It's all one flower.

Roark and Klaustra returned from the mainland of the Artel Republic before dinner.

"What? Mr. Skinum, did you go to Wangdu?

"The pedestrian stopped coming and the material was critical. I only deal with other shops in Wangdu."

Manager Gentius, who replied to a part-time surprise, looks heartless or interesting.

Carrier Fiarluca laughs thinly as she turns on Roark's terminal in the counter seat.

"What? Is there anything inconvenient about that Cotto going to King's Capital?

"Nothing on my part. But you, Skinum... still seem to have your heart in faith, so I thought it might be hard to go to the Holy Land of Fraxinus..."

"Worried?"

"I'm worried that you'll be able to use it for boulders..."

"What's up?

Manager Gentius stops and turns the finished curse on the shelf.

"Mr. Fiarlka is here. Mr. Skinum, are you alone in the king's capital now?

"Cruillo, who helped me about ten days ago, took me with him. We'll do their part together and send them tomorrow."

"Eh, oh, really?"

Roark remembered one thing in the meantime.

If he wasn't mad at that unsavory tea, he wouldn't be pissed off if Skinum brought it in shopping.

... Is it because I have that spare, distant older sister?

Amana is a pretty solid kid, even from Roark's eyes.

Perhaps my experience as a "socialite" is much better than a skinum. He helped the house before the war, and even in elementary school, he could do his chores.

The job of a mobile distributor and the help of making magic drugs in that mansion were also taught just a little by the manager of Leno and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, who was able to do it quickly.

... Skinum, are you and Amana in a different direction of smartness?

If you're Kruillo's character, you don't have to worry about leaving Skinum's trolls in disgust.

If Skinum doesn't even get lost in the crowd of Wang Du, he will safely deliver him to the store.

"I'm home early. Mandarin, store number, please."

"Yes."

Having cleaned up the goods, the manager pulled them into the working room where the curse was made.

Roark enters the counter instead and brews tea to Klaustra.

"I can't connect to the Internet, so I'll keep this image, audio data, and a terminal to retrieve it, okay?

"Yes. It's okay. And this is a local newspaper."

Take the morning paper out of the bag and give it to me, which I could only buy in part.

"There was a case of Warcraft damage and a countermeasure feature that even a powerless people could do. Looks like we've been pushed by it, and the election is small."

"Yes, thank you. Next time, I'll put in a new report and return it."

"Please"

Fiarlka cleaned up Roark's tablet terminal in his bag and spread the newspaper to the spellhouse counter.

It is the most published starlight newspaper in the mainland of Artel. The former cleric of Fraxinus scrolls (mews) without worrying about the newspaper with the Holy Mark of Kirkrus printed on top of the title.

"Oh, you got a month's worth of roundup"

This is a list of casualties caused by Warcraft.

If you have a body, you can identify it by checking the tooth type, etc., but if you are eaten without leaving a single hair, it is "missing" and it is not listed in this statistic.

The only thing posted was a notification to the police or bureau.

For example, if a lone old man is preyed upon without a friend or acquaintance in the neighborhood and has no job, close proximity, or neighborhood affiliation, his absence will not be immediately noticed.

"We may have made an under-announcement to prevent upset. Another comrade is currently working on it."

"Even if we can't dive into the network, we can look into it, right?

Fiarlka looks up from the paper and checks with Klaustra.

I just changed my tone and the brunette girl as high school looks the same, but she looked like someone else.

"A different comrade from the hacker is on the move"

"Yes. Could you tell him not to be too pushy?

"When you get a chance"

... What kind of connections are they?

"Yeah, and I've changed the time slot in three residential churches to flush out a little bit of the Reflexio Priest's worship,"

Roark and Klaustra repeated the same story in another church just before noon prayer, shortly after and just before evening prayer.

All three times I replaced the [makeup] necklace and did it on someone else's face, creating a situation where "several high school students had the same doubts".

In every church, the priest could only be wolfed and couldn't stop talking about the two of them.

"I can't connect to the Internet, so I don't know how much diffuse it is."

"Word of mouth effect, isn't it more expensive now?

When Roark lowered his voice to a lack of confidence, an unexpected voice rose from the haulier.

"Why not?

"Even when the internet was available, the bureau or whatever was inconvenient was deleting it, right?

"Then isn't it as good as before?

When Roark twisted (twisted) his neck, Klaustra said in a frightened voice.

"What? I thought I knew and I was doing it"

"I hope you spread the word a little bit and question your faith,"

"You can't connect to the internet right now, can you? I can't use app games, streaming videos, music, and other free entertainment, and I only have analog means to gather information, so reviews are easier to spread."

Klaustra explains and cuts the words with a voice that tells the little one.

When Roark let him snort silently, the haulier Fiarlka continued.

"But the press, the radio, they all want raw information because they have government censorship in them."

"Ah... reviews are either deleted or difficult to undo"

Roark finally realized it, too.

If you throw the "answer" fragment that people want, it's going to spread at explosive speeds, repeating mutations like the flu.