It's all one flower.

1411. Chest of Data

"But now I'm glad I don't have access to the opposite"

"What? Why not?

Roark really didn't know and the question came out with his mouth shut.

"If I had normal access, I don't think I'd know anything now that I didn't take my own screenshots and I can't connect to the internet"

"Ahhh..."

What convinced and impressed both of them was the intelligence-disclosure skill of the traveler Farkill, who searches for the truth.

There may have been advice from hauliers Fiarlka and Lazolnik, and possibly from trading company officers Mariana and exiled parliamentarians, but the executor is him, a digital native.

"Because the internet is no longer connected, I've had time to read these massive screenshots carefully and see if this statement is true."

"Usually after school, what were you doing?

When Klaustra heard, the theological student Farkill dyed his cheeks slightly.

"On weekdays, after doing assignments and duty, you read novels, argue on fan forums, and so on."

"What's your day off?

"Holidays are also about going to bookstores and arguing here with people you know on the fan forum after finishing your assignments and duties"

"Your seminary studies and cactacare are at the heart of your life. Aren't you drenched now?

Klaustra rides herself out to the table of the café to spy on the theological student Farkill at the top. His laying eyes bumped into the girl's gaze, and he saw that she was no longer red.

"Yes, no, you know, look, I can't meet you, but sometimes I can see someone like this"

"The solemnity of the outing has been lifted, and the school has begun, and from now on we will have more opportunities for it."

As Roark made him smile, the theological student nodded with a true face.

"Yep... it's just that the damage, such as the explosion that started in the fall, is still unclear on the whole picture, so even if only Rufus is disarmed..."

"Ah..."

Even if I kept looking at the state of the capital, Rufus, there were traces of the blast.

I guess not being reported deepens the perception that "the actual situation is an“ inconvenient fact ”for the government" and makes you imagine the magnitude and seriousness of the damage.

Predatory incidents near polling stations were not reported at all.

However, even if the Internet is not connected, it cannot be stopped from quietly spreading ripples that cannot be removed from the mouths of witnesses, surrounding residents and voters who have struggled to escape.

Theological student Farkill repaired the heavier air with laughter.

"But thanks to this image warehouse, I know all the old tricks that weren't in the textbook"

"For example... what?

Klaustra sipped a cold, flavored, flying townhouse tea and saw a theological student over a tea vessel.

Theological student Farkill squeezes his expression correctly by residing. I looked at them with a floating but disappearing eye and opened my mouth.

"Never speak elsewhere because it is dangerous information"

"Danger......? Why?"

"The history of the Artel Republic… education… because it is information that turns the backbone of the country upside down"

"Is it okay if you tell us?

"Don't you think we're gonna be tickled with casserole?

"Mr. Fax and Mr. Galecharvki... I am convinced they are from this side"

As a gyro, Roark looked at Klaustra, but she didn't take off the high school girls fax mask, put the tea bowl down and gazed into the theological student's eyes.

"What makes you think that?

"How was Archione's new song," Teaching True "...?

"I was surprised, but I checked the cathedral's official website for images of sculptures of saints and such, and it was true, so, uh, it wasn't a lie."

"And you think the star sign is heretical?

Roark and Klaustra looked him in the eye and nodded deeply.

The theological student put on a terminal and had the "Travel Records" screenshot zoomed in.

"This image warehouse was a treasure chest of data"

"A crate of data?

"Yes, it was the same emotion when Cactacare discovered an ancient relic at the site of the Lake West region"

Screenshots are a table of contents of a history corner that looks at half a century of civil unrest from the point of view of the surrounding countries in the Hunan and Hudong regions.

The younger generation, born after civil unrest, grows up in a view of history made by the Artel government through stories, films and other entertainment such as textbooks and newspapers of history.

The common people were deprived of the technique of knowing objective facts through Internet censorship and press regulation.

If you go to a foreign country where you can freely use the internet, such as the Federation of Barbatum, you can examine the history spelled out from a third-country perspective in the Hunan and Hundong regions, but ordinary Artelians don't even come up with that idea.

The old man makes his children and grandchildren speak of the woes of the battle as the "weak" who, during half a century of civil strife, were ravaged with human rights by wizards.

The weak saved at the hands of the United Nations from the atrocities of the Fraxinus with their filthy powers.

A people without power...... only a clean people without original sin, independent as a Kirkulus nation.

This is a self-portrait of a young Arthurian.

In fact, it also has the "perpetrator" dimension, supported by the Kirkursian State and killed on an equal footing with the wizard with the weapons of science.

However, the Artel government decided that there had been no indiscriminate bombing by air force carried out by the Kirkulusian armed forces or inhumane killings using chemical weapons, anti-personnel mines, etc.

"Perspectives such as the kingdom of Amitostigma and the Republic of Jigopetalum… The figure of the Kirkurs, spoken of from an objective point of view… was the perpetrator of treating the wizard as a warcraft"

"Do you believe in the content of your personal site?

"Even from the fragmented reports in the newspapers at the time, we were able to confirm"

He even spoke to the curfew critical of the seminary and broke it up by promising to meet him next.