It's all one flower.

"Skinum! I need a little help over here"

"Yes!"

In the voice of manager Gentius, the former theological student's store number pulled into the back working room.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana drops that back off with the eye of seeing something incredible.

"It just shreds the material, but I've been helping out lately."

Roark said as he picked up an envelope with a sticky note from the shelf behind the counter.

"This is for the usual."

The handwriting of arranging the spells on the counter is as vivid as if he had been at work for over a decade, but it's only been a year since he came to the spellhouse.

Awellana also arranges the magic drugs for consideration out of the bag. This is the usual combination.

Waiting for both sides to confirm and clean up the merchandise and consideration, Aviace, Awellana's brother, issued a draft letter.

"Roark, as you taught me, that's when I asked the kids I met at the Returning Refugee Center to write."

'Cause I'm not here. I made it into a cot.'

"You'll be busy, and I'll come get it tomorrow morning."

As his brother floated his hips, Roark hastily held him back.

"But you're in a hurry, aren't you?

"I just need to write by Monday morning"

"I'm only busy in the morning."

Roark spread a bunch of folded copy paper and quickly ran his gaze.

The main caveat that Cruillo heard earlier was that "it should not be written in a letter addressed to Roark".

Location of Roark, pharmacist (dull) To be accompanied by Awellana and his brother Aviace, possession of tablet terminals, to and from the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, the Kingdom of Amitostigma and the island of Lanterna [leap], relations with organizations aiming for peace without the use of force, the activities of mobile broadcasters in general and the characteristics of their companions who, at the time of the coup, were not in the Returning Refugee Centre… too much cannot be written.

The six Cruillos twisted their heads and rewrote them over and over again, and this is what they managed to put together.

I envied his recent developments, which I heard from Roark's father, Coreni, and focused on their own.

Advised by announcer Jorch, he mixed the appearance of Yarbraka, anchored by the disturbance of the Scale Spider (Urocogmo), a vinagrato resumed by the brothers and sisters of the people of the lake.

All are cities with star markers.

What I want Coreni to know is, perhaps, information about an area where the people of the lake make up the majority and where star signs cannot enter. Even if you don't have the information you want, you can't complain about the wack you are known to have read the letter addressed to Roark on your own.

... Roark, in your father's reaction, he said he would see how well our cotto was grasped by the star sign, but would it work that well?

After I give you the letter, I run out of business to see you.

Neither Awellana nor Aviace figured out how to see the reaction.

"This from manager Leno, if I dig a little deeper, I think I'll take care of it and bake it"

Roark put the draft of the letter on the counter and pointed at it, surrounding it with his fingers.

Roark, you're a powerless people, just like me, but you've been to commercial high school, and you've got plenty of credentials to be instant fighters in affairs and accounting, so you're safe after graduation, right?

Me too, I got a lot of qualifications for food relations, but wheat and other price increases are amazing everywhere I go, and a lot of bakeries and stuff are closed, so I can't get a job.

Life is critical because I can pick and sell herbal tea and medicine ingredients around here, but if I don't have an address, it's tight.

In the meantime, I saw the subsistence allowance announcement on the board of the bureau, but I couldn't even accept the application because I didn't have an address because it was temporary.

There were people who gave me dictionaries and textbooks because there were quite a few people who would be nice to me and I didn't graduate and use them anymore, but I'm not crazy enough to teach Tis to study, so I'm asking him to read it for himself.

Mr. Roark, thank you for teaching the Tis to study when we were together.

I think I've learned how to self-study and it's helping.

Even Lyabina plans to sell things picked up in the mountains and stuff.

I hope I can get permission somewhere nice, but I haven't decided where to sell it yet.

"What part of this do you dig?

"Give me a more troubled feeling, for example, that you want to decide where to live and let Elantis go to school, and maybe I should emphasize it."

Awellana recalled that Kirkulus was a doctrine that encouraged study.

"But if it's really a trick to go to school, wouldn't rejection be a tricky trick?

"The neighborhood, because I want to be with Mr. Cruello or something, can be deluded, because it's actually a problem, a housing problem that I can't call my family to."

"I went to Mr. Snegg's house while everyone was writing."

My brother Aviace and I, the funeral home Agoni, visited the piano player's house belonging to the Lyabina Civil Orchestra, relying on the address they gave us.

Sneg welcomed the two of them and told us all about the situation in the city of Ljabina.

"Lyabina has a lot of people on land, so the star sign (servant) is quite pervasive, and the preaching is sneaking along," he said.

"I knew it...... how about terrorism?

"It's not there at all, and he's fine."

"I guess that's all there is to it, a lot of people and companies that have been breathing."

Roark was sighing (sighing) down at manager Leno's draft.

"I guess it's a trick to expand Lyabina into scaffolding so we don't have activities that undermine our economic base."

"So we, you know, you're okay with selling wherever you want?

Awellana confirmed with a little hunch.

"Mr. Snegg wants to talk to you about whether we can have a joint outdoor concert with the orchestra."

"If you're with a local, you'll be fine, but Mr. Awellana must be careful not to face that guy"

"During the day of the week, I don't think you're coming."

"Otherwise, be careful not to touch people in the city of Lyabina... because I don't know where or who's watching"

The green-haired siblings were puzzled by the boy's harsh expression.

"Doesn't seem like you'd have to worry about being harmed?

I don't know why Roark would be so vigilant about his real father's movements by now.

Not only did he seem to be busy with the activities of star markers (servants), but he also seemed to be busy with the usual business of Libertus International Trade, and he didn't seem to have time for mobile dealerships.