It's all one flower.

Roark circled the underground Chernoknyjnik store with one hand a note written by manager Gentius.

A grocery store destination enters sight as it passes.

I saw the same picture as the example poster in the product stacked in the aisle. The content is a special show "The Promise of Flowers" broadcast by AM Sheriak of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Passengers take it and buy it light.

It's a recording medium that Klaustra told me the other day called a compact disc.

Much smaller than a single record, the jacket is only about the size of a widened notebook, but they have songs inside that are as good as LP records.

Klaustra and the others mass-produced this pirated CD and wholesaled it to several stores in the underground Chernochnijnik.

The CD launch information was disseminated by word of mouth not via the Internet. Roark was taught about the CD when he helped.

Klaustra and I went to a meeting place for fans of Adventurer Cactacare.

The location is the same as last time, a large commercial building in the heart of the city of Ignikerns, but we changed faces with each other's [cosmetic] necklaces and impersonated each other separately from the last time.

As soon as I get to the rendezvous place, I'll email you to let you know where I am.

She was a twin tail last time, but she came braided some of her dark hair and flushed the rest down her back, making her hair look good for the look on her face.

Roark shows scorpion (sasori) shaped bright red brooch, Klaustra shows blue rose hair decorations, reconfirms his identity and immediately acts on his pocket.

Both of these times, they looked like adult high school students.

Disputed by the crowd at the pilgrimage spot of the Holy Land, he runs an operation that rumors to the hearsay in the pretense of a couple of Cactacare fans.

"The other day, I went back to the Light Guide Church, and I went down to the underground because I had a little extra time"

"Alone? Did you hear the wizard slams?

Shaken up, Rourke rolled in a direction that was easily received by the Arthurian teenager.

"Everyone's gone, and I'm fine."

"Something interesting, was there?

Klaustra sees his voice lurking and chilling around. A few people, pretending to mess with a tablet device, obviously found themselves listening.

"Rumor has it, I was selling CDs."

"What, the instant star girl?

"Shh! My voice is loud!

"... sorry. Really?"

Klaustra nods and glances around openly again. The number of people listening increased, and I was able to confirm a number of people who deliberately missed my sight.

Confirming the effect, she speaks slowly to keep her voice down and easy to hear.

"Grocery stores in the basement, electrical shops, all kinds of shops"

"But you didn't say it was a Lacrimaris broadcast?

"That's a lie, and I really thought Artel... was broadcasting on Lanterna Island"

"Why? Well, I don't think we can go to Lacrimaris on the boulder..."

"Right? If it's Lanterna Island, it's domestic, it's just a short bus ride across the bridge, there's a wizard and there's only one church..."

The surrounding eyes are pointed at the high school-style couple.

"Uh... are you there? How do you live?

"I don't know, but if the CD sells, why don't we go in the money? Jacket clothes, they were so cute."

"You bought it?

"Naisho!"

... Even people who couldn't listen to the broadcast that day and didn't get the cassette tape dubbing, now they can listen.

Since the compact disk did not dare impose a reproduction ban process (copy guard), anyone with a computer and an empty data CD was told that if they bought one original, they could reproduce as many copies as they wanted.

Moreover, it is also possible to upload the entire audio data of the CD on the Internet, he said. If we lay down the title and scratch the surveillance of the Artel authorities via data-sharing software and video-sharing sites, we can theoretically diffuse infinitely from buyers.

Of course (of course), from the viewpoint of copyright protection, in many countries of scientific civilization, such as Artel, it is prohibited by law.

As for the special show "Flower Promise," AM Sheriak apparently promised to watch illegal uploads and leave them pretending not to see them.

Now Roark, of course (and of course), couldn't figure out how much of that show and the bouquet of flowers of peace new song, "True Teachings," spread across the Artel realm...... no, the Klaustras who set it up.

Roark realized the possibility that students from Rufus seminary would come to buy it and hung [makeup] necklaces in the shade in case.

Among those hospitalized in the chapel bombing attacks, students who were minor injuries would have already been discharged.

Fan forum information for Cactacare, so in fact, I don't know, Ursa Mayor is still in the hospital. He has no idea when he can be discharged.

Pass in front of the electrician who taught Awellana.

Every day, on a shelf facing the aisle, a store sells batteries cheaply, but today the shelves are empty.

"Excuse me, what battery?"

"I'm sorry. Earlier, there were people who bought it, and the stock was totally empty."

"Oh, really? I'm not in a hurry. I'll come back."

"Because it can arrive on Monday"

Roark smiled at the clerk's seemingly sorry face.

"Really? Thank you."

I don't plan on buying batteries, but the villagers that Awellana brought in found out they got what they needed, and the footprint was lighter.

Finish grabbing at the material store and stop by Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest through another road.

"Mr. Awellana? He rented a place at the inn today, said he was going to make medicine, but for a hurry?

When Roark removed the [makeup] necklace to make it look real, the Chloenier manager told me comfortably.

"Ordered spell, I don't have it in stock and I have one to make now, and it will be tomorrow, and I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for interrupting the work, so I apologize when you come"

"That would be nice. By the way, have you been to the mainland lately?

The manager asked, blushing his shoulders and whispering.

"I go two or three days a week to gather information, is something wrong?

Chloenier, wait a minute, pulled back in and took the newspaper back.

It was this morning's newspaper that spread it to the counter. Social aspects are heavily accounted for by articles related to the presidential primaries, but there are also articles on incidents and accidents, albeit small and proper.

What was shown was a picture of the Warcraft.

There is simply a brief explanation that security cameras captured in the capital, Rufus, and caution to refrain from going out at night, and there is no detailed information such as the type.

Illuminated by LED streetlights and clearly visible, the torso is a gray beast, the tail is a silver snake, and the head is one man and one woman at a time. Both distort into hatred and anger, and even if they were not part of the Warcraft, they look human apart.

Men don't know faces, but women looked familiar.

Check with Chloenier's sure eyes.

"You know the face, don't you?

"Yes, I've spoken in the meantime, Ziolito, I look like your sister"

"Yes. How's that co doing now?

"I haven't seen him since then, so where are you doing..."

"Weird, I hope I don't wake you up"

As a common sense response, Roark had to snort.

"According to the information I've examined, this co, he works around Rufus Light Mark Church, hanging at dawn in the evening and eating humans. He hasn't been inside yet."

"I'll be careful"

Chloenier store manager dropped his gaze including pity on the magazine.

I don't even know if Ziolito is still in the Chernochnijnik Inn.

Have you seen this newspaper?

The Warcraft in the picture is only about once bigger than a large bike.

At the time it was taken in by the Warcraft, there probably wasn't much magic left in the [sorcerer's tears] of the guerrilla. In Kirkurs, whose prey is full of powerless people, eating does not grow rapidly.

Still, no magical unusable Artel cop or general soldier can fathom you.

What would Ziolito do if he saw Porchica changing?

At least, I'm not going back to my parents' or seminary.

... but you have no brother-in-law or obligation that I can't help.

Roark re-hung the [makeup] necklace and thanked the magic tool shop Lord Guo (Cuckoo) for his nest.