It's all one flower.

Cruello helps the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and pulls him to the inn.

The two missed his back off the spellhouse counter feeling like they were left behind.

Roark sipped the tea placed in front of him.

It's a substitute for Skinum extracting too long. Cruello diluted it with [manicured water] and divided it into three equal parts, but the intensity of the tannins made my face look (only).

Cruillo went for a cup of warm tea. I didn't change my expression in the store, but I would have wanted something sweet to re-mouth.

"Isn't it delicious?

"Yourself, why don't you try it?

Skinum dropped his shoulder, carrying the dreaded tea vessel into his mouth.

"It's not enough that I can't drink it like before, I drink it because I don't have it, but there are many tea leaves for Mr. Fiarlka who was originally alone, and the extraction time is too long, so be careful"

"Yes..."

Skinum moistened his pale colored eyes and drank his share.

In the meantime, I was praised by the haulier Fiarlka for just thinking about something else (roughly) and this is it.

Roark relieved Cruillo of the frustration and, holding his breath and drinking it out, transferred the tea bowl for the three to the wash bucket. That's all we can do for the two of us who can't use magic. I can't even wash dishes. My body itches.

Roark put his face in the back work room.

Just when one is ready, manager Gentius's thick fingers place a complex cursed parchment on the dry shelf.

"I can't go to the mainland today, but they asked me to collect information on the radio, so can I go back to the inn?

"Oh, it's my day to help the haulier. You're not going to the mainland."

"Copy that. Excuse me first."

Left Skinum, who specializes in store numbers, at the counter and left the spellhouse alone.

I've been going around the underground Chernoknyjnik, but the stores and newspapers are all sold out. Looking at it as sold out, storekeepers from different industries who sell what was delivered to their homes for a high price also showed up, but no one likes things that pay triple to ten times as much for what would become an ancient newspaper if it were tomorrow.

... you'll get the newspaper later, and it's radio after all.

Buy a hundred and twenty minutes of tape at the electrician, ten roll packs and batteries, and a report paper and pen at the stationery store and go back to your stable.

When I locked it up and was alone, for some reason, I lost my shoulder strength.

Turn the radio's selection dial to find the frequency of the news show. They seem to be news specials everywhere. After a little thought, I dialed Artel State Broadcasting and started recording.

I put the tablet terminal out of the bottom of the bag I always carry and turned it on, but I still don't stand a single radio icon. Give up and put it back, pen and report form in your hand to the writing desk.

Artel State Broadcasting's female announcer tells the situation in a pressing voice.

"... I just got an update from the Press Officer at Artel Army Staff Headquarters. As of 10: 25 a.m., a special ops group against Warcraft is engaged with a group of warcraft at Sioux Communications Satellite Antenna Base."

I just repeat the same explanation as last night's news, and there is nothing new about the warcraft type or anything new, as far as war conditions and damage are concerned.

This satellite antenna base is located in the Straja region, far southwest of the capital, Rufus, near the border with the Kingdom of Scootum. Because this is the most suitable coordinates for receiving radio waves from geostationary satellites, but it is a land far from urban areas and home to more wildlife and demons than humans originally do.

It is sent and received from the Sioux Communications Satellite Antenna Base via exchange stations and relay stations to all parts of the Artel.

Now that we've been destroyed here, satellite lines are no longer available except for models that can communicate directly with artificial satellites.

The main exchange and relay stations were also blown up, so the lines connected from the bottom of the lake cables were also dimensioned on the ground, causing communication problems throughout the Artel.

It is unclear how many satellite phones are operating in the territory of the Republic of Artel, but from what I heard from Fiarlka earlier, they do not like the slow speed of communications and the number of contracts is small.

... Nemoralis Panic Squad and Nemus Liberation Army, Government Army... Where did it go?

It blew up nearly forty facilities in less than an hour. At least, there must be an explosives expert, but if you think about it, all three organizations will have one or two of those people.

The same goes for control and good hands.

Even if there was no land survey, we had to rely on maps to carefully examine them locally.

How do scientific civilisations supporting the Artel Republic, such as the Federation of Barbatum, move if they notice a communication disruption? Will you bother to come and check with the local area?

...... hmm? No, you're not. Go back.

Plans for industrial parking are underway in Artel's capital, Rufus and elsewhere.

Dozens of Barbatum companies under consideration for entry into the Hunan region launched the Lacus Regional Corporate Estate Joint Committee, which has already moved to acquire land within Artel.

If I can't communicate, I won't get a job.

If, in common sense, you are no longer able to communicate with your home country, return home by air to report it. They might have requested a dispatch of engineers.

... but what about the group of warcraft?

I don't think I would bother to use a valuable technician as bait for a warcraft.

"... the breakage of the lake bottom cable has been confirmed. A telecommunications operator's maintenance vessel has left ports such as the Kingdom of Galeandra, but there are multiple cut-off sites, which are expected to take several months to fully recover."

Roark doubted his ears at the announcer's voice.