It's all one flower.

Returning to the Mariana residence, the craftsmen of the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association went somewhere from the dining room and Farkill is working in a computer room.

Stops the hand from typing somewhat busily and smiles at the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and Padolrik.

"I'm sorry you're busy"

"As you may already know, once again at the Royal Vocational Agency, I've been hearing about support for work for refugees. This, Flyer. One for each compartment."

Padolrik smiled back and left the paper bag prepared for me by the staff of the employment agency at the empty desk.

"Thank you. The bureau of Amitostigma has more analog information than I thought, and I really should go check it out, but the volunteers also have a lot of conveniences..."

The boy's face clouds.

"No... Farkill, it's not your fault, so never mind. You're working really hard."

Awellana is still more concerned about teenage fur kills carrying in.

The cause in the first place was the war that Artel had waged on Nemoralis, because if we traced (to the point) the Great Yuan, some forces in Nemoralis studied the unauthorized and top-secret use of magical creatures' weapons to the people.

A foreigner, at the time the study began, an unborn furkill, is not something to be held accountable for.

"Good luck, that doesn't necessarily mean I'm going for the better..."

Farkill's voice is slightly darker.

"What's going on? Is something wrong?

"I hope you don't mind telling me, so why don't you tell me? Because sometimes talking organizes your mind and you see tips for solving it"

Padolrik lowers his back to the empty chair and Awellana also leans over from his seat a little further away from him and sits down.

Farkil turned to both of them physically and started talking to Pottori Pottori.

The Amitostigma Chamber of Commerce and Industry and the leading media headquartered in the country, such as the Hunan Economic Newspaper, also expressed private proprietary support for Nemoralis refugees. Besides paying in kind, such as subsistence materials, good offices for work (mediation) and dissemination of job information are also provided.

Farkil collected private employment information not via the Royal Agency for Occupations.

Recent ones were compiled and printed on paper and pasted in assembly points in each section of the refugee camp and in several places in the village of Tent.

"The shipping job that was in it... smuggled"

"Smuggling..."

"A refugee who worked for it was caught by the police of the Republic of Zigopetalum, and now a guy from the bar association in the kingdom of Amitostigma is moving me to see if I can figure it out, but I'm still not at all..."

My tearful face is distorted by pain.

"It's not your fault. If someone who works evil seriously hangs on to deception, even adults can't spot it. So it's gonna be in the paper or something."

"That's right. Farkill, you can do a lot of things we can't, but you're just a kid, so you don't have to take responsibility for adults."

"But they thought I was an adult freelance journalist online, so I believed in the truth traveler, and a bunch of people in the tent village got involved."

"How many people were hired by that haulier?

When the pharmacist (dull) Awellana misspoke a little, Farkill shoved his short-sleeved shirt shoulder into sight and vomited with remorse.

"There are other things like not paying a salary, running for your life when you're about to be made [a sorcerer's tear], or being forced to do dangerous work that requires qualification even though you're inexperienced, and if you get hurt badly, your treatment and salary will be sent back to Tent Village with a nasi...!

The two adults found no words to hang on the middle school furkill.

It reminds me of words thrown at young people in vocational agencies, which make Awellana's stomach heavier.

"Nor is it the responsibility of Farkill to put you or the original information on it. That kind of arrangement should always do the same thing to a runaway or a runaway boy."

"But because of me"

"If you insist, it's something the Amitostigma government, which was not properly controlled, should be held accountable for. Farkill, it's not because of you or the deceitful."

Padolrik strengthened his voice and slapped the boy's thin shoulder.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana shook her fist gripped on her lap.

"Even I just found out there are other people after refugees besides the Grief Squad solicitation."

"But because of me..."

"I'm just a kid, and I've never worked before, Farkill, and I can't help but think that's what I've been saying since I was at peace, and it's been a problem sometimes."

"If the hauliers hadn't cautioned, they wouldn't have known."

Farkill raised his face, wiping tears with the back of his hand and watching Padorlik. Former company employees nod vigorously and smile.

... Even in the country, I heard you're burning old people and turning them into [tears], but you're like that everywhere you go.

Awellana heard rumors last year in the Temple of Lacrimalis that "in the city of Gardenia in the northwestern part of the island of Nenia, he will kill an old man in order to make him a source of magic to maintain the fence".

What is the state of the burning of the air raid now? I have no information.

They told the referral office about the results of the survey and left the computer room.