It's all one flower.

"You can get this one so cheap"

"Well. Peaceful and difficult."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana asked the funeral parlor Agoni to take half of the medicinal material he had purchased and hurried to Mariana's mansion.

Agoni and a perfectly familiar servant lovingly put the two through.

"Well, say hello."

"Yes, it's nice to hear from you"

Awellana was quick in the room she was put through, spreading her bags and getting ready to make magic drugs.

What the villagers asked for was several kinds of poisoning and antipyretics, wound pills.

In particular, he was strongly asked to detoxify the serpentine poison and the suppuration, probably because the whole village had learned about the Korchark case. Increasingly, he stopped revealing that he was a pharmacist (dull), and Awellana and funeral home Agoni came out saying to the villagers, "I'll buy them with amitostigma".

... It's really peaceful and quiet here.

The work will progress, but the difference with the motherland will attract Ruse.

Before noon, all the materials purchased from amitostigma could be processed. Sometimes it's complicated because I compensated for my magic with [Crystal], but I think it's because of my experience in the city of Dossici that I got the work going so efficiently.

Thank you for your location and daily care, and keep some of the medicine with the butler.

"Are you sure? Though the Lord is always grateful for the information you gather, which is very helpful."

"But there's so much more you can do to help us get in trouble,"

"Are you to the left? We think it's each other, but if you say so much, we'll keep this one."

Exchange information with fellow players working in amitostigma as you treat your lunch.

While we hadn't seen each other for a while, Farkill and needle Amiella had grown up in expressions and were also completely unraveling with the singer girls displaced from Artel.

They printed information that seemed to be available for mobile broadcaster news and gave it to me in a thick envelope, telling me what to plan for a bazaar or charity concert.

"Right. Protecting the lake is like protecting our lives. If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to tell me."

"Thank you. But isn't it tougher that way?

Furkill, who replied to Awellana's offer, was a solid boy for junior high, but I feel more and more thoughtful before.

"Really? Please don't push me too hard."

"Excuse me. I have left a message for you from Lord Mariana to the pharmacist Awellana."

Nodding, the butler gently offered Awelana a tablet device.

Words of gratitude and plans to distribute the medicines deposited to the clinics in the refugee camps line up.

"Thank you for coming up to lunch after all the sudden interruptions. Can you tell him it was a treat?

"I'm scared."

The older butler put on a tablet terminal on behalf of Awellana, who did not know how to use it, and put the text together quickly. When Awellana nodded and thanked him, he immediately sent it to Mariana at headquarters.

... the internet is really convenient.

"Hey, Septentorio, how can you hide a pharmacist when he's showing his medal today?

A brunette girl stops eating a salad and asks.

He answered with uncomfortable thoughts, his eyes pointing at the strong light and the distrust of whether it was also something to feel guilty about.

"The curse doctor is [Blue One-Winged]... a surgical system that heals injuries, so if the pain gets better now, you'll be satisfied with it and let it go. But I... I can save the pills. Now, people who are not injured or ill don't have more sparkle to prepare for earlier anxieties."

"Oh, they're gonna think the pharmaceutical factory's walking in clothes."

Not only the brunette girl, but also the other singers Co's and Amiela's juniors nod small with a convincing face to continue their meals.

I'm glad you figured it out, but Awellana was mucked.

... I've always wondered from the powerless people that that's what they think, but it's something that pisses me off when they say it clarity to my face.

Organize your feelings while chewing green and blue bread.

"I'm stuffed, it's a portable bakery. Wherever you go, just go away. I can't see you."

Funeral home Agoni laughs uncontrollably and cheeks a roasted fish hung with green and blue sauce.

Awellana looked at the smile displayed by the elderly nearly ten times more with dazzling thoughts.

"So, me too... when I can embroider magic, will they see me like that?

Furkill said in a bright voice as the needle Amiella pounded.

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Because embroidery of [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] can be sewn by powerless people, right?

"That's what I heard from the craftsmen, but casting spells of finishing and enchanting magic cages requires a proper operator..."

Amiella's voice is dark, but Farkill keeps it bright.

"Wouldn't people who can just do some of the work be too unscrupulous or terrible to say?

"What? What makes you think that?

Now the needle junior ate unexpectedly.

"'Cause I know how hard it is, and I don't like it when I'm told... well, a lot of people say it, but they don't"

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana felt the light shining in her sight.

"... ok! All you have to do is spread the knowledge of medicines that you can make without using the technique of [Thinking Owl]."

"Is there such a thing?

A straw-haired girl circled her eyes behind her glasses.