It's all one flower.

A few days after that, it was extended by rainy weather and funerals, but Priest Ferretolum did not forget to visit Kublum Street.

Kufshenka gave up the persuasion of the priest, who came in light attire for hiking, rather than in the clothes of the priesthood, and set up a schedule for going to the mountains.

"I'll walk you to where the car can fit in."

"Are you sure?

Afraid of the confectionery shop owner's offer.

Work was reduced in the war, fuel and materials soared in the lake blockade, and he also lost his store in a Nemus Liberation Army raid.

"Fine. I want to help make the Autonomous Community a little better."

"What are you talking about, you! You want me to help you? We're doing it right, with our own hands!

The confectioner's wife pulls the store owner's ear and says in a golden voice. The shopkeeper scratched his head looking bad.

Kufshenka and Priest Ferretorum, employees whose shifts are off, Praesaw, were escorted by a confectioner's car to the square on the hem. Kufushenka has been visiting since the disaster support project.

"Me too, can I follow you?

"Thank you. It would be very comforting if you could join us."

When Kufshenka translated the offer into a common language, Priest Ferretorum responded with a smile and the confectioners' couple were all set to follow him to the street as well.

Eleven missing star markers have yet to be found.

Government forces searched abandoned houses in the city of Zerneau and the Zolata district, where some of the residents returned voluntarily, but failed to grasp one clue.

Not only the district chief, but also the Kufushenkas and the three priests, probably because they did not tell the security forces about the possibility that they had passed through the streets of Kublum.

The fact that the Ristover Autonomous Region made peace with General Unuk Elhaia and began exchanging information with the Nemus Liberation Army using the streets of Kublum is still unmistakable to the wake known to the Nemoralis government forces.

In addition, he began interacting with volunteers seeking peace between the haulier Fiarlka and his companions, as well as with Zolata District residents.

In the present state, it is not known what suspicions the Autonomous Communities of the Kirkurs can hang when they are known to have joined hands with their wizards.

In the worst case scenario, the Autonomous Communities may be attacked by government forces.

The loose slope of the hem walks on its own with a cane poked.

The path surrounded by trees was pleasant with blowing winds, and not so much bitter for the old body of Khushchenka.

I get to a place where I broke up with the needle Amiella and my legs get heavier remembering that day.

"Mr. Store Manager, it's time for you to get tired, isn't it? Let's do it."

"No, I asked for it, so I did"

As the employee Praesaw cared for the old woman and turned her back to mumble, Priest Ferretorum stepped forward and held Kufshenka's hand.

The candy store manager laughs bitterly.

"Mr. Store Manager, you're a hottie"

"Pfft. I'm not making fun of old people."

"Here you go, manager."

Priest Ferretorum, who knows little (or no) Hunan, does not change his expression and offers his back to Kufushenka.

I can't help but hesitate. When I honestly deposited myself, the employee Praesaw brought me a cane and luggage.

One line slows down the cobbled streets where the voice of the cicada pours down.

The scope unearthed in the support project for the victims of the disaster (Risaya) continued to be cleaned by the will of the people of the autonomous region, even though no remuneration was received, and there was not a single deciduous leaf. The broom was also made in large quantities in another victim support project.

Firewood and food seekers greet each other in amazement as they continue to overtake the line.

Regardless of the employee Praesaw and the confectioner couple, I guess I never dreamed that an old tailor's manager and an elite priest from the cathedral would climb to such a place.

Besides, the two of them are lightweight outfits for hiking that are different than usual. Some of them even turned their eyes to wonder if it was real.

He went out into a branch square with a westerly road leading towards the city of North Zakart and a southern road going to Lacrimaris territory.

Of course the four people who walked on their own (of course) sweat to the Kufushenka they have been carrying.

"Let's take a break"

A voice rises from nobody and lowers his hips to the cobblestone.

Firewood picked up in the corner is piled up, and several people are in the process of bundling in the grass.

"Hello, Mina, Otsukare sama de"

"Hello, priest"

"What are you doing here?

Priest Ferrettorum wiped his sweat and spoke in Hunan, which followed those who were working in the firewood mountains.

"When you've talked to me about this, I can't answer you properly without knowing this autonomous community very well."

Kufshenka translates the answer to the common language.

"Hi there."

"Thank you."

"This is the" shared firewood "that was on the bulletin board in the East Parish, right?

Priest Ferretorum asked rarely, and Kufshenka interpreted one by one. The men nod at the same time.

The pile of dead branches at the corner of the square was about the height of his hips.

Residents of the Eastern Diocese, who mainly use firewood, discussed it and decided that firewood picked up on and around Kublum Street and trees cut in road maintenance would be treated as shared property.

Once collected in street squares and lounges, you can take it down to one bunch per person at a time.

The covenant was affixed to the bulletin board of the Eastern Diocese.

Temporary houses and apartments have a common (kamado) for each building, and cooking together saves fuel.

Those who sweep the streets of Kublum, those who pick up firewood, those who bind and carry them, those who cook everyone's meals… At some point, a division of roles and a series of collaborative tasks was created for the co-dwellers.

There are many dissatisfactions due to the difference in the burden percentage of work, and there are many arbitrations for rubbing brought to the church, but at least I no longer have to say how much work, like before the war, keeps freshly made warm meals out of my mouth, etc.

Kufshenka and the others moved on, drinking the water from the water bottle, to labor the firewood bearers.

The southern streets descending into Lacrimaris territory also did not excavate the operatives arranged by the Nemus Liberation Army.

Even with signposts, the only way for a powerless people to walk safely is towards North Zakart.

Kufshenka gazed from the back of a young elite priest at the end of an old street penetrating the Kublum Mountains east-west.