It's all one flower.

Cruillo flickers a bunch of lists.

"Is the Warcraft material in this table still in the refugee camps?

"No, Mr. Mariana's company bought it for me and replaced it with the food and medicines I needed right away"

The blonde scratched her head as Farkill boy replied.

"Ah, well. You don't have enough food either."

"If we can trade warcraft material for magic threads, we'll make more money and later, we'll get more food..."

A needle salotka shook her neck sideways, said the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Even small things like bags, they take days to embroider spells, and you don't know if you can sell what you've been able to do right away, do you?

"You did. In the meantime, if you can't afford to eat and connect..."

The refugees opened their fields in the forest, but they still cannot live on the harvest alone.

They bereaved the foundation of their lives and flowed into refugee camps in the kingdom of Amitostigma. But it's not a wack I've even lost my knowledge or ability to. Being treated with good intentions as a "poor man" only diminishes me to my heart.

The harvest of the field was marginal, but it had a significant effect as a support that gave "hope of running an independent life".

"Obervox is selling battle spells better, and there's more demand for materials."

"Are government forces and the PLA going to buy it?

Farkill asks anxiously.

"I was told by a dye dealer that warcraft exterminators use them in restricted access areas on Nenia Island."

"What? Has the access restriction been lifted?

The spell doctor Septentorio overheard.

It was Farkill who answered.

"Not yet. Mr. Razornik and the others checked it out, and government forces are sending engineers to the cities of North Zakart and Kulbunika, and to the city of Gardenia to rebuild the fence."

"Cheng Cheng (I see), you only allowed exterminators to protect engineers?

"Looks like it. The vendor said that the army didn't offer any rewards and had to sell the materials they picked themselves, so they said things were tight."

"Well, the Warcraft material comes from exterminators, but for that matter, it's not enough because it sells a lot of spells."

Safe beds are available, but food and the like must be prepared by themselves, because various protective techniques allow the building body to be used as a base for properties that were safe.

They say that if you get along with regular soldiers, you can personally divide the battle food (ration), but that wasn't enough.

"Are you certain that the government army will rebuild and that the Artel army will no longer come to bomb?

Cruillo turns his eyes full of expectations to Farkill.

The boy who compiles the information coming from each side looked difficult.

"The base of the Artel army has been destroyed. But..."

"But?"

Cruello follows suit.

"If the war prolongs, the base will be restored and the redeployment of ammunition and bombers will proceed, and if they still shoot in missiles..."

"Uh..."

The voice of Cruillo, who looked up to heaven, falls.

Tygeta manipulated the computer and opened the page of the Hunan Economic Newspaper's "Devil's Asthma Cannon War Feature".

"You don't have any information about peace negotiations or what's going on now, do you?"

"Can't you even grasp it from Senators Laqueus?

He said he didn't even know the embassy.

The disconnection of the lake bottom cable will be at the work of the Nemoralis government forces, eighty-nine.

The serial bombings that occurred on the mainland of Artel and the emergence of numerous warcraft appear to be chewed by the Nemoralis Grief Squad, but due to lack of information, it cannot be determined.

Tygeta switched to a page of market information and printed the transaction prices for white yarn of various materials. Amiella asks Cruello for the printed list.

"What about a city other than there?

"Hmm... oh, there seems to be a rumor that Micrantera Island will introduce the internet, too, but I wonder"

"Are you pulling a lake bottom cable on that island?

The spelldoctor Septentorio didn't know where to focus and be surprised.

The island of Micrantera is occupied by the Kingdom of Lubra in the Seven Kingdoms of Hubei. In order to protect their neutrality, the countries of the Hubei region have laid down a policy of clandestine countries, and there is no national transportation outside the region.

He is also not a member of the United Nations.

Only the island of Micrantera can exceptionally receive foreigners at the headquarters of the international organisation "Pale Rose Forest" of monks on the island, but only on temporary visits.

"They put in a system of satellite mobile communications, not cables... rumors like that."

"Rubra is a magical civilized country of gucci, isn't it? Why did you get that rumor?

Tygeta tilts her neck.

Cruillo answered by letting the tablet terminal display a map.

"I have a regular ship coming out of Oberbok. Last month, a vendor went to Micrantera Island and asked him to bring a catalog of the equipment the next time he came."

Sarotka asks Farkill.

"It's so far away... if you had that machine, would you be able to use the Internet?

"Artificial satellites… the location doesn't really matter when it comes to communicating directly with surrounding satellites. It may be difficult to connect with a valley in the back of the mountain, but this island doesn't seem like a mountain."

"Heh... huh?

I make a vague voice that I don't know, like the girl with the needle figured out.

"Oh, so if they put that machine on a mobile broadcaster truck, it'll be ready to use wherever you are?

Amiella says in a bright voice, pointing to the tablet terminal in Cruello's hand.

The spelldoctor Septentorio met the employee's youth face-to-face.

... Why didn't you notice it before?

"Hmm... demand is growing so thin in Artel right now, and it's going to be too expensive to be used."

"Huh?

Not because of Farkill, but the voice of surprise and dissatisfaction rose.

"If I buy it in a distant country, I might be able to figure it out, and I'll talk to Mr. Mariana with the others."

Cruillo stood with a bunch of paper, followed by the spelldoctor Septentorio, who then left the computer room.