It's all one flower.

As a representative, Leno asked the funeral home Agoni to [jump] and visit the summer capital of the kingdom of Amitostigma.

Agricultural products received from villagers for the procurement of medicines are becoming incapable of being accommodated in trucks. As a result of the consultation, it was decided to replace the medicine materials, spells, [Magic Crystal], etc.

"That's what you said, those boys are holding something today, isn't it?

"Was it a charity bazaar?

A few days ago, I think I read it in Farkill's letter and report that Agoni and the others brought home, but there was a huge amount and I couldn't remember it until the date.

Grab a large bag of wheat on one shoulder at a time, lift a bag of vegetables in the other hand, and walk the market without being able to wipe the sweat that drips.

"Yes, sir. Which one do you want today?

When Agoni entered the curse shop, the shopkeeper greeted her lovingly, apparently completely familiar with her face. Then he also smiles at Reno, who went in.

The funeral parlor showed the note and Reno handed the entire bag of vegetables to the store owner.

"Oh, watermelon. I don't like my wife. Eat it soaked to the skin."

The store owner Omaked me one [heat resistance mark].

When I had many ladders and had everything I needed, I got a little lighter.

... I knew it would be tight without [endless bags].

Two bags, no matter how hard you try, are the limit to carrying a large bag of wheat.

There's more on the carrier, compress where we are. The truck carriage has a [heat resistance mark] on it, which is cool haz. Still, it feels hot and bitter to shrink and sleep in a gap in a wheat bag piled up above the back length, and Tis wakes up from time to time.

... I don't think it's a good idea to disturb food.

Whenever I move on a carrier, I feel uncomfortable shrinking and living because of a collapsed load.

Apart from the produce, the jewels exchanged for the thousand year old mushrooms (Sennentake) came into the West Porch, but no matter how many, no matter how many, there was no stock of [endless bags].

The [lightweight bag] that only halves the weight of the contents without changing the song is also thin.

[Knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] We can't use the advanced techniques of school, and the materials that were inexpensive during normal times are not available now.

"Guys, think about it. You're with me. Out of stock everywhere."

Funeral home Agoni laughed bitterly and Leno had to laugh too.

"I thought I'd ask Mr. Kroenier, but you can't make it without ingredients."

"The yarn, the dye, it's just a bunch of guys picking from the Warcraft. Amateurs don't have to do that."

Leno wiped his sweat and nodded.

There are still battle spells purchased for scaly spiders. But a line of mobile broadcasters shook up when they heard about Cruillo and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, who watched the Scale Spider die battle with the guard Journitols.

If the ingredients are readily available, they won't be as thin as this.

"Whoa? Isn't this it?

Agoni stopped inadvertently. It's the town hall bulletin board pointing the finger. Alongside the old paper collection announcement, there is a charity bazaar announcement. It was accompanied by a simple map, which I found to be apparently near this market.

He asked the passers-by to walk and arrived at the venue's public secondary school without hesitation.

Roof-only simple tents line the school yard, surprisingly many guests. Hair color varies, but green hair is about half as good. Most people wear magic clothes on their cool faces.

... customer base. Then I guess I won't be able to sell Hutu cloth products.

Ingredients picked in the woods still seem more likely to sell.

Refugee sales booths were found immediately. You know, everyone's face is dark.

After connecting the two tents, there are more than a dozen sellers. Is this the first time the sale itself or just someone who can swim anxiously.

Unexpectedly, face to face with the funeral home Agoni.

"I'm at the corner. Show the boy your face."

"Right."

The two of us look for Farkill.

Colorful handicrafts line up nicely on a folding desk in view.

Those who took it and looked at it were still there, but quickly put it back in their sorry faces and walked away.

Every time a person leaves, the faces of the refugees increase in darkness.

"Uh, Farkill, you."

"What? Ha, ha!

... Oh, my God. Were you under the desk?

Suddenly, he appeared in front of him and ate him, but when he regained his mind, his grin spilled naturally.

"Uh, long time no see. How have you been?

"Yes. I'm glad the store manager is doing well. Everyone else..."

"I'm with Mr. Agoni today.... Everyone's fine."

It wasn't just a greeting, I noticed you were really worried after reading the example report, I added. Strength falls off the boy's shoulder and his smile adds brightness.

"Heh, no, you're selling all kinds of monsters."

As Agoni said with a grin that kept her green brow down, the gaze of the refugees gathered. All of them, people on land.

"I just sold out of tea and cookies, and that's all I have now."

As expected, Leno had a slight stomach ache, but didn't break his smile to make him happy.

"Heh, good. Tea, the guy who picked it out in the woods?

"Yes. Tea, if it's so popular, I wish you had more"

"You're selling stuff elsewhere this month, right? If this is your first time, you just have to go around, break it up, and work out a plan for what to take next time."

"That's right."

Farkill as well as the refugees will look better.

"Are you someone I know?

"I'm the manager of a funeral parlor and bakery I used to travel with."

A succinct description of Farkil gathered the gaze of the refugees.

A young man stood in front of Leno and stepped out on his desk.

"Mr. Store Manager, I'm afraid with a thick favor, tell me how to think about my next plan. I don't care if you take a few items for information..."

"Oh, no, that's fine. No... Farkill and I are buddies, just exchanging information with letters and stuff."

When Leno waved in awe, the refugee's eyes shifted to the Farkill boy.

"Mr. Store Manager, are you okay?

"'Cause it's for sale, right?

"If you're upset to be taught for free, can I have it? I thought you told Mr. Joolucci to give me some information."

"Uh-huh... I'm a bakery, I know only food-based products..."

Speaking potpout of their thoughts in advance, the refugees took notes so enthusiastically that Leno would be sorry.