It's all one flower.

Cruillo came to Chernochnijnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island, with the pharmacist (dull) Awellana.

On a live public broadcast, he conveyed information about measles near the city of Myata, but so far, no major disruption has been seen by villagers west of the city.

Just rest before the epidemic reaches the village. I calmed down by letting them know what to do in case they arrived and the presence of the medicine.

The two take a single room adjacent to each other at their usual lodging and hang on to each task.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana makes medicines for the symptomatic treatment of measles, and Cruello collects information on the Internet on a tablet device he gets from a transporter.

"That?

My voice leaks unexpectedly.

When I tried to open the portal, I received the same error message as when I tried to access it from Nemoralis Island.

I've tried all the other sites I bookmarked, but they don't lead anywhere and return the same error.

Good morning, Mr. Farkill.

Right now, I'm Chernoknyjnik, and I can't see the site anywhere.

Is that a terminal malfunction?

I sent an email with a screenshot of the error screen.

Longer "Sending" display than usual. I was getting more and more anxious, and this one also showed an error that could not be sent.

... What's going on?

I don't know what it is, but there's nothing more Cruillo can do.

I put my tablet terminal in my jacket pocket and spoke to my neighbor.

"I'm going to Lord Guo's nest for a moment."

"Take care"

Until we could all help out, I brought it with a mobile broadcaster Praethermassa truck.

The precision manipulation of the highly specialized [Thinking Owl] school technique is too difficult to help with.

... study magic, you should have done better.

I left Affordable Accommodation with regrets that I don't know how many times it will be anymore and my apologies for placing the burden on one Awellana. Walk in the undercrowded underground aisles.

... you can't gather information on your device, you don't know what you're doing here.

I lost a job other than luggage, and I ran out of time.

Peek into the shops along the aisle as you head to the magic tool shop, Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) Nest. The milkman and newspaper store has an empty metal shelf where newspapers are set up and arranged.

"Was it closed today?

"Then hang a bill on the shelf. It's sold out."

The store owner turns an indescribable face over the counter.

"What? Is it all?

"As you can see. You didn't listen to the radio?

"Uh, uh... what happened?

The manager shuts up.

Cruillo gave up and hurried ahead.

"Oh, there you are. Are you alone today?

When I entered the nest of Lord Guo (Cuckoo) because of a mistake with the other guests, the manager of Kroenier greeted me with a loving smile.

"Mr. Awellana is working at the Inn. I'll pay for it. Can you show me the newspaper this morning?"

"Hmm? Oh, about the Internet disconnect, huh?

The manager flipped the apron dress and pulled it into the back.

... Wasn't the terminal malfunctioning?

I guess the paper newspaper sold out because the whole island of Lanterna can't connect.

The successful arm of the Chloenier manager placed the morning paper on the counter. There are no pictures, only the letters surprise me to fill the paper.

Terror or explosion at a satellite antenna base.

Cruillo stuffs his breath and runs his eyes to the top article on one side.

Yesterday evening, one telecommunications satellite antenna base inside the Republic of Artel, a total of thirty-eight relay and exchange stations, was continuously blown up by someone.

After the explosion, neither the scene nor its surroundings were marked by the appearance of a warcraft, and neither rescue teams nor recovery workers were close. The number of deaths caught in explosions or attacked by warcraft rose to more than a hundred at twenty last night and is expected to increase in the future.

The Artel army allegedly deployed a special task force against the Warcraft and began an extermination operation.

The article was closed with an apology for the delay in issuing the newspaper after taking the time to gather information and a call to the general public to refrain from unnecessary and unnecessary outings because the Internet was not connected to the telephone.

"Um... this..."

"The island is just disconnected from the internet, and the rest is as usual. Anyone who has a job on the mainland went to work on a bus."

"Is it the Nemoralis Grief Squad terrorism?

The Chloenier manager dropped his gaze on the paper.

"You still can't say anything. It could be an attack by the Nemoralis."

"Uh... So the Warcraft came out with the bodies of those caught in the explosion as their doors?

"I don't think so."

"What?"

Affirmed, Cruillo lifted his eyes off the paper.

"Whoever originally hated or resented something so intensely, if he died instantly, he wouldn't call the demons so soon."

"So, eat the body?

"If you eat a powerless people, you won't be able to receive meat right away."

"Oh, well. Because it's not rotten...... [Summons] with a spell or a spell?

"I guess. I don't know who did it, but did you do it in large numbers, [jump] ahead of time to remember the place and work hard with a few elite"

Cruillo nodded and rolled the page.

Inside, there will be a map with the location and time of the explosion, the markings of the Warcraft sighting point and the number of dead written on it. Nearly forty explosions are scattered throughout each city on the mainland of the Republic of Artel, but according to the table the first and last time difference is only more than an hour.

The cause of the explosion is being investigated for magic or explosives.

There was an announcement that a countermeasures headquarters would be set up in the Presidency to gather information and eradicate warcraft and devote all efforts to rescuing the wounded.

The next page leaps the big headline "A thick fog occurs a few years along the lake shore". Words describing the misfortunes caused by the high number of traffic accidents are lined up because they coincide with the evening time of return.

A full bus crashes into a truck at the intersection and flips. Numerous casualties have emerged, but it is extremely difficult to rescue them due to explosions and the emergence of warcraft and heavy fog. Other similar accidents are likely to have occurred, but I can't grasp the full story until the phone gets out one after the other and the fog clears up at night.

Talks surround police and fire chiefs asking citizens to understand.

Cruillo took a paper shot instead of a camera of a tablet device that was not connected to the Internet.

"So far, there's no Hanashi saying there's been an explosion on the island. Newspapers are just late for connecting to the Internet."

"Does the phone connect?

"Only on the island. Because the line is independent."

"Thank you. Information fee, [crystal] okay?

"Not this time. Next time you're coming, why don't you bring me a cage of cranberries? That's pretty popular."

"Okay. Mr. Medvege, please."

Cruillo hastened to the curse store by taking note of the grab in the text editor on the tablet terminal.