It's all one flower.

The shop designated by the manager of Gentius is just outside the temple where he visited during this time.

Cruillo remembered Silva's face and looked around softly. As usual, there are many people, but no old lady like that seems to be here.

... but Roark, you can change any number of faces with a magic ornament that you guys say you're using.

Give up and turn on the tablet device.

As soon as I entered the name and location of the store, the map information came out. Directions from the current location are also displayed instantly.

"That's really convenient."

Leno is impressed by the peek from the side.

"Right. The person who invented it is really amazing."

"So, no public toilets around here?

"Um, that way?

Read the symbol from the map and point in the direction. I saw signs for the pilgrimage toilet a little further down the street.

"Sorry, I'm just gonna go"

Take your time.

He calls out on Leno's back, and also on Skinum beside him.

"I'll take your stuff and you can come too."

"No, it's still okay"

"Really?... Did you bring this today?

Skinum nodded and took the tablet terminal out of his coat pocket.

"I know you have it, it's just me and Mr. Awellana, so let's exchange email addresses within the moment."

I look round my eyes and stare at Cruillo for what surprised me.

"No? Just in case you get lost, I thought I'd exchange contact information."

"Yes, no, no... thank you. Please."

Cruillo displays the email address and Skinum sends an empty email. The terminal trembled in my hand.

On the screen that looked chilly, there was a three-digit incoming call.

Skinum turns off the power and puts it in his pocket.

... why does Artel keep interrupting communications?

Leno came back wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for waiting."

"Fine, fine. Okay, let's go."

Thanks to the internet map, I found the material store I was looking for right away.

Previously, I had tea with the old ladies, Silva, next door to a shop.

"It's here."

"Is it an unnatural place?

I was questioned by myself and somehow got a grin.

"Unnatural isn't wacky, but I thought it was on the street with more specialty stores, so it's surprising."

"Really?"

"Let's have dinner after you've just used it. It's lunchtime and it'll be crowded everywhere."

Leno opened the store door.

A store with a narrow mouth is the counter as soon as you get in. Behind it is a shelf with lots of drawers and a wooden door. There is no appearance of man.

There are no chairs, just three people lined up beside each other.

It's an old store I don't know how long it's been around, but it's clean and doesn't have a spot on the lacquered wall. I felt somewhat comfortable with the calm atmosphere.

"... Mr. Skinum, send out the manager's letter and call the store people"

"Ah, yes!

As Leno whispered, Skinum turned bright red to his ears and explored the shoulder bag.

I finally pull the envelope out of the bottom by putting the replacements and dressing in person that manager Gentius made me hold out on the counter one after the other.

"Hmm? What? I thought it was a customer, a push sale?

The door opened without a sound, and a badly eyed brunette man showed his face.

Blood draws from Skinum's face and quickly turns pale.

"Ah, ahhh... Um... here, this"

Still, somehow, I give you the envelope with my trembling hands.

A man put his gaze around the three of them.

The two escorts look at the messenger silently.

... If it's a store on Lanterna Island, we can do it right. Help is good, isn't it?

"What? Is that a letter to me? From who?

The man does not touch the letter and asks Skinum.

The messenger does not move like a frog stared at by a snake.

Leno met a man in a black front and held Skinum's shoulder.

"If it's an island store, you can use it properly, right?

Skinum moved his neck vertically like a rusty door with a hinge.

A man who sensed something lowers his eyebrows. Apparently, the bad eyesight originally appeared.

"The word" foreign "is the same. I'm fine. Calm down and do as you always do."

Leno gently tapped his shoulder and let himself go, glancing at the man.

"So, who is this letter from? What are you doing here?

The voice is gentler than it was earlier, but the mouth is as bad as ever and the eyes are sharp.

The badge (today) raised from the neck is the [Flying Eagle (Taka)] school. This is a testament to a weapon maker who can fight for himself.

... not a weapons store, but a material store? Why would you do that?

Turns out he wears horrible signs because he's a "fighter," but the spellhouse has a lot of guests from Warcraft Exterminators and Magic Warriors.

... I thought you were used to being a coveted customer.

"Ahhh... this... ugh"

Skinum further raised his hand offering the envelope, but his whole arm is shaking, so he can't even brace and read the address.

A man gave up and grabbed the envelope with his face.

Do you not notice the overhanging skinum, holding the letter tight and not letting go?

"Hey, you, what are you doing here?

"Hands. Look, hands, let go"

Gently tap Skinum's arm as Leno whispers.

The messenger's tear glands, raised in his face and let go of his hand, are on the verge of destruction. I stare at men without a voice.

The material store with the weaponsmith's credentials turned the envelope over to the tear-eyed messenger, no matter what.

"What. This kid with the dragon balls? You said you made an apprentice out of this?

"No, he's a part-timer at the store."

Leno tells him to take refuge.

"So what about you guys?

"I'm going to [jump] and take you back to the curse shop."

"Oh, you're a haulier. Thank you. So, is this a consideration for the material"

Saying, he opened the cape (Kaihihi) and ran his eyes at what the curse shop manager Gentius had acknowledged (done).