It's all one flower.

On a temporary stage a short distance away, an organising civil society representative will address the meeting.

The trumpet tone sounded at the same time as the word as the model ended.

It's a high school brass band. Light songs boost free-market venues.

"I haven't heard this song in a while."

A refugee woman in an apron claps lightly with her feet.

Those who took a break and bought it scattered around the booth with replacement handicrafts.

It's a different set than the last time Leno saw it, but based on the reflection of his first participation, he seemed a little more motivated to try.

The first group atrophied for fear of failure, but this group does not have it.

Last time, the funeral parlor Agoni snuck me up to Farkill, a traveler searching for the truth.

"Why are you such an amateur?

"... it"

Farkill showed a hesitant bare gesture, but explained slightly away from the refugee's booth.

Like the Leno and Tsubakiya families, shopkeepers who have lost everything are also present in refugee camps.

You can say that the only reason you can't be on the free market is because of the number of people.

Injury or illness of the person. I can't stay away for days because my family has an infant, an elderly person who needs care, an injured or sick person, etc. Old and worried about strength. Those who have a great deal of mental impact and are unwilling to do anything, or who experience distress (distress) in withstanding changes in the environment… there are few reasons alone and a number of circumstances are intertwined.

It's a lot to say as a personal shopkeeper in a bite.

For shopkeepers in the system who provide services (services), such as restaurants, watch repair shops, tailors, and shoe polishes, merchandising is completely different. The pharmacist was busily killed making drugs to use inside the refugee camp, not quite.

"I don't know the exchange market if it's a merchandise store, a magic pot store, or a furniture store, or if the genre is completely different, and the manufacturing and sales are another person at a store that makes and sells like ours, even if the amateur asks me, I'd be upset if there was only one person to make it and I could meet it."

When Leno, the baker, was convinced, the funeral parlor Agoni also agreed.

"For once, it's the manager's end, but I'm just buying a wreath from a wholesale florist. If you ask me, I don't know how to sell sweets."

"Right"

"After all, going to the store as a customer is not the same as going to the store."

"And that's not all."

"You still got something for me?

Farkill's face to explain is dark.

"There are quite a few people out there who don't want to go because they know they can't sell it, who have a hard time seeing a peaceful city right now, or who don't want to do business outside their own store... Oh, but they also help me make sales, price tags, take care of the families of those who go, and they cooperate very much in refugee camps"

"What the hell?

Funeral home Agoni asks with a frightened face.

Leno nodded to Farkill and took the story away.

"I know exactly how they feel."

"What? Are you saying that your brother is a jerk too?

Returns a bitter grin at the seemingly unexpected agoni.

"We, we sold on the truck on the move, but the sale, it was a monster similar to here. It comes to my mind a lot more than I can sell in my own store that I don't have a lot of people to deal with or I can't get them to buy just to see the chills."

"Is that what you say, Mon?"

"Yep. Even if you can buy it, if that's sympathy, I don't know what to say...... I'm happy, but sad and miserable and I regret it...... I have a customer to thank. But I can't put it into words, but you're gonna cry."

"The magic pills were too popular, and I felt like my life was in danger, and they were all sorts of things."

Funeral home Agoni looked around the school yard, Farkill said.

"I don't know how hard it is to live in a peaceful city. Even if you want to go home, you can't go home locally. If you look at the normal routine here, when you go back to the woods, you're going to feel extra depressed."

"Things are different, and unless you raise your hand that you want to go, you can't force it."

Knowing why, Leno came to this free market to change his mind about having fun with amateurs and going home.

The shopkeepers in the shopping district, who have a strong relationship with the local area, lost not only their shops and families, but also their attentive and familiar guests. Even with the know-how of commerce, I know as well as it hurts not to be willing to do business in an exotic land far from my hometown.

... There are no regular people in the summer capital or in the city of Patens.

It is a miracle that Reno was able to reunite with regular boys' high school students in the Western Temple of the Wang capital Lacrimaris. He is also a friend of Roark's. All I can say is that Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, guides the edge of the water.

The moment I saw the faces of Scalar High School boys, the joy exploded inside Leno.

I was moved by incredibly intense thoughts myself, leaving it to the momentum and promising to rebuild the store.

I didn't expect to be so happy just to be reunited with one, a regular guest whose name I didn't know.

... so on the contrary, I think you can decide to do business in a peaceful foreign city where regular people will never come.

While searching for the face of regular visitors in the exotic group, the spiciness of selling (Hisa) Gu was stained with thin products that could be sold.

After passing through the Zakart tunnel, it has always been such a streak of days as it passes through the Lacrimaris territory in the southern part of the island of Negna.

Leno didn't put it in his mouth thinking of his sisters, but every time he moved to the next city, he continued to have a pale expectation that he would be able to reunite with someone from the locality who had fled first and that he would teach his mother whether she was safe or not.

Leno recalled the opening of the refugee store.

A young man queued up in a corner where he could drink vanilla tea on the spot and was an instructor at the construction site to organize the line. Apparently, it hit the reading.

I was enthralled by the vibrancy and the guests gathered even more.