It's all one flower.

Moving on Klaustra's [leap] is a common office.

Three sets of desks and cabinets are located, and there is also a laptop and telephone on the desk. The office was in good shape, but there were no signs of people in the murderous landscaped room.

Blinds down and dim, but not dusty. In the dumpster placed beside the desk were paper scraps and cotton dust.

"This is an old miscellaneous building in eastern Rufus. I can't install security cameras at the entrance and exit of the building for convenience of wiring."

"Miscellaneous building... it's hard to notice the difference in the number of people in and out, isn't it?

"That's what I'm saying."

Roark was also totally used to saying things that didn't suit the appearance of a seemingly active girl.

Klaustra took the pen and sticky note from the desk drawer and wrote something down. Lovely handwriting on the outside. Undo but one piece I wrote and approach the only door.

There was also a sticky note under the door knob in different colors.

Klaustra replaced the sticky note and read out the note of the stripper in a different kind of mature tone than earlier.

"Director, we had a visitor yesterday at 10: 20."

The door opened even though I didn't touch my hand. We both head out into the hallway. The stairs are right in front of you.

In front of the other rooms there was a standing sign with the company name. I hear a leak in the voice that seems to be responding to visitors.

Klaustra closed the door and grabbed the knob, whispering powerful words. Along the way, in Hunan, "Tomorrow, at eleven o'clock, you will see the branch president," he weaves in the contents of the sticky note he has affixed.

... Oh, well. This is a [key] technique.

When I was in the ruins of the broadcaster and in the stronghold of the island of Lanterna, the Awellanas hung me on the door many times.

I guess it's a promise to set the disassociated word to "something that doesn't seem unnatural to others to ask" and stick it on the inside.

... use other comrades here as well.

How many people are there?

At least, there is no doubt that there is at least one person in Rufus, the capital of the Republic of Artel, who has signed a lease agreement for the office and can also arrange supplies.

Funds can also be raised in Kampa and elsewhere, but supporting documents such as corporate registration required for contracts would be difficult if they were not locals.

... Well, Mr. Fiarlka brought me the fake number of the truck, right away.

The neighborhood where this miscellaneous building was built had many old low-rise buildings that looked like it.

Several buildings facing the road block windows with gum tape and cardboard.

Roark took a picture of a building with a broken window at the tablet terminal. Kraustra's report crosses the brain. I thought of the blast damage and my hand with the terminal shook.

After 9: 00 a.m.

The commute time slot is over and there are few crowded streets in the office district.

The driveway, too, just runs a big truck of delivery. There were no passenger cars or taxis as far as I could see.

Every seven or eight poles is brand new. A bricklayed sidewalk, only its surroundings are filled with black asphalt.

I saw people across the street from me across the driveway.

Stop your legs and stare. I don't really see your face, but it's a memorable outfit.

"What's going on?

There's an exterminator over there.

He was a warcraft exterminator who came to buy a few spells.

Now Roark is someone else's face with a [makeup] necklace. You won't be noticed, but your palms sweat slightly.

Klaustra quickly circles his gaze and whispers in powerful words. Roark also felt a rising tension on his skin.

Walk slowly pretending nothing happened and stop at the red light.

In Roark's eyes, too, a "no traffic" standing sign was seen behind the exterminator.

The signal changes and Klaustra steps onto the crosswalk to stop the movement.

"Is something wrong?

"The road over there, it's blocked."

"Really."

They point me in the finger, and just now, they talk to each other pretending to notice.

"So we're going to make it that store today?

"Yeah!"

Klaustra nodded vigorously as Roark pointed to the end of the road along the driveway.

"Well, that's settled. Can you afford it?

"Huh? Can't it be a split?

Stop crossing the crosswalk, play a couple of high school students who are often there, and walk along the sidewalk along the driveway. I couldn't stop Klaustra, so I went down the road to fit her gait.

"Here it is!

As they say, I went into a chain store cafe.

Large stores, but sparse seats filled with guests. The two ordered substitute coffee at the self-counter, forming themselves in the counter seat at the window.

Klaustra's face is directed at a warcraft exterminator who stands across the driveway.

Roark photographed the office district over the glass. A building with broken windows covered in cardboard or blue sheets looks like it's there.

... Is the glass shop short of hands too?

I can't work because of the Warcraft, and I can't help purchasing it because of the blockade on the lake and the interruption of communication.

The reason for not proceeding with the window repair came to mind one after another, even in the amateur loch. If you're a comrade in a construction union, you might find out more.

The exterminator moved. Run across the traffic stop sign.

Klaustra's gaze doesn't move.

The vendor bent the corner and disappeared out of Roark's sight.

I had no choice but to sip substitute coffee.

At the small coffee shop earlier, I thought Klaustra made an excuse for an out of place guest, but it wasn't. That store really had the "skill to make a delicious brew with substitute coffee".

... but that store, if the war prolongs, it's gone.

How many privately owned stores, even with technology and scarce resources, will disappear from the war and how much will be lost from this?

Klaustra put out a tablet terminal and struck out the text at a speed not comparable to that of Roark.

"Exterminate the Warcraft behind the Confectionery Wholesaler's building.

It was the watchman and junctioneer who was on the road.

Warcraft is a small earthworm. individuals who ate quite a few people.

There were seventeen faces just to be confirmed.

Now recovering the part that becomes the material.

Apparently, it was [the enemy] that Klaustra chanted in the signal.

Roark looked through the window again, but was blocked by a building with a confectioner sign, and I don't know anything.

I was reminded of the reason for the low number of guests and trembled in the heated cafe.