It's all one flower.

The village vigilante purchased protective gear in the underground town of Chernoknyjnik.

I honestly followed the advice of Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest manager Kroenier, but this has made me too concerned, and I can't wipe out the concern that rejection will result in more injuries.

... but if you can resist at all, you want to.

Whether it be a warcraft or a plague, the destination of defeat may be death.

I felt it was less regrettable and better to do everything I could than give up and do nothing.

Those who have no power, the weak, are not wackos who can do nothing.

Today, three of the pharmacists (dull) Awellana, old fisherman Aviace and employee Cruello [jumped] to the island of Lanterna, before returning only their green-haired brothers and sisters (today).

Same blonde as Amana, Kruilo stays at Chernochnijnik and gathers information with the Roarks.

The information collected on the Artel neighborhood is compiled by Fiarlka, Razolnik, Farkil and others and delivered to the Ambassador of the Nemoralis Republic to Amitostigma via Rep. Laqueus and the leader of the Assacol party.

Amana didn't look good in her brother's absence, but she grabbed my father's clothes and wept.

Spelldoctor Septentorio is treating the wounded in the infirmary. Leno store manager and funeral parlor Agoni, DJ Rafe, are in Amitostigma and are due home the day after tomorrow.

Returning earlier, the two rubbed their shoulders as they unloaded their heavy baggage.

Jorch, a state-owned broadcast announcer, faces up from a manuscript he's about to write.

"Good luck. Sounds pretty heavy, what did you buy?

"It's a book. of the novel."

"A novel...... is it?

"Pop amongst Artel's young Co and these fans look at posters in abandoned hospitals"

"Oh, is that Adventurer Cactacare"?

He didn't have to tell everyone, but he conveyed his intentions. Jorch helped the two of us pack. Padolrik and Captain Solniak clear the middle of the carriage and vacate the place.

Even a literary book would be spectacular if it had twenty-six flashy colored covers.

"Captain, what's a showsetz?

"It's a story. It's not an inheritance or a fact that has been passed down for a long time, but mostly a story imagined and made by those who wrote it."

"It was a bit in the Mandarin textbook, too."

Medvege told me, Juvenile Soldier Morph looked at a crate full of textbooks.

"Are you making this up?

"Yes."

"Now you're practicing reading?

"Boy, you totally love studying."

Medvege laughs happily and pounds Morph's shoulder.

"What, are you evil?

"Awesome."

"The novel is a fabrication story, but Cotto says that this is popular, and that many people like to say this to Artel."

Awellana twisted her head (twisted) and assembled rhetoric that seemed understandable to the boy soldier. He looks at Captain Solgnark, glances at Pinatifida for a moment, and peeps at the captain again.

"This is popular at Artel... so why are you buying it?

He wants to say to the Nemoralists themselves, it's irrelevant.

Awellana looked at her brother Aviace with what he had said. Jorch opens his mouth first.

"It's a clue to Artel's culture."

"Bunka?"

Morph packed a lot of knowledge at once during his stay in this village, but he still can't seem to get it sorted and understood.

... When you ask me again, it's hard to explain.

Even while Awellana conceives, Giorchi answers in such a way that he gives a narrative of the news.

"It's like a general“ loose connection ”between people who live in the same neighborhood, people who share the same language and faith."

"... it's hard to understand"

He is drooling at the same time as his voice.

"Right. It's hard. It'll be easier to understand if you think specifically. For example, people in the area are dressed, shaped like houses, often cooked dishes, weddings, etc. If we go somewhere else, it's totally different... can you imagine?

Jorch looked around and listened to the girls as well as the morphs.

"Hmmm...... you say we don't wear spelly clothes or something?

"Right. Even if you live in the same area, if your faith is different, your culture will be different. That's one thing that's right."

Elantis asks Awellana.

"So the people of the lake are having dinner with green and blue?

"Well, it's the beginning of a difference in how the body works, but it's one of the food cultures, because it developed from there and made all kinds of green and blue dishes."

Dark-haired jowlch nods.

"Some cultures can be shared just by living in the same area, some are just for certain people, and even when you say culture in a bite, it's different"

"Even though race and faith are the same, some are endemic only to young cots, others only to the elderly, and layers that share culture are disturbed like (offal) fishing nets"

Old fisherman Aviace said, Morph scratched his head.

"Hmmm... it's hard after all"

"Right. Now, Morph, it's enough to know that you can't simply be one."

When Jorch gently put it, Morph took one of the manuscripts.

"So this is Artel's Bunca, too, huh? I went to the library and the bookstore, but I didn't have one of these in Nemoralis."

"Right. I've never seen a novel book with this kind of vibe before."

Jorch also takes a book nearby.

The picture on the cover is painted in bright colors throughout, mainly the characters. The figure of the person is fairly deformed, the eyes are large and the color of the hair is all that is unlikely in reality. The outfit is also a imitation of Artel's military uniform, which I have never seen in Nemoralis. The woman's breasts were emphasised without darkness, and some rolls were somehow troublesome for the place to do her eyes.

Awellana explains by laying low her sources.

"I imagine the characters and events, but they depict the place and the society, the institutions, the problems of Artel... they all say that just like the real thing"

"With that said, Roark and Farkil, your report also said that theological students were discussing this novel."

When Jorch pressed up his glasses and said, Captain Solgnac and Padolrik also nodded "I remember".

Padolrik tells his daughter to sit next to him and stare at a chunk of textbooks.

"The novel... I can't read the book without knowing its language, it's hard to convey, but the music doesn't need words, so it's easy to convey to people all over the world."

"Don't you need words? You don't know songs without lyrics, do you?

Amana, who lyricized, disputed without interrupting her hair.

"Of course (of course), the lyrics matter. But there's a lot to convey just the melodies. Fun or sad."

"Ah, ah... feelings... atmosphere?

Padolrik nodded deeply.

"That's right. Feelings… Sometimes I shake my heart directly because I can tell you what I can't say"

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana was finally convinced that the song of mobile distributor Praethermassa shook the minds of Internet users around the world, creating a flow of refugee assistance.

"Even novels and other stories do. Sometimes they are stronger than facts and work on people's minds because they are portrayed in a position one step back from reality"

"It says here that there are people going to the novel."

Pinatifida put her hand on a crate with a bunch of reports.