It's all one flower.

"Textbooks are fine, otherwise support, what can I do?

Aviace laid down her tea apparatus and put her elbows on the spellhouse counter.

Pinatifida stares at the universe and draws a diagram on the counter with her fingers.

There seems to be something going on in the girl's head, but even if the pharmacist (dull) Awellana saw it at hand, she didn't know.

Gently open the notebook and note the earlier purchase so as not to disturb your thoughts.

Mobile broadcaster Praethermassa will remain in Akant until the new year's holiday and will be broadcasting live in several installments.

During the year, in parallel with the interview, we will purchase our own new year and items for sale on the road to the next city.

In the cities and villages I have passed, medicines delighted both magical and scientific objects. The same applies to industrial products such as batteries, which cannot be made in small villages.

... what else would you buy... hmm?

"Didn't Mr. Medvege's local make a frying pan or something?

"Is that hardware for the kitchen? Shit, there were a lot of town factories, but with those fires and the PLA attacks, you don't know what happened, do you?

The truck driver responded instantly based on his experience working for a carrier.

Neither does he give the name of the Autonomous Region of Listver in front of Skinum, just in case.

"You can't cook because you're burned out and you lose everything and you can't get a replacement"

When, says Aviace, Awellana's brother, Medvege, he made a dripping grin.

"The East End was originally a ghetto full of barack huts. Schools, teaching centers, churches and hospitals are all over the place, and a big factory owned by a big company outside along the lake shore. It's a shopping mall and a local town factory to the west across the bluff road along the factory."

"What does it have to do with the geography of the city and the inability of its inhabitants to cook?

Skinum pinches the question.

Medvege looked at the unknown boy standing at the counter with a crying eye.

"Don't you see?

"Sorry for not studying"

A boy of pale colour with white hair and eyes frightens with a voice that is about to disappear.

Truck drivers from the Listwer Autonomous Region lowered their numbers slightly.

... This kid, Morph, is in a different direction than you, and you're a dick I don't know.

"Barack Street houses are excavated huts made of tongue boards, cardboard, crates and concrete blocks. Instead of the kitchen, the bathroom and the toilet."

"... Huh?

The voice Medvege explains was gentle. The driver seems to have noticed the same thing as the pharmacist (dull).

Skinum, a former theological student, he couldn't imagine. Behind the glasses, pale colored eyes shake in agitation.

"Of course (of course), it's a pot or some kind of cooking tool, and Barack, there's nothing electric gas tap, so you can't boil it even if it's just a pot"

Skinum silenced, turning off his expression, whether to rebut Medvege's words.

"So I don't even know how to make a mesh. He's the majority."

"If you know... don't you have one?

"Meshi shop and school homeschooler, factory diner guy."

"You didn't have a bakery or something?

Pinatifida, the bakery's daughter, also joins with an interruption of thought.

"There was, but such a monster can't be a flow job. I know, lady, but I don't think there's a guy who can make it out of his own hands."

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana voiced her earlier thoughts.

"What about getting a pot or something from an amitostigma charity that you don't need and sending it over there to trade it for raw wheat that's in trouble over there?

"With that said, the report says that one of the temporary housing units was created."

My brother Aviace agrees with the pharmacist Awellana's proposal.

"You don't have to ferment the noodles, and if you send them with you how to make them, you'll be able to eat a little bit"

When Pinatifida played her voice, Skinum's face also lit up.

But Medvege's voice is hard.

"Are you talking about the pasta cot? Then you can't."

"Why can't you?

Skinum clouds his eyebrows. Medvege raised one eyebrow unexpectedly, but immediately returned to his true face to answer.

"Sister of the pharmacist, when you boiled in the ruins of that broadcaster, you needed plenty of water."

"Ah... there may not be enough drinking water yet."

As Awellana dropped her shoulder, she said, gazing at the fist Pinatifida had put on the counter.

"If you can use magic, you can turn the lake water into drinking water, and the cooking fire can be used without fuel, even if you don't have a pot, you can boil pasta."

Pinatifida is a flaxinus, but powerless land people.

The mobile broadcaster truck will work with the Leno storekeepers to prepare meals for everyone, almost every day.

But she can't use magic on her own, even if she has cooking skills. With a [magic crystal] that compensates for its action, the [furnace] can handle it, but it can't even purify the water by [manicured water].

In a powerful people and a powerless people, the survival rate is completely different when you are thrown out by yourself.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana noticed that Pinatifida may have remembered and continued to suffer from pasta eaten by a fire thief in the ruins of a broadcaster every time he prepared a meal.

Awellana, the people of the lake, cannot find a word to hang.

"But if there's a pot or frying pan, can you think of any other way they can cook?

"That's right. You can have more options than nothing."

When Medvege said in a bright voice, Aviace smiled and affirmed.

"Well, let's tell the haulier's sister and have her hang with both of them"

The four of them sitting at the counter drank a little bit of warm incense tea and wrote it down in their notebook to see what they needed.