It's all one flower.

"It's a lot weaker and slower than magic pills... but of course (of course), I won't tell you if the side effects are tight or if it's difficult to adjust the amount you use because it's dangerous"

"Well, if you write the manuscript, I'll type it in and print it"

Afraid of Farkill's offer.

"Are you sure? I'm busy getting things ready..."

"It's okay. Thanks to Tygeta, we're almost done."

... This is really tight.

"How can I make it, refugee camp or distribute it?

"Go ahead."

Hurry to eat the rest, Farkill, the three of us with the eyeglass girl called Tygeta, moved to the computer room.

Here again, my experience in the city of Dossici was helpful.

Thanks to teaching the pharmacist (dull) candidate, I don't worry about how to explain it easily, and I can quickly write the description. What took me a while was an explanation of how to identify the herb, about as much as I had painted a picture of the plant.

While the pharmacist Awellana hand-written the instructions, Farkill and Tygeta completed input work for the bazaar and charity concert.

"Thank you for waiting"

"Mr. Awellana is beautiful, isn't he?"

Furkill snubbed me and made me smell a little lighter.

"Work patterns, I really do. Doctors write medical records and prescriptions, but we pharmacists and scientists write instructions."

"It would be hard if the person who continues to work misreads it?

"Yes, because all Nemoralis paperwork is handwritten. If you're going to say this, you don't have to worry about being good at writing, but you have to check when the doctor's letter breaks down and you can't read it."

Tygeta smiled bitterly.

"You mean my letters are dirty! … it seems like there are angry people"

Awellana responded with a bitter smile and said no more.

When Farkill did something with the handwritten instructions pinched to a machine he wasn't sure about, Awellana's writing appeared exactly the same on the computer screen. He stares at the display of the screen and keys it with great speed without looking at the hand.

I turned a heartfelt, respectful eye to the junior high boy.

... If you go to this co, Nemoralis, you can hire me as a typist right now.

The same thing appeared on Tygeta's screen, and when she did something, the lines of the painting became thick and clear. When I started up another screen and did something, a small line of pictures of the herbs drifted across the screen.

"Similar, you have a lot of them. Which is this herb?

"Uh..."

When I stared at the screen and pointed a few fingers at it, the girl re-displayed the photo to a large extent.

"Oh, this, it's free material"

Tygeta shrugged and switched to another screen. I can't lose sight of the dramatically changing display.

"What's this?

"Free Materials Site...... uh, copyright, don't tell me anyway, it's a site that lets you use photos for free"

"Are you a volunteer photographer?

"It's business. Small is free, but big is pricey. Here."

I understood the meaning of the numbers lining up below the picture, and Awellana was impressed.

... There's all kinds of business.

"Oh, if you had pictures, you didn't need my bad paintings"

"I don't have that kind of cot. At this size, if I print it, the shape will crumble and I won't know. Especially the fine gizzards of leaves. The photograph is a color reference, and the painting is for how to discern shapes. I need both."

"That's what I'm saying."

It seems convenient and inconvenient.

Tygeta explains, replacing the handwritten letters that accompany the picture with the letters on the computer. When she did something and a little, the Farkill screen showed an edited painting and a picture of the herb she had been given a free split.

... I don't know how to say it, but it's not convenient.

"Well, please confirm"

Encouraged by Farkill, Awellana phonetically read the typed text. Despite typing at that speed, there were only two mistakes. Add pictures and photos and read and print again.

"This time, it's a wound medicine that can also be made for a powerless people. There is no harm in overusing it other than not being able to do it."

"You have such a thing."

"The effect is weak, at best, to the point where there are no more injuries or burn marks and the healing is faster two days a day."

"Still, it's a big difference."

Hand over one that Farkill imprinted. Again, I read it back, corrected the typing errors on the characters I put on the picture, and printed them in bulk.

"I don't know how much I need in that village over there, so I can't take fifty. Say it again if it's not enough."

When Awellana returned to the dining room thanking them many times, the funeral home Agoni was reading the contents of the envelope by herself.

... You're all busy.

"Thank you for waiting"

"Well, let's hurry."

The two shoved a large envelope into a bag of finished medicine and [jumped] into Chernochnijnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island.

... It's totally late.

I originally planned to stay, but tea time passed and the brick aisle crowded with dinner buyouts

"Hello. You got everything you asked for?

Speaking up, he opened the door with the dragon gallbladder (Lindo) sign, but the spellhouse was deserted. The counter doesn't even have the appearance of a theological student with a store number.

From the back work room, I heard people leaking.