It's all one flower.

Skinum asks nervousness all over his body.

"Oh, you two family..."

"Everybody's not a long-lived race."

"Guys, they left us and passed away. Don't worry, it's not a monster eaten wax."

Materialist Putnik shimmers and Chloenier storekeeper mends the place with a pale smile.

"Besides, I'm almost as far away as anyone else, but I'm not bloodthirsty anymore."

"Really? Excuse me, I'm asking you something nasty."

"Don't worry about it."

... Oh well. Long-lived races aren't all that good.

I don't know if the funeral parlors Agoni and Gentius store manager, but the spelldoctor Septentorio doesn't have any direct descendants.

Fiarlka, a former cleric, was ashamed of his hometown of South Zakart in a half century of civil unrest. They took everything from me, so maybe I became a haulier.

Singer Niptra Neumae Things Kalindula currently only looks like a needle Amiella and her sisters, but she is a needle great-aunt and over 100 years old. If Amiella is a permanent race, her appearance age will be reversed in decades and her life expectancy will run out before her great-aunt.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana is not even sixty years old yet, but his near-old brother Abiece, the fisherman, is an old man who is about to see ahead.

Cruillo's chest ached when he thought of a goodbye to visit her in the near future.

... Me too, maybe...

A people without power cannot have a race for long life, but a people with power seems to be statistically about 30% long-lived.

Both Cruello and Amiella are still young, and we do not know at the moment whether we are the same constant life race that we all do and age every year, or the long-lived race that is put to old age and passed away.

"Uh, so, I started a shop with the locals over there hunting warcraft along the Svete River, and I made a lot of money."

"Did you hunt with the Knights of the Kingdom of Scootum?

Skinum regained his mind and asked.

"Private people. The warcraft exorcist of the [plunging eagle (eagle)], the pharmacist of the [thinking eagle (owl)], and the scholar of the [walk (ayu) mu (toki)] who says he wants to examine the ruins."

"Are pharmacists and scholars people who can fight too?

"That's right. I have to work out a lot."

"So, I've been thinking about hunting warcraft on the mainland since tomorrow."

"Oh, what about the store?

From Chloenier's manager's point of view it was surprising, and Cruillo was horrified.

"I'm closing it. Isn't that nice? It's only half a month earlier than usual."

"Yeah. If you decide, I'm fine, but what do you do with your usual promises?

"Of course (of course), go. I can't seem to stay on the mainland right now, so I held the inn down this way."

"Are you going alone?

"I'm here to ask you out."

Materialist Putnik laughs niggardly at his former colleague.

The Chloenier manager shook his head with a bitter smile.

"I'm not sorry. Now, Hola, that's why I'm not closing it for the rest of the month."

"Well, come alone."

"Are you okay?"

"The inn is this way. Every day, I go back to Meshi at night. I'm just trying to [fly] quickly and hunt the guy who's bracketed on the roof."

"What? [Flying] If you can, you don't need a bus or anything..."

Until then, Leno, who had tasted warm incense tea in silence, leaked surprises as if he were half talking to himself.

"Though it would be fast. [Crystal] is warm. If you're tired and you fall on the way, you're gonna be an owl, right?

"What? Oh, yeah?"

Apart from the instantaneous power to fight warcraft and the endurance to maintain the technique of [flying], which is difficult to control.

"That's what Mon says.... you're totally in the protection."

Nodding at Leno, he turns his eyes back to the manager of the Chloenier.

"Right now, the exterminators are busy getting involved in their work. 'Cause I'm gonna go make the usual promises."

"Oh well. Well, the cape you made and the [armor] is so cluttered that it's bracketed. That's a big deal."

"Again. Well. There's nothing out there for you to say.... Don't be alarmed."

"Whoa. You're busy. You're interrupting."

Putnik gets up with a cup of tea in one breath.

"I always eat dinner at the lion's shop."

"Okay. Thank you."

Exit the nest of Lord Guo (Cuckoo) and head to an unnamed curse shop with a dragon gallbladder (Lindo) sign.

Materialist Putnik offers a rare view of the shop lined up in the aisle and occasionally asks Skinum questions and walks relaxed.

... You do say the Knights are at this rate, or the army would have been cramped.

"This is the lion's shop."

Skinum palmed a sign showing two fish circled with mushrooms.

Smells like lunch will be served from the diner, filling the brick aisle.

"Lion House?

"There is a splendid lion statue in the middle of the shop"

"Heh... are they delicious?

"Yes."

Because it's a place you know well, Skinum answers with a bounced voice, and his face is bright.

"I went to the spell shop first, ate here at noon Meshi, and Meshi paid for the guide. What do you say?"

"Thank you"

There could be no objection to the three people who did not know the market price for the directions.

"Heh, heh, that's a good store."

Materialist Putnik opens the spellhouse door and goes in best.

"Welcome"

He was greeted by the voice of Roark, and the Cruillos continued.

The store number smiled at the two familiars, but when the last skinum in it closed the door, struggling with a large can, the expression disappeared.

"Thank you, Leno, Cruillo. Skinum, didn't you cause any trouble?

"Ha ha. It's worrying. I was just shopping for Hutu, and there was nothing else."

Leno laughed off with a gentle lie, but Skinum shriveled and hid in the shadow of Cruillo.

... scared of failure, not only in seminary, but also you, Roark?

I wonder if Roark, who can do anything without graduation, can't help but find a skinum where everything is unfamiliar and often mottled. But if Cruello pinches his mouth, rejection becomes a hassle.

Half a step back lined up with Skinum and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.