It's all one flower.

"What I heard was a story about a rooftop that trapped a warcraft."

"You heard the details?

Materialist Putnik sets aside his keys and stares at Leno, who sits across the street.

"He just checked that there were more than eighty places, and someone who wanted to interrupt the restoration of the communications facility said he had summoned them to secure them."

Leno says as he stirs the soup. Mushrooms and horn-chopped carrots twirled dancing in a deep dish of wood.

The other day, on a mobile broadcaster truck, I just read the report with the Jorches.

Cruillo downloads and brings home the latest version on his tablet device whenever he goes to a place where he can connect to the Internet. The adults surround the screen and work on putting together the main points on paper for broadcasting.

"Restoration work on the roof? Didn't you just cut the lake bottom cable?

Materialist Putnik ate it.

"There was an explosion all over the mainland of Artel, and the pole broke and the blackout was hard..."

"The rooftop one is bracketed by surgery, and it's safe to even get close, so I heard the trick of not daring to go around the city first."

"Something about a base on the roof, don't you have to fix it?

Following Leno, Cruillo said, the ingredient store Putnik put warm vegetables in his mouth as he leaned his neck.

Skinum just took the fork and doesn't get his hands on the dish.

Cruillo answers on behalf of Leno sipping the soup.

"If you repair it there, it won't lead to the restoration of the original lake bottom cable and the communications satellite antenna base."

"Brother, how do you even know such a thing?

"I just saw the announcement of the official website of the telecom operator."

When Cruillo laughed bitterly, Materialist Putnik nodded with a strange face and removed himself from the grilled fish with a fork.

"Maybe it's time for me, too, to have that... Kid, eat up. It's gonna get cold."

"Ha, yes!

Skinum finally looked up and put warm vegetables in his mouth.

Cruillo also thinks as he continues to eat the recommended meal of the day.

... this guy has a license to exterminate the Warcraft?

No, it's not even clear if there's a licensing system for his land in the first place.

Only special units of the army and exterminators of the island of Lanterna can fight warcraft within the Republic of Artel. The military won't need it. Islanders are treated as those without them.

If Putnik is a long-lived race, he may go during the Old Kingdom or the Old Lacus Lacrimalis Republic and have a land survey, but if things change dramatically in the city, it's the same elsewhere.

From what I've heard from the spelldoctor Septentorio and the haulier Fiarluca, they can't [jump] to a completely unusual place.

I didn't feel I could jump, either to Cruillo himself, to the Star Road Prostitute's terrorism or to his home, which would have been burned down in an air raid by the Artel Lanista coalition.

"Brother the haulier, can you jump to the mainland of Artel?

"I can't. I only know the city of Lanterna Island."

"From the city of Kardavstovaux to the city of Ignikans, there is a route bus service via the South Vieetfi Bridge"

"Kid! You did it! I'll buy you anything you like later."

Putnik, with his tough face broken, treats Skinum like a child.

Today, praised for the first time, he slightly raised his mouth angle by dyeing his cheeks slightly.

"No...... no. We all know it."

"Information, I know people who know it, but people who don't get a chance to know it, I have no idea. Differences in opportunities and how important they are to those who want them can be worth the information."

When Cruillo explained in a quiet voice, Skinum stopped the fork and bowed.

"The haulier's brother is right. Enjoy your sweets here."

"Um... with such a simple story really...?

"Oh, it's valuable information that you and I from over there have the means to cross from island to mainland on our own, even if it's common sense."

"Are you sure... you want to have it?

"It's a reward, you get it when you get it, and if you're reluctant, you're gonna get sun-dried."

Does the kind call for friends?

Curse shop manager Gentius and material store Putnik found something in common, and Cruillo had a warm light dotted on his chest.

"Oh, here I come in reply"

By the time the plate was emptied, the tablet device I put out on the tabletop shook.

It's from Farkill.

Good luck.

Mr. Razornik told me to send him a summary of only the location and the pictures.

They say you can give the attachment to that person.

Where the internet is connected, it's just an unpleasant e-mail for a little while.

Reply thanks and open the PDF file to show Putnik.

Mr. Farkill, you're fast at work.

Read the gaze of the material store and send the page.

Four photographs are arranged on one page, accompanied by the coordinates of the location and information on the date and time of the shooting, the type of thing, and whether or not the technique is bound.

Putnik took a notebook out of his jacket pocket and made an enthusiastic note.

... that? Is this to give to Artel... no, the exterminator's obstruction of business?

Cruillo has drawn his blood, but he has no wax to stop now, giving up and showing all the summary reports with twenty-two pages.

By the time I finished reading it, the customer was completely replaced.

Putnik apologized for his long stay at the cashier and paid four servings in [magic crystal].

Enter the confectionery shop across the diagonal.

Putnik bought a box of baked confectionery fillings for a gift and dropped by Kruillo without question.

"Is that okay? He's such a superior."

"I told you earlier. Don't hesitate. Kid, I don't care if I can do it. Pick what you like."

There is a fragrant smell of candy baking from the back kitchen, filling the store. A young brother of a tourist-like family cheeked a baked treat in front of the cashier and turned a full grin on his parents.

"Oh, you know, I just had lunch, so the..."

A former theological student boy diverts attention from the front of the register.

"Well, sunshine guy, take it home. How about this?

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

Skinum nodded without even looking.

Putnik pointed to a big can of cookies. Watch Cruillo and Leno with a troubled face. They both looked the same as the material store, and the three nodded in a mood that somehow made sense to each other.

"Brothers, when are you going back to the island?

"Tomorrow."

"Then come to the store and take me with you."

"What? Is it that sudden?

"What do you do with the store?

The material store laughed off the surprises of Cruillo and Leno.

"I'm sorry about the guy who comes when I'm away. They're gonna hunt us down if we don't get there soon."

"Huh... Huh?

Whatever the second half, face the first half of the idea.

"Of course (of course), I'll pay for my [jump] bill separately"

"No, well, there's no particular reason to refuse..."

"Well, that's settled. Don't forget tomorrow."

Putnik made the payment, saying, and handed Skinum an oversized can of cracked cookies for virtue, and he just went.