It's all one flower.

The five men who arrived at the West Temple of Akhant felt uncomfortable.

"You don't have one flower crest, do you?

Green-haired septentorio is the first to notice and look around for any overlooks.

The Lenos also looked around the temple aisle with their eyes like plates, but with all the crests of the rocky mountains, they did not see the crest of one flower representing Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake.

"Are you crazy?

"There isn't?

Leno's tis twists his neck at the same time.

... Well, it's nothing. I don't cottle that the people of the lake should believe in anything but goddesses.

"What's wrong with you? Did you even drop something?

"Let me help you find it"

Two middle-aged men, coming out of the back of the aisle, spoke to Pina as she crawled her gaze into the tiles of the aisle. Pina, with her face up, waves a small hand in front of her chest to return a loving laugh.

"Thank you. It's not a wreck. It's okay."

"Didn't you just look down enthusiastically and drop it in your purse?

Are you sure you're okay?

A dark-haired man says worryingly, and a brown-haired man looks under his feet, "Don't hesitate," he said.

"It's a city with a lot of lake people, but it doesn't have the Goddess's crest, so why are you looking at it?"

When the blonde DJ Rafe said, the two of them who had finished their worship earlier loosened their cheeks.

"Hey. The goddess is the East Temple."

"This one was built at the dye union stop, so it's like a sturgeon."

"How come it's a dye union and it's a rocky mountain god?

"Ladies, is this your first time in this city?

A brunette asks Pina.

Reno answered half a step ahead of his sister.

"Yes, we're mobile broadcasters, traveling around Nemoralis Island."

"Heh, when are we going to air it?

"I haven't set a formal date yet, but I'm going to start interviewing you tomorrow, thinking about ten days or two from now."

Asked the broadcaster's name and frequency, the two cheered when DJ Rafe of FM Cravel answered.

"He's obsessed with me!

"Mr. Joolucci, you're here!

"Are the uncles Oberbok people?

When Tis heard, they nodded.

"Oh, we buy materials on Micrantera Island, we make dyes in Oberbok's workshop, we sell them to the craftsmen here, we sell cloths and spells from the exchange in Muscavito, and we go sell pearls and white mica (of course) there to Micrantera Island... in a kind of candy, well, we're traveling about a third of the year"

I admire whether there is such a life in the answer of a dye artisan and trader with dark hair.

"In addition to the replacement products, we also need to replace the dried shellfish from the pearls."

"Shellfish dried...... is it?

It was also found in the city of Zerneau, but it is a completely different scrapshell than pearls can be picked.

"That's a preserved meal. Even if you eat it as it is, the more you chew it, the deeper it tastes and tastes good, and you can also take stock of the soup."

"I'm like this job for that soup."

"Is it that good?

The brown-haired man nodded inadvertently as Leno climbed out.

"I tried it too."

"That's hard."

A brunette smiles bitterly at Tis' seemingly luscious voice.

"What? Why?

"It's a forager's bribe. We have to be very close. We can't have them split up."

"They don't use seashells as powder, they use medicinal materials and fertilizers to make them useless."

"Ladies and gentlemen, you're working on something."

When Septentorio, who pulled in the spelldoctor's badge (sign), was impressed, DJ Rafe tapped his hand gently to re-compartmentalize it.

"Hanashi, come back. Why is the dye union like Sturasi?

"Hmm? Yeah, because the ingredients are array. Plants and minerals, and, Warcraft."

"If you say so, yes"

Septentorio convinces me with a face that reminds me of something.

A man with brown hair looked at the watch and waved.

"Whoa, this is already the time. Ladies, stay well."

"Thank you for letting me know -"

"I'll stop by again on Muscavito's return."

"I hope you have a good plan."

"I'll ask someone I know to record it."

Break up with the merchants of the land people and head between the altars.

"Mineral-derived materials work in mountains, they're dangerous."

"That's right. Warcraft is harder, isn't it?"

"Safety comes first... I see."

Leno nodded to Pina and Tis.

In order to make an [endless bag] the size of which the truck would enter, it was necessary to have a bull horn of fire in the red dye material.

We managed with the cooperation of Captain Solniak and the haulier Fiarlka, but at that time, if she hadn't prepared a [spear of light] spell, the captains might have been preyed upon.

Leno didn't fit in on the scene, but according to the story of Captain Solgnac and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, who suddenly became the wings of the battle, soon after he appeared in the world, he was an individual still weak in existence.

... But I can't believe you're critical with a magic sword and [spear of light].

Reno chewed up the strength of those hunting for the material once again, feeling complicated.

When held in Yarbraka City, west of Oberbok City, a local demon policeman and guard, Journitor, defeated the scaly spider (Urokogmo) with his life on the line.

I heard many cops were sacrificed because donations alone could not employ Journitol and were conditional on material collection. At that time, I was angry with other personnel (one by one), but now I feel like I know what the security company is saying.

... you've always had a convenient life thanks to the hard work of people you don't know at all.

I was reminded in bulk storage of flour. It is not known how much blood was shed on a single piece of yarn that makes an [infinite bag].

Leno offered a prayer of gratitude and a [crystal of magic] to the altar of Sturasi, the god of Mount Rock, who was set at the bottom of the temple, wishing for the safety of all those involved in the magical textile industry.