It's all one flower.

"Did you hear the radio?

"Yes, the mainland is in trouble with the evening news... you're gathering that information today, right?

When Roark asked Fiarlka, who would sit in the spellhouse counter, the skinum who brewed the tea at the edge of his sight stopped moving.

The hauliers of the people of the lake laugh bitterly with one hand flickering.

"You just heard on the radio how dangerous the mainland is, right?

"Yep. So I'm going to go check it out, including the authenticity of that information."

Skinum's crying face becomes an unspeakable stone.

The haulier's green eyes looked at the former honor student who had turned pale.

"The reconnaissance will be made by those who can defend themselves… do not cross the bridge for the time being. If it's true, you can't go back alive?

The second half came with a tough gaze at Roark.

... I can defend myself... Mr. Kraustra?

When Roark realised that he was going to be trapped in his footsteps, he reluctantly nodded, and Skinum, who had turned into a stone statue next door, moved loosely. The long overstocked tea is as dark as blood.

"Will you gather information in the newspaper and on the radio? I don't know which article has anything to do with anything, so look through all the articles, including the Exchange and Stock columns"

"Okay. What's Mr. Fiarlka gonna do?

"I'm going to go around the neighboring countries and look into the sphere of influence and stuff. I'll show my face about once every three days, so please summarize the article on the subject on paper."

Copy that.

Cruillo came in, where the haulier Fiarluca smiled satisfactorily and floated his hips.

"Ah, just in the right place. Mr. Fiarlka, I can't connect to the Internet..."

"You can't go to the mainland to collect information, either."

When the green-haired hauler sat back down, the blonde Cruillo lowered his hips next to him to take out the tablet device.

"I thought it was a malfunction and when I went to Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest, he told me that the antenna base and relay station had been blown up..."

Follow the screen to display the photo of the morning paper.

Information from last night's incident to the morning paper cut-off time is critical, and there are no photographs in any article. Under the title, there was a declining statement that the article could not be delivered due to the discomfort of the communication line and that there would also be delays in newspaper production.

"You can't go to the mainland because someone else is behind the story right now."

Fiarluca stabs the nail repeatedly on the cruello where he can use the technique of [leap]. The wizard's employees nodded with a strange face.

"Will you continue to gather information at Nemoralis? I show my face here about once every three days, so I want you to write the information down on paper and leave it here. Leave an image in your hand."

"Okay."

When Cruillo understood, the haulier grabbed the bag and left in a hurry.

Don't tell Skinum that Roark has a tablet device.

Cruillo talked to me in a strange way.

"You can't go to the mainland, Mr. Roark, are you focusing on part-time work here for the time being?

"They told me to gather information in the papers and on the radio, so I'm going to spend the day listening to the news on the radio when I plan to go that way"

"That sounds tough. Oh, yeah. Can I have it recorded on cassette tape? I'll give it to you later."

Cruillo spoke lightly that Roark had not noticed at all because he worked in an acoustic equipment factory. I can ask this back again and again. It would make it easier to create a summary, as well as improve accuracy.

"No, thank you. This is very helpful."

"Fine, fine, we're each other."

Cruillo's unyielding smile brightens the spellhouse counter.

Skinum placed the tea bowl.

"Go ahead."

"What? Are you sure? I'm not here to buy a spell today."

"I brewed it in the haulier, but I don't have the body to throw it away, so if you don't mind..."

The extraction time is too long, it seems like a sinister substitute to see. Speaking untouched, he was stunned by the nerves that made the leftovers appear dignified, and Roark hung his mouth open to say a novel.

Cruillo says with a soft smile.

"Will you get the cup out? I'm all alone. Let's split the three of us."

"Yes!

Skinum takes two tea utensils out of the shelf under the counter and places them on the work desk. Cruillo drew a little out of the water bottle with [dried water] and reheated it by joining it with too thick tea.

Diluted tea dances through the universe like a creature, tucked away in a tripod tea bowl to get hot air.

"... thank you"

Roark just has to pull in a novel and say thank you.

"We'll be back in three days, too. Can you let me hear about the customers who come here later?

"Of course (of course). Exchange of information, thank you."

"Us? Aren't you alone?

Skinum gives in and tries to get another leg out.

"Mr. Awellana is busy making medicine, so tea is fine."

As Skinum put the cup down and raised his face, Cruillo pointed the screen of the terminal at the two of them.

"The other day, when I showed everyone the pictures of the two of you, they were going to take them."

The guys I haven't seen in a long time, they're all looking good bright smiles.

Roark said, his chest clogged at a distance he would never approach again lying between them and himself, but exhaled thinly and caged his emotions.

"Guys, I'm glad you're looking good"

"I don't know if it's telling, but the epidemic on Nemoralis Island is going to work out with the PLA moving, so maybe, it's okay. They've reopened Barbatum's factory."

When I could arrange only the reassuring ingredients, I was anxious to reject them, but Roark responded with a smile.