It's all one flower.

Roark looked up at the image attached to the email.

I have read the "Adventurer Cactacare" series, but regret as much as I do now that I only read it from that perspective in order to follow the topic of theological students.

At Rufus Seminary, I received four and five volumes from my classmates, but due to reading them in the Internet version up to three volumes, I paid no attention to the illustrations.

That helped, but I take my hat off to the attention of Juvenile Soldier Morph and the Pinatifidas' point of view.

The e-mail from the haulier Fiarlka is an inquiry into the Bible at the Second Temple Library in Lacrimaris, the King's capital, and the possibility of accompanying Captain Solgnac in the Inn.

Reply to both.

Immediately afterwards, I received an incoming call from Klaustra.

What's Mr. Solgnac like?

Roark was lost in deciding how far to go to answer the person without permission.

Think for a while and send only the unobstructed part.

"I am a man of the land people who evacuated with me in a truck after the air raid.

Now he's part of the mobile broadcaster Praether Massa.

Thank you.

I immediately got a reply with a split emoticon, but I don't know as much as I meant it.

From Fiarlka, I didn't even know how much information had passed to her about him.

Skinum was the store number today, and Rourke was sent to Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest for delivery.

The Chloenier manager is in the same [Knitting reed cut (Yoshikiri)] school as the Gentius manager, but he is mainly a magic tool maker and is not very good at making spells.

From Roark's point of view, embroidering powerful verbal spells and intricate curses on thin ribbons would seem more difficult than ever, but for the Chloenier manager, it wasn't.

As soon as I walked down the aisle of the underground city of Chernochnijnik and was worried about turning on the terminal in my pocket, I got an incoming call from Fiarlka.

... rather than being intuitive, is it a mon like the edge of water?

You don't have to look at it now, tomorrow is the day to do Fiarlka's job, so I would have been able to reply without a problem, but I think that somehow.

The magic tool shop, Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest, did not have a guest appearance, and when he spoke over the counter, the Chloenier manager immediately came out of the work room.

"Oh, you were fast."

"Just because it was in stock"

Check the type and number of spells to be delivered and receive payment spell dyes.

I just got my receipt signed, and the Chloenier manager gave me a thick eyebrow root.

"Mr. Roark, after the church incident, um... did you meet with a Co named Ziolito?

"Huh?"

For a moment on a sudden topic, thoughts stop.

"Coincidence at the lion's house. But he's gone without ordering anything... and I don't know where or what he's doing now"

"Yes... I saw it the day there was an election on the mainland."

"Where is it?

"Underground passage. I was walking around the electronics store with my grandmother Silva, but I was in a hurry, so I couldn't tail her, so I'm not sorry."

"No, not at all..."

... I didn't know where you were going, did I, Ziolito?

If you insist, enough to call the police on the mainland of Artel to make sure he doesn't commit any more crimes, but it's not clear where he's going, neither can it.

Roark himself wanted to avoid being able to get along with Artel's police.

Even if the destination is the stronghold of the Nemoralis Grief Squad, Artel's police are held back by the boundaries of the villa and can't even discover it instead of entering.

Where the army's special forces were accompanied, I didn't think the guards Orioles had a chance to beat the magic warriors against them.

"Thank you for letting me know. But, Skinum, please don't tell me."

"Oh, why? Isn't that Co a classmate, too?

Chloenier elbows the counter and tilts his neck. The tricks and clothes are adorable, but the contents of the apron dress are old.

"That's why. It's not safe to go looking for him alone."

"So is that. Okay. I'll be careful, but don't push Mr. Roark either."

"Thank you"

Back to the spellhouse. My legs are heavy.

Of course (of course) when he stabbed the Reflexio priest in the chapel of the Lufus Light Mark Church, and then even when he went out to eat at the lion's house, Ziolito's mental state was not normal.

Skinum's defenselessness, which approached him without any warning, is worrying.

Roark drove his dark predictions about Ziolito to the corner of his head, powering off the terminal and returning to the spellhouse.

"I know Wang Du will be fine, but well this is the time. Be careful and go."

Manager Gentius was pleased to accept his absence for a few days, but Skinum did not speak a word and looked at Roark with his discarded puppy-like eyes.

The next morning, Klaustra [jumped] to Lacrimaris, the king's capital, with Roark.

I work in Artel territory, but I also find that there are land surveys in Lacrimalis territory, and I'm somewhat concerned about where I'm from.

Klaustra made his way to the canal on the shortest route crossing without hesitation from the gate of the wall, entering the grounds of the Second Temple.

People compete with the voice of cicadas.

Roark does his best just to keep up with the worship crowd.

The library's this way.

Off the road and step into the fine path that passes between the trees.

Carrier Fiarlka may have only sent a map to Klaustra.

Through the flow of people, into a limp trail, Roark exhaled in a ho.