It's all one flower.

Juvenile soldier Morph came to the eastern shopping district with old fisherman Aviace, Amana's father Padorlik and three of them. This one is very plain, unlike the shopping district in the west, where you arrived in the city of Akant just for a minute.

... I guess I should have gone that way, too.

Regret sweeps away.

Yesterday, I remembered the yarn shop I went to with the wizard's employee, Cruillo, and once more, I gave up.

The yarn store manager was thrilled when Cruello handed the Hunan Economic Newspaper a list of things last week, until he said he would cooperate with anything.

When the blonde wizard asked him if he could give him a tour, he usually replied and put him through the back of the store.

"It's not me, it's my sisters I want to see."

"Oh, really? Today... you're not with me."

The green-haired aunt got a subtle look at Morph. Even if I'm seen with such eyes, I'm overwhelmed by the number of colors I've never seen, and I can't speak.

"My sister and her friends, they're all elementary and middle school students of the powerless people, and helping and stuff is murky. I'm afraid I'll just show you."

"It's okay. More people might want to be apprenticed if they broadcast the tour elsewhere."

... Tight and Cancer.

It's going to be distracting to just remember the kind of color that fits exactly in shelves and glass cases.

I wasn't sure Morph would find it, even if the customer who brought only one bottle said, "I want an item of the same color" etc.

There are more than twenty species of red pedigree alone. Now it's in order, okay, but I don't feel I can undo it if I flip it. I gently distanced myself from the shelf.

... This whole thing, the guy you're willing to remember, isn't quite there.

When the yarn store manager opened the door behind the counter, there was an indescribable smell. It's the first smell I've ever smelled, and it doesn't smell, but it's hard to say whether it smells good or not.

A woman with the same hair color as Pina stirs the cauldron with a stick that she has never even seen. Sleeveless arms are sweaty. The city of Akant is full of lake people and I feel like I've never seen earthy hair in this city before.

"Tomorrow, the tourists are coming, thank you."

"Yes."

My face turned to the voice of my yarn shop aunt is sweaty, but she has a bright smile. He's a little older than Pina. Even though it seemed a tight task to see, she was dazzled to be able to laugh and work, and the boy soldier Morph unexpectedly turned away.

Cruello talked to his yarn shop aunt about something, but she fell out of the right to the left, leaving nothing on Morph's head.

"Morph, do you want me to give you a tour too?

"Yes, no, I'm not! I'll help you with the interview!

Why did you say no? I don't even know myself.

That's how I am today with my fisherman's grandfather and Amana's father, who is familiar with business, in the shopping district of the plain.

The butcher's cold shelves are empty, but the dry goods shelves are lined with products without gaps. It's a bag of cloth with intricate patterns and powerful words. The size of the swelling varies and the contents are completely invisible.

Morph, thanks to being able to study a little at that village school, now knew it was a powerful word, but he didn't even know what it said.

The bags on the shelves range in size from about a child's fist to about an adult's leg, and the shape of the swelling can range from what you want to flatten to rounded.

"There you are. Which one should we do?

An old man came out like a shopkeeper. The badge (today) raised from the neck by the people of the lake is in the form of a bird that Morph does not know.

On the front of the little fat old man, spells and curses were embroidered tighter than the cloak that Cruello got.

"Nice to meet you. Um... what's the poison in your back... can you eat it?

Paddle Rik points to the biggest bag. If you look closely, there was a price tag on the mouth string of the bag. The adult fingers showing the bag tremble small.

"Because the only thing that's poisonous is the snake on your back. If you hunt well, you can eat leg meat."

"You're an awesome hunter to be able to bring home meat without breaking the nucleus of existence"

Padolrik is impressed, and the fisherman's grandfather snorts.

Apparently, Senodok and Ya are the names of monsters.

... Huh? What kind of bucket is that?

For the first time, humans hunt and eat monsters that eat people.

I don't think an old man like Cruello would make such a joke, and I don't even think the butcher I met would love to talk to each other.

"All these hunters are natural."

"Really?

"Because it's my job to pick dye materials."

The face the green-haired butcher tells the blonde elsewhere is somewhere proud.

A fisherman's grandfather keeps the price of his goods out of his notebook.

"How did you get it?

"Boy, do you care? But it's the hunters' secret."

"Don't you even know the butcher's old man?

"That's right. The butcher's job is to keep another demon from pouring out of the meat the hunters brought."

"Hmm. But something's awesome over there, too"

Morph was impressed, but for some reason Padolrik looks like he's about to cry.

The fisherman's grandfather closes his notebook and says:

"We're mobile broadcasters."

"Aren't you shopping?

"Yes, we've set a date for the broadcast in this city, so we'll stick the announcement."

"If you stick it, what happens?

The butcher pinched his mouth, not to mention everyone, and looked frigid at the handwritten poster Morph put out of his handbag.

"As a co-op on the air, let me promote it a little bit"

"Okay. I don't have anything for sale right now, so I'm going to stick it."

When the store owner took the poster from Morph's hand, it was handy with tape and affixed to the cold storage case.

"Raw meat deals with sheep, though. The farmer at the supplier is sick and arrays each village..."

"That's... I'm sorry. I hope there's something I can do for you."

Padolrik, who regained his mind, called out, but the butcher only gave back a weak smile, saying nothing.