It's all one flower.

When I went back to the spell shop, I had guests.

Manager Gentius, who is serving a customer, says to get back to work quickly and suddenly.

A large man turned to sip tea at the counter and wait.

"Ah..."

Guests and Roark spoke out at the same time, but were speechless.

The manager, who arranged the sales, asks as he lines up at the counter.

"Do you know him? Sir."

"Hmm? Oh, kind of.... you're safe."

Twisted himself (twisted) on the chair and smiled. With an uncontrolled smile, he responds to an unnamed guerrilla weapons maker.

"Thanks to you. How are you doing now?

"After you guys left, I left there, too. I'm in Topoli now."

Skinum gently entered the counter, and the roak continued.

"I'm letting you work here part-time. Anyone can write."

"Heh. You were surprisingly clever. Pumpkin's back around Topoli, and the restoration work's started, so I'm helping."

"So, why are you here?

"The fence is under construction, the house and the other buildings, not yet. [Suspended nest (keke)] and [Wearing woodpecker (fox)] are not at all footy either. I'm working with the Regular Army to demonize the Vigilante."

The arms maker smashed the [Flying Eagle (Taka)] school badge (today) and mixed a laugh in his troubled face.

"Anyway, my hands aren't on my feet, and I'm arresting the infrastructure, so it's hard for a powerless people to just be there. So, I came to buy it because I was going to overtake it with a spell."

Lined up on the counter were unnecessary [heat resistance marks] and [exorcisms] [soundproofs] for the powerful people, as well as [furnaces] and [lights] written by Roark.

An arms maker puts a leather bag on the counter. The shopkeeper loosened the string of bags and said.

"Warcraft extinguishing charcoal? I can add a little more, but add what?

"So there are some [simplified junctions]?

"Eleven of them. Hey."

When the manager squeaked his jaw, Skinum rushed to start looking for the shelves.

"Finally, we're gathering information. Artel, do you have any movement on the army?

"I don't know how far you know..."

Talk to the weapons maker who reunited for about a year about the state of the war as far as he knows.

"All the bases on the mainland...? I don't know what or how, but I guess it's the Regular Army."

The armorer opened the newspaper out of a large cloth bag.

"I hear Artel's about to run for office, but how about this one?

"What do you say?

"like the candidate being assassinated."

"The Nemoralis Grief Squad, not the army, has wiped out many priests and politicians in Rufus."

"Are you still connected to them?

The armorer smiles at his face. Roark shook his head sideways.

"Accidentally at the site of the priesthood raid, he was present, and the [tears] of the Grief Squad were shattered and his memory..."

For once, they believed me.

Bind the spell and punish the bag, pointing to the list of candidates.

"Mr. Store Manager, is there anyone in this room who might show his face in the peace table?

"I don't know. I don't have the right to vote for Monya on the island."

"What? Even in the Ristover Autonomous Region?

The spell shop owner makes the arms maker laugh a nigga at him.

"We, the people of the lake and the powerful people, have become the absentee to the Artel government of the Kirkulus."

"On the Nemoralis side, are you ready for peace?

When Roark heard, the arms maker shook his head small.

"But we were just suddenly at war, and we had to fight. There's some kind of UN brokerage toco. Isn't the extraordinary government on board?

"Artel left the U.N. and hasn't rejoined, has he?

When Roark heard, the two adults looked subtle.

Skinum brews tea replacement.

"Even if the country stops fighting each other, the guerrillas... there may be people who will not stop fighting when they die, right?

"I thought so too, and now I'm helping you make a place to go."

Weapon maker who quit guerrillas laughs drenchingly.

"I also know how he feels about wanting to achieve revenge."

"I don't think Artel will stop fighting unless we do something about the Devil's Asthma Cannon."

"You're not gonna give up as much as the base crumbled?

Roark nods in the frightened face of the arms maker.

"Artel is a jihadist warrior, according to the doctrine of Kirkulus, so unless you do something about the demon asthma cannon that they call" evil, "

"Jihad? Where is the holy battle to burn a defenceless citizen alive with the city?

An armorer slapped his fist at the counter.

Skinum trembles and shakes his shoulders and fades. The shopkeeper tapped that thin shoulder gently and squeezed his jaw, causing him to pull into the back work room.

"Farkill, you checked it out, and the Barbatum Federation is selling drones and other weapons to Artel for cheap, to support them. Even the base will be restored."

"Sounds like it's quicker to do something about the demon asthma cannon than just slap Artel directly"

"How do you... how do you convince Artel that if you were able to finish the demon asthma cannon? You won't trust what I said."

"Right."

The arms maker drops his shoulder, pokes his elbow at the newspaper and scratches his head. At the end of his gaze, there was a demonstration in the capital of the Artel Republic, Rufus, to speak out against the war, and a small article about the organizers' arrest in the department of the unauthorized demonstration.