

"If a villager comes to buy a spell, don't tell him I'm a pharmacist."

"Of course."

"Why?

Skinum's doubts overlap in Roark's reply, and Awellana sees the questioner with a face-to-face.

For some reason, Roark became more embarrassed.

"You're in a hurry, aren't you? I'll explain, please go. Excuse me."

"... please. I'll come back on my way home. So, thank you. Thank you for letting me know."

Awellana leaves to go to Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest, leaving with an indescribable face. Skinum dropped him off flashly and saw Roark as he lost sight of his green hair.

"Do you know what would happen if I named myself a wizard pharmacist when I didn't have a hospital and I stopped coming to patrol practice?

"Of course (of course), the villagers are helpful and happy, aren't they?

Skinum responded instantly and tilted his neck wondering what the problem was with it.

"She's not a wacko in the service of the Church, providing medical support to an unharmed village."

"What? But the villagers are in trouble, aren't they?

Skinum never knew the world outside of seminary.

The meagre information of the outside world bordering on people visiting worship and in the news also came only through the doctrine of Kirkulus and the exemplars to be shown to the faithful as priests.

... six months or so. Is there any wackness in the filter coming off there?

Roark gave up and explained.

"She's looking for a family member who's been separated because of an air raid. In the meantime, you have to earn money for living and also for searching. The place to travel and live is the truck. The lake blockade has reduced fuel imports and raised prices significantly."

"Ah..."

"You know it can't be free or cheap, right?

Skinum snorted.

"So can you imagine if you reveal yourself as a pharmacist, being held back from going anywhere, the worst, under house arrest?

"No way, no matter how much. Such a cot..."

Skinum causes lips to cramp.

I can understand the difficulty of growing up isolated from secularism as a faith elite and switching my habit of thinking as a religious to a merchant, but if I were to cause too much trouble to the spellhouse guests and the manager of Gentius, I would have to do something about it a little more.

"In fact, in the city of Dossici in La Crimalis, we were kept in the mansion of a great man for months to make tons of magic drugs. I also helped to shred the worms and skin my hands off."

"Oh no..."

Skinum turned his eyes to Roark to see the incredible.

"The city of Dossici was full of its own herbal gardens, and if you took the ingredients to the next city, the pharmacist there could make them, and there was a hospital, but that's what happened."

"Aren't people in that city overgreedy?

"Do you think it's greed? Even though you're dying? Do you think a small village guy who has nothing and is literally in trouble“ to the point of dying "will let you go just once he's made a pill?

Skinum hardened breathlessly. Put it down for a few seconds and exhale thinly, shaking your head slightly (callously) and laying down your eyes. I had a hand holding a piece of paper at the end of my gaze.