It's all one flower.

The lunch break is halfway through and the diner guests begin to change.

Cruillo scratched the cold soup, and just now, he said, as he came up with it.

"Let's petition the senator's teacher about the house, the job and the school's cot,"

"Unfortunately, the congressional teachers in the Lyabina constituency are missing."

"Huh?"

"Senator Krapifnik has been missing since the Senator's quarters raid in the spring of the year in which the war began, and his survival has been seen as desperate"

"Wasn't there anything else?

When Razornik listened lightly, Coreni Diaphanes nodded.

"Another Congressman Pajomok, with his office open, is probably packing it into the extraordinary government of Rachka, but he is a powerless land people, so it will be difficult to get back to the local area in this situation"

Coreni embarked himself on the tabletop and whispered, concealing his licence with his hands.

"Just for the record, there are branches of the PLA in this city."

"Oh no... or Senator Eva from the Zerneau constituency"

"The message is unknown. Maybe with that air raid... sorry I can't help you"

Coreni lowered his eyebrows feeling sorry for him, but he would not be hairy, such as willing to help his benefactor, a Fraxinus of a powerful people.

Cruello looked up and ate down.

"That's when you said at the Returning Refugee Center that you would rely on a Congressman teacher in Rachka, right?

"Yep. My father and wife are still taking care of me at Dr. Padsnyejnik's house."

"I want to petition you in a letter, so can you give me the teacher's address, please?

Cruello puts out a notepad that binds the copy paper out of his pocket.

Coreni responded momentarily, barely pressured, but with a calm voice.

"I'll take care of your letter. It's more certain I'm in between than going through the teacher's office."

"Ah...... thank you! But, like, stamp money."

"Of course (of course), I'll serve that. No, let me out. Instead, it's Ale, but could you write to my son, too?

"Ah... something, just my own cot... sorry"

When Cruillo was smaller, Coreni smiled with a tolerant smile.

"No, no, no. If you live tight, you tend to lose room for others."

"Something, I'm really sorry. I'll have Leno and the others write it down, and I'll go back to the track once."

"Do you have a note or something?

"If it's the copy paper I got for the replacement, I still have a little bit left"

Coreni saw the watch as chilli when he showed a notepad that had been cut and bundled into the palm of his hand.

"Buy it at a nearby office supply store"

"Is that okay?

Lazolnik, who flattened his diet, startles me.

"Let me get that out. This miraculous encounter and your letters, my son will be delighted."

"We don't know how long we're gonna be here, so we may not be able to receive a reply, but, Roark, please say hello to you."

"Of course."

"Oh, how can I give it to you?

When Cruillo troubled him, Coreni answered by creating a smile to reassure him.

"Please take it to my place of work. Libertus International Trade just around the corner. I'll show you later."

"From what to... thank you"

"Libertas? Oh, just now!

Razornik shows a bunch of notes rolled (meshed).

"Jobs, have you seen them? I'm looking for a clerk to be an instant warrior, but who..."

"We have no experience in trade affairs..."

When Cruillo scratched his head, Coreni looked surprised.

"You're not better suited to the conditions... did you make a note of that?

"You don't have to be among us to exchange information between people who go around the bulletin board, so I'm holding back."

When Razornik said firmly, Roark's father nodded with a convincing face.

The guided office supply store is on the ground floor of a miscellaneous building three houses away from a fixer.

Here, too, consumables were almost replaced by products from the Hudong region, and manufacture in their own countries and friendly countries was limited to sparsely moving goods.

... How long the hell have you been in here?

Keep your doubts down and look for a shelf of notes.

A range of products for companies, two types of notes differ in the width of the line. Neither taste nor taste is good for office use.

... Is there something that Amana and the others might be happy about?

Coreni bought three notes and a pack of hundreds of envelopes.

"What? So many, okay?

"For the excess, please use it to apply for a job"

"Thank you!

Enough left until the end of the lunch break.

Coreni crossed the signal early enough to guide the two to the miscellaneous building occupied by their place of work.

"I don't know if it's coming tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow is Sunday, right? If you can't do it tomorrow, please do it Monday."

There is a guard room just outside the front entrance.

On the ground floor, in addition to the guard room, there are empty stores, and more than two floors are rental offices.

"This is where reception comes together. If you tell me you've come to visit Director Diaphanes of Libertas International Trade, he'll take you on the extension."

"Thank you for everything you've done for me. Please say hello to the senator's teacher."

"It was a treat. Roark, say hello to you, too."

The two left the Miscellaneous Building waving their hands over and over again.

Run into the [jump] permit point in this neighborhood.

Cruillo cast a spell and transported Lazolnik to a neighborhood close to the field supplies store where DJ Leif waited.

"Sorry I'm late. This is a souvenir."

"Whoa, okay? Don't give it to Amana."

"There's only one."

"Oh, that's what I say, Cotto"

While the DJ Rafe cheeks the roll pan, scratch the end.

"I can do the shopping alone, so why don't you go talk to him before you write to him?

"It worked out so well that I was caught up in a trap."

Razornik laughs niggardly.

There is also a lot of misleading information, such as the presence of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana with him, but it is not necessarily what he said about the other side.

I can't help but tell you the home address of a congressman on a boulder because it's not something someone else can give me on their own, but the Roark thing is a lie.

... Which one of you is fooled by Rufus Seminary, or you noticed it and you misled us?

"Well, I'm going to the curse shop now, and I'm going home directly, back to the truck"

"Copy that. Be careful."

"Mr. Rafe, be safe."

I'm just passing a little bit.

What a strange mood to consult the person about the "draft letter that will never arrive" addressed to Roark, but I can't write a far-fetched cot.

Cruillo and Lazolnik repeated the [leap] and hurried to Chernoknyjnik, the underground town of Lanterna Island.