It's all one flower.

"I'm sorry. Because of my lack of confirmation, like this..."

The girl's voice trembles.

"No, no. It's not Mr. Kraustra's fault. I had no idea there were so many [demonic stone boards] in the chapel of Kirkulus."

"They cured me in the safe house, but I'm not a professional, so I can only stop the bleeding."

... Huh? Mr. Roark's hurt?

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana met funeral home Agoni face-to-face. Neither of us can move through the door with our big baggage in our arms.

"So, the magic medicine I got from the exchange, I want you to let me use it a little bit. You can work for free for a while."

"Don't be silly!

The spellmaker's fury shook the store, and I heard someone breathing in the back as far as the door.

"The cost of the medicine will be plenty from the guy in Fiarluca who made you imitate it, don't be a pain in the ass and spend it!

"Oh, uh, Mr. Rourke? Are you all right, sir?

Awellana stepped out of her trembling feet and spoke from the counter to the back. The shopkeeper pops up and makes his face shine and scream.

"Sister, just in the right place! Hey, check him out! It's a curse."

He pulled his hand and went into the work room, and Awellana, for a moment, was stuck breathing.

Roark, sitting in a working chair, curls (meshes) the hem of his T-shirt, and beside him stands a girl with a hard expression and a former theological student, Skinum, who shakes with tears.

There was a huge scratch on Roark's chest that was determined by something. There is no bleeding but dozens of stitches would have to be sewn for the treatment of science.

The curse shop owner gently takes the large package of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and asks.

"Soon, you think you can fix it?

"This... what is it?

The area around the wound is inflamed and swollen, and the complexion is not good.

"I was attacked by a warcraft yesterday and managed to escape."

"What? Where is it?

When I asked the girl about it, she unexpectedly answered me well.

"It's Rufus. A new priest's sermon, when I went to see for sure what it was like, a warcraft came into the church..."

... Sure, unless you're Mr. Roark, a former Kirkulus, you don't know, is Artel even in the capital like that?

I'm stunned by the city's lack of magic protection and I can't even speak out.

"We tried to escape with a [leap], but the floor was full of [demon stone boards]..."

"Anyway, I'm glad we both made it back alive"

"Come on, brother, don't push yourself around and work this way."

"Mr. Agoni......"

Roark wept and shook his voice.

The curse shop owner saw his badge (today) and smiled at his face.

"If this happens, it will heal tomorrow, so you'll be fine."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana made a smile to reassure the patient, as she always did at Agate Hospital, and removed the plastic medicine bottle from the bag she had for the funeral home Agoni.

"Excuse me, Cop, can I borrow it?

"Skinum"

The curse shop owner squeaked his jaw and the former theological student boy went out to the counter crying.

Awellana received a teacup and poured a two-pronged dose of medicine.

"This is an antipyretic poisoning. Oh, what kind of warcraft is out there?

"A double-headed wolf."

Awellana's blood caught on to the brunette girl's answer. Take a slow, deep breath to consciously quell the upset.

"Bitten by a tail snake or hooked with fangs..."

"That's okay. Wounds, that's all."

"Yes... good"

Now he smiles really relieved and gives the patient the cup.

"Drink it all first"

Ask the spell store owner to return the package and release the plastic container of the wound medicine.

"I'll borrow your water."

"Whoa, use as much as you can."

Raise the water from the water bottle in the corner with [dried water] to wash the scratches and peel off the scabs. Agoni also chanted [manicured water] to receive dirty water and let the contents drain to the floor.

"If there's another monkey with blood on it, we'll cook it together."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

The store owner points to the trash can.

Agoni commanded the water to put out the contents and lay them on the scabs.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana applies a wound medicine to the affected area and says [medication immediate (yakuza)].

"The sky at the time of the stars

Earlier in the day, when the wind stood on the wingspan of Sho without sound

"The power of medicine makes the disease pronounced"

The wound was huge, but shallow. The green ointment stains quickly.

"If this were the case, I'd be blocking it pretty tonight."

"Thank you"

Roark and the girl, the shopkeeper, aligned their voices, and the former theological student boy went into the floor.

A funeral parlor throws ashes burned with blood contaminated objects in a trash can and speaks up.

"Boy, are you okay?

"Oh, you're hurt, you're hurt, you're hurt."

As the shopkeeper slapped the shoulder of the store number, the boy wiped his tears with the back of his hand and fluttered up.

... Well, normal people would never see such a huge injury, either.

"If you have greasy magic, I'd like to borrow it..."

"Wait a minute."

The owner fishes the cupboard.

Awellana had a black pen and had one flying mark on the scale engraved in the medicine container.

"I have three days' worth of this in one bottle at the mark. Every day from now on, even before you go to bed one after the meal, take it four times a day in total, don't stop if the swelling pulls off, all of it."

The store owner takes notes and asks.

"If I forget to drink, what am I supposed to do?

"You decide to call it a break, don't drink it twice the next time, and drink it only once the next time"

"That's right. Roark, don't forget."

"Yes, thank you"

Roark, who thanked me, felt better.

"Do you have a clean gauze and bandage?

"I just bought it"

The owner took the paper bag from the work desk and gave it to the pharmacist (dull).

I finished protecting my wounds and Awellana was finally relieved. Confirm the spell you ordered and pay with medicine.

"What? Are you sure you want some of this?

"It's the cost of treatment. Roark, that's enough for today, sleep in the inn."

Only Skinum, a former theological student, remained in the store number, and the four headed to the inn.