It's all one flower.

"What kind of person is Mr. Putnik?

Roark heard the powder of Warcraft's charcoal extinguishing as it dissolved in the sap of the Hydrochi tree (Mizuchiju). The curse store manager spreads the cloth depicted by the [comfort envelope (a lot)] onto the workbench and tilts his neck.

"Get out of the way... what do you say?

"He said it was like hunting a warcraft on his own across the mainland of Artel."

"Don't worry about it. That Mitsuhito is a [flying eagle (taka)], and I procured the material myself."

"Are you that strong?

The manager nods and puts on leather gloves with surprisingly embroidered defensive spells. I put the material I had just purchased out of a bag of [comfort circumference (a lot)] and put a red and black mass in the center of the magic formation that I wasn't sure what it was.

Roark, nearly a year after he started working at this store, has never seen a store manager handle such dangerous materials.

The manager pours the sap of the water tree (Mizuchiju) and the liquid not known about the loke into a wide mouth glass bottle and mixes it with a glass stick. Both are colorless and transparent, with no particular change.

When I said something in powerful words and pointed at the red and black chunks, it broke in two. Repeat the same treatment over and over and divide it into a dozen chunks about the size of a walnut.

The manager wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and turned his face to Roark.

"It's not mon to be strong. That Mitsuhito will go to the Lake West region and come and finish himself off."

"Huh?... Is that, too, by yourself?

Unexpectedly my hand stops conditioning black ink for spells.

"That's impossible for a boulder. He's going to work with the manager of Lord Guo (Cuckoo) and some of his acquaintances in Scootum."

"What? Mr. Kroenier, too?

"What are you surprised about? He's an ex-combatant, too, isn't he?

"Yeah, I heard that, but the sword I used when I was a knight, Farkill, I gave it to you, so I just said I'm not fighting anymore..."

"They picked up an awesome sword at the ruins, but I didn't even ask what kind of substitute it was."

The manager placed a breast bowl in the magic formation of the cloth and began to crush the red and black kakera.

Roark will also resume work. Close the lid exactly as you can and clean it up, then rinse the next ingredient in a breast bowl.

The raw materials are the earthworms (chickens) that Warcraft exterminators hunted on the mainland of Artel yesterday.

A watchman vendor brought it in and talked about a warrior tradition that was unlikely. He has no reason (OK) to know that he was seen by Roark, who changed his face with [makeup] ornaments.

"Um..." Putnik ”is God's name for books and records, right?

Do Fraxinus not find it unsatisfactory to call the divine name?

"Oh, when the film camera was invented, I took a lot of pictures of the Huxi region at the request of the publisher. And that's what they call it."

"What picture is that?

They both talk without stopping.

Putnik, the ancient god, fought the drought dragon in cooperation with the main god Fraxinus and others, and left with his record to the south of his place of origin.

Because of this, there are few believers on the banks (banks) of Lake Lacus. Beyond the Limf Mountains, he says he will be worshipped as a hero of salvation, without being deified.

"Landscapes, plants, earthly ruins, River Svete, forests, warcraft... anything"

"Anything."

"The Warcraft recorded and communicated the habitats and ecology heard from the Knights and exterminators of the Kingdom of Scootum, as well as, in fact, the weaknesses and things found out in the battle"

"That's amazing."

"Oh. That's awesome, Jen. I wrote a lot about other demons and warcraft that I found out about when I was a knight, so the publisher put them together, drew up warcraft drawings, and I'm still updating the contents."

"Is that a brush name for a drawing?

The designation “Putnik” means "traveller".

"The publisher guy put it on his own, though."

"Was it? Then you can go to the mainland alone."

"I wonder. Over there, humans are more alert than haunted monsters."

From what Roark saw, it didn't seem like such a cot, but not necessarily for the people of the lake or the people of the powerful land.

... Next time we go, let's be careful and see what the Kirkuls on the mainland will do to warcraft exterminators.

After noon, during Roark's store number, the haulier Fiarluca visited.

"Oh, you're not that guy today."

"I'm out for you. Can I help you?

"Nothing. Because I've suddenly brewed tea better lately"

"Can't I?

"I don't think so."

Fiarlka laughed and sat in the back of the counter seat.

"I wonder how you got better all of a sudden."

"Leno, the manager told me."

"That Co, you're a bakery and you're good at that."

Explore the bag with admiration and put out the tablet device to follow.

Roark felt like he had been stuffed with poor teaching methods, but kept calm and prepared vanilla tea.

"To say this is too fuzzy to explain the other way around,"

"Are you saying I can't find a word of explanation because it's too easy and I don't have to think about anything?

"Yeah, well, that's such a kanji"

"Unexpectedly, that kind of language making difficult technology can be more difficult to understand."

"Really?

Placing the tea apparatus on the counter, Fiarluca nodded face up from the terminal.

"For example, skilled craftsmanship techniques in town factories. The precise and unparalleled precision work of lathes cannot be imitated by computer-controlled machines in civilized countries, and it is difficult to inherit them."

"Huh? I think the machine is more accurate.

When asked half-heartedly, the haulier seems to have anticipated it, even answering.

"The temperature and humidity of the day will cause the material to expand and stretch."

"You're the one who won't be able to open jam jars on cold days."

"Yes, they read the subtle changes in the material to make the quality of the deliverables the same without the madness of the dimensions. But the machine can't do that yet."

"Why not?

Roark gained strength in the fist he placed on the counter.