It's all one flower.

Rarely, the table seats at the spellhouse were filled.

"Do you want one of these three?

"Five."

"I managed to get there in four sheets."

"Five."

Six men raise their foreheads and spread a handheld curse on the tabletop for an exchange.

"So he said he definitely needed a [wall of real water] or [wall] system even though he was a worker guard."

"Even so, they can't put the spell bill in the expense, can they?

"Do you have a right to do that?

Unmade sipping of the tea served by Skinum, but no one complains. Looks like they were normally brewed today.

Roark listens to the conversation behind him as he replenishes the curse with a small drawer of shelves lined up behind the counter.

"But you fight while you protect us, we're fucked, right?

"Isn't that where your arms look?

"Well. You took it. How about it?

"It's not extermination. Protect the workers until repairs are done. What about you?

"We're similar monsters."

Easily dressed in magical [armor], they are warcraft exterminators.

"My place is exclusion from the city. I'm just going to hang [Road Defender] and make it look pretty inside, but I'm having trouble getting my hands on it."

"He's always been a coward."

"First of all, I have to protect my hands."

Warcraft exterminators talk annoyingly, but when Roark finishes refilling and turns around, his face is quickly lively, and the spell of the concession goes active on the tabletop to adjust for each other's lack of fault.

"On the mainland, the fog seems to be going on all week."

"Oh, morning and evening."

"Does anybody know the school of [Flying Swallow]?

"What are you going to do?

"I was wondering if you could fly with the wind."

"Can you do that?

"I don't know what to ask."

With that said, my hands won't stop filling the order form for my license.

"Hey, brother, get ready for me."

"Yes, thank you"

Roark left the counter and received the order form. Hand over half of the six sheets to Skinum and prepare a spell by order.

Skinum was much more handy than before. This time, maybe it's because it's all the products in stock.

Calling customers from all points of view and accounting.

Place paid [magic crystals], gems, warcraft-derived materials, etc. on a top plate balance for each type, and definitely give them a change.

There was no price cut or complaint, and the customers left the store in a hurry.

It was the brunette girl who came in the wrong place.

The blue rose hair decoration shakes adorably with a knot in two pieces. Is the face that remains unusual about middle school students?

Skinum with the bag turned an indescribable eye on the girl in the wrong place.

"Hello Mr. Roark ~. Is Mr. Fiarlka here yet?

"Was it Mr. Kraustra... I think it's time"

"Yes. So instead, listen, will you give me the report?

"Of course."

Roark cleans up the tea utensil and wipes the tabletop as he takes it away.

Skinum took the exchange for the client to the back.

"Oh, so sold. Well, I'll leave it to Roark to go get it."

Manager Gentius added two or three words, and Skinum left the store early enough with a big bag and a note in his hand.

Klaustra sits in the counter waiting for the former theological student to leave sufficiently. From the zipped tote bag, a thick large envelope was released and handed to Roark.

"The lake bottom cable was deliberately disconnected by someone. We also got a map of the breaking area."

Klaustra began reporting in a low voice, either to avoid hearing in the back.

The disconnection of the lake bottom cable is at five points.

Off the capital, Rufus, off Ignikans, near the North and South Vieetfi Bridge, and near the border with the Artel on the territory of the Republic of Lanista. None of them, apart from the Artel Republic and the Conservative Company, are too annoying.

An exquisite place.

"The attack is still ongoing as of 10: 20 this morning. Confirmed bomb use."

"What? In such a dangerous place?

My hand stopped preparing tea.

Klaustra says with a slight grin on her lips.

"Are you worried about me?

Roark remembered what happened at Rufus Light Mark Church, turning red and lying down. A powerful people, with a fighting heart, she is strong enough not to fall under the feet of a powerless people's locks, etc.

... I can't believe you had a quail worrying about someone strong in your weak habits.

"Saw it in [enemy] from a safe place, so no problem"

I'm ashamed that I've done something rude, but I'm not angry with her voice.

With his face up, Klaustra continued pale.

"The fog was deep, and it was troublesome to have to look at the target perfectly."

"Fog? Is there that much Artel Mainland?

Three days ago, so was the first day of the explosion.

"It is true that this time of year, mornings and evenings, it is likely to occur around the lake shore, but the darker days are rarely as far as the tip of the stretched hand can be seen"

"Someone magically did this, too?

"Possible, but unconfirmed"

In the white darkness created by the thick fog, a working-style man who shows up on the roof of the building places a grenade at the base station. The man disappeared shortly after the pin was unplugged, and the antenna was destroyed by an explosion that occurred a few seconds later.

"That's [jumping], isn't it?

"It would be an operation to check the location of the base station at a time of good vision and multiply it by morning and evening mist for sabotage."

"Every day?

"That's right. The damage expands every day we follow, and the death toll is a snowman's ceremony. The first day of the explosion has not yet rescued anyone who has fallen under the rubble."

By now, there won't be a single "rescuer" in the belly of the Warcraft.

"You have different types of warcraft. I have a list of types."

Klaustra pounded the thick envelope with her fingers and sipped the tea.

"You're right if the wizard is serious. I thought I learned from half a century of civil strife that I couldn't win to the point where I unilaterally burned down a city in a bombing."

Leaving a thin mockery that they were stupid people, the brunette witch left the spellhouse.