It's all one flower.

Cruillo and his childhood friend Leno visited Chernochnijnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island.

"What? Mr. Rourke, are you away?

"Yes. It's your day as a haulier, and they're going back in the evening"

At the spellhouse counter, a former theological student boy leaves a message alone.

Leno put out a curse shopping note out of his pocket.

"The traffic control on the city of Miata has been lifted, and we're on the move."

"Now that I'm here, Roark, I thought I'd tell you... I'll write you a message, will you give it to me?

"Ha, yes...... ahhh!

As I nodded, a large amount of tea leaves fell into the teapot.

"Er... you don't always use a weighing spoon, do you do it directly from the bag?

Leno climbs out onto the counter, peeks into Skinum's hand and circles his eyes. The former theological student boy hardened his eyes to Leno fearing something.

"How to make tea...... someone taught you how to make tea, do you have any?

"Yes. You taught the tea shop."

When Leno heard in a gentle voice, he responded with a mosquito ringing voice.

"Is that tea shop someone who can use magic?

"Yes, sir"

"Well, that's not very helpful"

When Leno sat back down, the boy in the store was lying down with a big bag of tea.

"Is that teapot dry?

"Yes. The manager washed it."

"So, tea bags, mouth closed and cleaned up, will you prepare a small plastic bag and a teaspoon?

Move silently as Leno tells you.

"Tea in a pot, once, can you put it in a small bag?

Skinum starts to transfer Chimatima with a spoon.

Leno pulled his face apart but quickly fixed his smile.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I missed the explanation. Use the spoon later."

The boy in the store number stops moving and peeps into Leno with his crying eyes.

... Uh, Cheng Cheng. Mr. Rourke, I guess it's frustrating to say this.

Cruillo laughed bitterly remembering the giddy air he had had when he had previously visited.

"Put that bag on the pot, swing it upside down... all out? You put it in for three, too, so, uh, two and a half cups with a teaspoon. Uh, you don't have to be that kicky. It's pretty much fine. By and large... yes. That's about it. It feels good."

With Leno's gentle voice and smile, Skinum continues his work without spilling (spilling) tears, although he is likely to cry.

"The rest pull out the air so as not to be damp, twist (screw) around the mouth of the bag, fold the twisted spot in half... yes, that's fine around there. So, clip that bend."

Skinum glances at Leno every time he does one thing.

Leno gave clear instructions one after the other, without irritation.

"This time, your share is also brewed to confirm the flavor. I think it might be delicious to chill, so prepare the spell."

"Yes!

The tension does not seem to be resolved (relaxed), but without straying from the small drawer (kohisatsu) that sloppily lines behind the counter, the curses in the notes are retrieved one after the other with familiar hands.

Cruillo wrote a message saying he'd chopped a notebook.

This time all the spells were in stock and quickly aligned.

Cruillo pays for the rest of the magic medicine he keeps from the pharmacist Awellana.

One moment, please.

Apparently Skinum still can't appraise me, so I pulled him in the back with a bag of medicine.

The two left sip brightly colored tea.

The tea brewed at Leno's behest was so delicious that I didn't think it was the same as last time.

... You weren't a bad wax with tea leaves.

By the end of the drink, manager Gentius had also come out with Skinum.

"Thanks again, brothers."

"Welcome and thank you for everything"

"You said you had enough of this guy. Oh, you cleared that thing up, didn't you?

"Yes, thanks to you, the traffic ban on the city of Myata has been lifted"

The manager was happy to hear that both faces were broken.

"Are you moving right away?

"No, we can't all recover yet, so Mr. Awellana wants to wait until the rash marks disappear, just in case."

"If the pros say so, you should do the right thing."

Manager Gentius nodded deeply at Cruillo's explanation.

"How's it going over here?

"As always, the internet is not connected, and the mainland Niya Warcraft is on the loose, and the exterminators are buying spells for the system, so it's profitable to make money."

"Extermination, haven't you progressed?

When Leno asked anxiously, the manager shook his head small.

"No, knock it down more and more... In fact, the payment is for a lot of charcoal extinguishing by the Warcraft, but knock it down or knock it down, there's a rookie out there who can't keep up."

"Someone must be summoning you."

Cruillo recalled the Aquillo base raid operation.

Apparently, that little spellmaker is still in the Nemoralis Grief Squad.

"So, things are for consultation, why don't you bring this boy to the king's capital?

"What?"

Not only Cruillo and Leno, but Skinum also seemed watery in his bedear, looking up at his employer in horror. Manager Gentius takes a notepad out of his front pocket, writes it at an awesome speed and comes by.

Store name and location, abbreviated map from nearest temple.

And there are three words that Cruello sees for the first time. There are also numbers next to each word.

"Lately, a merchant from the Kingdom of Scootum stopped coming."

"The disconnection doesn't seem to matter...?

"Has it also become rumoured that the Warcraft will be on this island?

Cruello and Leno twisted their necks, but manager Gentius doesn't even know why. I lowered my thick brow and continued.

"We'll only deal with this shop later. It's made of materials. The numbers are a guide when you pay for them in the [Crystal of Magic]."

"Why don't we just take you to the King's Capital, Skinum, instead of our purchasing agent?

When Cruillo confirmed, the store manager spread a grin that he had my intentions.