It's all one flower.

It has been three weeks since Putnik, the material store, took him with the manager of Kroenier in Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) nest to go hunting for Warcraft in the Huxi region.

A week after the rest of the year. Soon, Roark and Skinum will be in this underground town of Chernoknyjnik for a year.

At the end of last year, I was almost (mostly) unprepared because I suddenly "ran away". Looks like it was yesterday when I asked the manager of the Gentius store to introduce me to this inn and finish buying out in one day to prepare for my annual vacation.

Not this year.

Roark and Skinum wrote down the items that were helpful and troubled last year on a note sheet, and the two of us talked to each other to make a list of buyouts.

Split them up and go buy them out for a spell store holiday, break, etc.

"All right. Now you don't forget to buy it."

Write off the purchases from the table with double lines.

It was finished pretty sparingly before New Year's Eve. Last year's haste seems to be a lie.

One of the rooms in Affordable Accommodation, where the two have stayed for a long time this past year, is very much the same as it was a year ago.

The increased baggage consists of a few radicals and cassette tapes, and a slight change of clothing, as well as groceries during the holidays.

The report will be received on paper first, but the detailed electronic data will be placed in the tablet terminal and asked to be brought to Skinum for his absence. Manager Gentius kept the data for me when I got it.

On the contrary, newspapers and magazines procured by Roark on the island of Lanterna and on the mainland of Artel are taken by the Fiarlkas to comrades such as the kingdom of Amitostigma.

In addition to the original bag, you can get a [lightweight] bag and pack your bags and move around at any time.

It's a light object to arrive at.

"I'm glad it ended sooner than I thought."

Skinum smiled at Roark, checking the double wired tables and the real thing one by one.

"Skinum, you're on holiday all year round, aren't you going anywhere?

"What?"

You don't know what the question means, return a questionable gaze.

"I told you, on Mr. Fiarlka's errands, that the store would go out several times during the holidays of the year, right?

"Ha... yes.... Um... be careful..."

"Skinum, are you going to be in this room all alone and caged? Ten days?

There was no other Ate to go to last year, and I spent the rest of the year knitting a crawler to sell it after the holidays to add to my living expenses. Going outside is about the time to pick up the ingredients.

Over the past year, both of them have become familiar with various shopkeepers, as well as spellhouse guests such as warcraft exterminators.

The Chloenier manager will not return until the spring, but the others will spend the New Year in the residential district of the city of Kardavstovau on the ground or in the residential section of the underground town of Chernoknyjnik.

Roark was invited by regular exterminators for a fishing trip around the abandoned port of Lanterna Island, but refused because he needed help.

"Oh, you know, I've been here forever."

"Are you not going to step out of the room?

I ran away from home and was unauthorized absent from Rufus seminary for a year. I would have lost my schooling for a long time, but physically I'm a healthy boy high school student. It seemed unhealthy to close a cage for ten days in an underground inn without the sun shooting.

"I'm going to spend some time listening to the radio."

"Well... I have enough batteries"

Restaurants take annual holidays everywhere. Besides the preserved food and sun-drenched fruit, I also bought dry batteries.

Skinum hasn't been out much since he was at Rufus seminary and spends a lot of time in his own quarters.

... It's troublesome to walk and bowl in with Mr. Silva and the others.

For all eternity, I don't have the wax to continue this precarious life.

It's a good opportunity to figure out how to shake yourself in the future for ten days when the work of a spellmaker is off.

Roark didn't dare touch it because Skinum isn't sure how he's going to live from here on out, but he won't say anything in person.

The next day, Padolrik and old fisherman Aviace came to the store.

This is what will happen to older men when Cruillo gets older, with the same gentle smile as the wizard youth, telling them the type and number of spells they need.

Skinum is shriveled and unable to move when the customer is an exterminator of Warcraft, but today he has been able to prepare curses with great skill.

Almost at the same time Roark finishes serving his tea, and goes to show the manager in the back the item of consideration.

"Today, isn't that Mr. Awellana's medicine?

"Around the corner, we're in Akant City, so let's talk about local industry products."

"If you prefer my sister's medicine, don't hesitate to tell me because I brought it"

"Oh, no, because the manager decides the trick... I just thought it would be a little unusual to ask"

Today's consideration is a glass vial about the size of an eye dropper.

Each packed with powder of different colors, beautiful and cute enough to seem satisfied just to view.

"This is another superior dye... Was it Akant now?

Manager Gentius with a hock-face came out of the work room.

"Yep. Enough?

"There's some change. Say hello to the pharmacist"

The manager handed the small package to Abiece, brother of the pharmacist Awellana.

It's also unusual to have all three of the shops at the counter.

"What do you say? What about the economy over there?

"The suppliers are allergic to the epidemic… there are many vendors with heads asking where to start next"

"Aren't you going to buy it from Oberbok?

The manager twisted his neck in Padorlik's explanation.

"There's a lot of makeshift housing around there for people who've been burned out and evacuated, and they've transferred fields of plants that take dyes to wheat fields, and the prices have gone up."

"Oh... everything is because of the war..."

The people of the lake, who lived on the island of Lanterna in Artel territory, lowered their green brows and shook their heads feeling sorry for them.