It's all one flower.

The letter to Roark was decided to be given Monday.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana and her brother Aviace do not write because they lay down their presence in Coreni, Roark's father.

The two [jumped] Saturday morning to Lanterna Island with a bunch of drafts.

The morning underground town of Chernoknyjnik is quiet, except for the restaurants that are open for breakfast. People on the way to work cross the corridor early enough, and clerks on sale work silently.

According to Cruillo, who came a few days ago, the spellmaker on whom Rourke works part-time increased the demand for exterminators and speeded up the opening of the store by an hour in relation to Operation Warcraft sweep on the mainland of Artel. The closing time is the same, but even after closing, they say there is overtime due to ink conditioning work for spells, etc.

As we approached the spellhouse, the crowd increased.

I arrived long enough before the store opened, but when I thought the flow of people was delayed, I hit the queue and I can't see the entrance to the store at the end of the narrow aisle.

Unexpectedly, I met my brother in the face.

"What do we do?

"What are we gonna do, we're gonna buy the spell too..."

My brother called out to those nearest him.

"Excuse me, what queue is this?

"What, we're waiting for the curse shop to open?"

He looked suspicious and the pharmacist Awellana and brother Aviace rearranged awesomely at the rear of the queue.

Twenty or more people wait in line in front of a store that still doesn't have a dragon gall (lindo) sign.

All the forebears wrap around clothes that are surprisingly embroidered and dyed with spells and curses. The whispering is disturbing.

"You've been eaten in the last election long enough."

"Oh, the mainland people, they want us to summon them and let them go."

There's someone else who resents you.

"The habit of not daring to take it, and blaming all the bad cottos on the wizards nearby, I wish I could fix it"

"I don't care if it's the truth or not," they said, solidifying in the faith of a powerless saint.

The Lord of the voice laughs spirally.

"You should take off your colored glasses and face the mirror to see what they did."

"Whether you hunt or not, you're not kidding."

Anyone who joins the conversation later hears.

"How about you pay?

"What do you say?

"The mainland guys, did you get the mon out to get it out?

"We signed with the police last November. The next fifteen days at the end of the month."

"What the fuck? Shiny and tight. So you're trampled down, huh?

I crooked and niggered my lips, but there is a sharp light in my eyes.

Whoever spoke of the payment threw up abominably.

"I signed a stand-alone contract with the builder. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

"Isn't it better yet just to get in touch?

"You, you got away?

"A friend of mine escorted the debris removal from the abandonment shop, but he's angry because he's not in communication."

The line crouched with laughter and curse, but it quieted perfectly with the sound of the door opening.

"Thank you for waiting. Go ahead."

The manager of Gentius hangs a sign of dragon gallbladder (Lindo) and invites guests waiting to open the store. I received the bag from the first customer and just pulled in.

"Good morning. You can book here."

Skinum, who comes out instead, stands beside the door and receives a piece of paper that is surprisingly written from the guest. The guests, who gave it to the boy in the store number, did not enter the store, but followed a narrow passage.

The line proceeded faster than I thought, and the two put themselves in a curse shop sooo much.

At the counter, there is no room for Roark to check the type and number of curses with the first customer.

Guests who come after their brothers and sisters leave one after the other when they only give Skinum the order form. Few customers entered the store.

"Thanks for the good stuff today."

The manager leaves the back work room and gives him a change of price. The guest hurriedly walked away, throwing a short word of thanks.

The next customer tells the name. With an unmistakable hand, Roark lowered the inflated envelope off the shelf and quickly arranged the contents on the counter. The store manager receives a bag filled with items of value from the customer and returns to the back to start fixing the items.

There's no usual laid-back air, it's busy looking around.

There are order slips loaded on the tabletop and the customers take a few on their way home.

"Sounds like you should write it over here."

Sounds like it.

Sitting at an empty table, trying to write down what came on a small note form, I take the order form.

The order form was printed with the names of the [rapidly descending eagle (eagle)] school for attack, the [flying bee horn eagle (bee bear)] school for defense, and the [flying eagle (taka)] school curse for both attack and defense. It is a form of writing down only the designation of the orderer and the number of copies required.

Awellana and the others, what we want is a mobile broadcaster Praethermassa is a curse such as the [spiritual dove] school that supports our daily lives.

There are "other" columns on the edge, but this doesn't make it through.

The armed guests came one after the other, even while the green haired brothers and sisters were wondering what was going on.

... There were so many exterminators on Lanterna Island?

If you look closely, there are many equipped people who cannot be called [armor] after all. Embroidery and dyeing of [Heat Resistant] [Cold Resistant] [Shock Resistant] is not significantly different from the coat of Awellana. From above, some wrapped [protective ribbons] such as [fire resistant] and [impact resistant].

Not only what you wear, but the atmosphere is different from the warcraft exterminators who sometimes face each other here.

After eleven o'clock, a guest finally pulled.

Skinum also enters the counter and prepares a curse as he looks at the order slip alongside Roark.

"Hello, Mr. Roark. I'm sorry I'm busy."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana put an order form on the counter with the required information written behind it.

"Ah! Hello Awellana, Aviace"

"Are you okay? I think I'm tired for a long time."

"What happened?

Roark laughed weakly as he put the aligned curse in the envelope.

"There's been a massive outbreak of silver scale bug fish around Rufus."

"Huh?

According to radio reports, a week ago, in the capital, Rufus, and in the western neighbouring city of Album, a large quantity of silver scaled wormfish appeared.

According to eyewitness stories, the school garden was filled with a group of warcraft at the elementary school in Album City, so long as there was no foot trail. The warcraft of the fish that overflowed through the walls and gates scattered all over the city with their feet like bats.

Even in the capital, Rufus, bug-legged fish overflowed the streets and the Artel government issued a ban on going out. The Army Command not only puts in a special task force against the Warcraft, but also the Army's security forces, which are swept up with automatic small arms.

"But when the little guy walked into the building, it seemed difficult to fire, and the syndicate asked the vendor to exterminate the building of the member company."

"On purpose to the vendor? Because it's weak, I also have a knack for [birdshot]."

"Well, but you're a warcraft. The smaller one is about the palm, but the bigger one is about the base of the foot from the adult's ankle."

Roark spoke of the size of the Warcraft with his hands wide open.

Aviace laughs bitterly.

"If it's that small, you can just crush it with your feet."

Skinum had no voice and saw a green-haired wizard.

Silver scaled wormfish are objects that live in shallow layers of different worlds and are very weak.

Because it is weak and small, if you summon it, you will receive flesh only by the magic of its magic formation.

It is lumpy if it goes against the appearance of a torso resembling a fish. Bouncing with eight legs similar to bugs, but not very high jumping power, it was easy to knock them down for the moment of landing.

Carnivorous, with short, sharp teeth double growing in the mouth.

It is a threat to the powerless people because they can operate on land and underwater, but as my brother Aviace said, small individuals can defeat even bare hands.

Roark fastened the order slip with a clip in the envelope, cleaned it up on the shelf and said.

"Well, anyway, there's a lot of them, and I don't like computers and expensive equipment being destroyed, so the average person who goes to an exterminator and hears that they're weak is also a Russian exterminator."

"Oh, so, the spell store, it's such a big boom"

Awellana, too, leaked an indescribable laugh.