It's all one flower.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Store Manager. I was just about to pick you up."

The frightened newspaperman, as he put it, wore a jumper with the company name on it, held the car key and stayed in front of the garage.

"It's okay. Sometimes if you don't walk a little, your ankles are weak."

Get in the passenger seat of the wagon car with the help of a newspaper store.

Due to the prolonged war, newspapers became thinner, but newspaper stores had plenty of fuel.

The headquarters of the Starlight newspaper in the Federation of Barbatum regularly sends fuel to the Wristver branch as relief supplies. Because the branches of the Autonomous Communities pay the newspaper outlets responsible for sales and delivery properly.

Kufushenka can be transported to the church of those with elite priests in the cathedral as an interpreter of the Ferretolum priest, who is often interviewed.

Today is the day that Priest Ferrettorum goes to the Eastern Church.

"I got a letter from the haulier in the middle of the night."

"Heh, what did it say?

Kufushenka explained the matter of relief supplies only by scratching.

For a moment, the newspaper man turns to the large envelope held by Kufshenka and immediately turns to the front and says:

"Not just pots and balls, but also hardware and bundle ingredients so that there are more mouths to work with. I can't believe there was this kind of charity in the world."

Needless to say, I criticise the messengers of the star world since Mr. Rigol took up his post as delegate.

"Sure enough, it could have been an organization in the kingdom of Amitostigma that provides meal support to poor families."

"Oh, that's what makes me feel like eating monkeys."

I say it in a really impressive voice and later concentrate on driving.

The city flowing through the windows has completely changed.

Once the estate district was a neat neighborhood where the wealthy lived, but now it was rough without the shadows you see in the battle between the Nemus Liberation Army and the star sign.

Houses whose inhabitants have died or who do not have the resources to repair them are left to be destroyed. Reconstruction and repair also lacked artisan hands and construction materials, did not dare to take them, and many houses just applied tongue and other things with gum tape for first aid.

The Nemus Liberation Army, as the end of the battle, removed debris from the completely destroyed building before leaving the Autonomous Community. For that matter, restoration work started early, but there are still many unspoiled areas.

The Eastern Diocese, on the contrary, has lost the face of that Barack Street.

Decent roads are in place, and wagon cars run smooth asphalt pavements almost (mostly) without shaking.

The dwellings are dominated by prefabricated makeshift dwellings, but they are not comparable to barack huts just tongued together. Many residents of the Eastern Parish rejoice that it doesn't have to leak.

The construction of permanent dwellings, including wooden mortar apartments and reinforced concrete collective dwellings, is also progressing.

Disparities in the living environment in the Listwer Autonomous Region were shrinking slightly.

In the vestibule of the Eastern Church, I saw a ni monk circled with only ten followers and spoke with some enthusiasm.

"Why aren't you talking inside when it's so cold?

"Oh, good morning, newspaperman. Obsessed with writing diagrams…"

The monk shows the ground with a stick.

"If I had a pot, I would be able to cook, but I also told him I needed a kitchen."

"Right. You can't cook on a rainy day without a roof."

Supported by a newspaper store, he got off the passenger seat of a wagon car and Kufushenka joined the story.

The East Church is surrounded by makeshift homes.

Each room has no kitchen, toilet or bath. A joint toilet is set up outdoors by men and women, and the bath is a tent set up by the bureau in the open space.

There is one place in each building, but you can't call it a kitchen after all, just burning firewood in a concrete block.

"You got a lot of cans with food aid."

"Yep. Thank you very much."

"People from the town factory are collecting empty cans to make pots."

"Collect them, melt them, flush them into moulds"

"Turn the firewood, too."

The inhabitants of the Eastern Diocese explain it orally.

"Heh, so, did you have a pot?

When the newspaperman hears, he shakes his neck sideways with a sinister face.

The monk turned his gaze to the district where the town factory lined up.

The town factory, invisible from here but originally small and poorly equipped, was rebuilt sooner than expected due to the devastating damage caused by the Great Fire and the Nemus Liberation Army raid on the Listwar Autonomous Region.

"The template is still in the prototype stage."

"So we were talking about doing something with the kitchen before the pan."

"Yesterday, I was told what kind of mon you were, mostly, by a fixer."

"I just found out, and here I am, with no money, no material, and here I am."

He said, "How many monkeys can we do this on our own?"

"What kind of wisdom is that, Mr. Store Manager?

"I'm sorry. I'm a sewer... I'll talk to the carpenter later."

Even if you're a star road craftsman at a sip, if your specialty is different, you're welcome.

Artisans in the star roads in the building sector are busy with more jobs and newcomer education and are hard to meet these days. Keeping in mind that I asked my college student's daughter to give me a message, I entered the chapel.

Today is a day without worship, but Priest Ferrettorum also speaks with some enthusiasm to his opponents of a few believers.

Priest Wentus, who interprets at the side, met Kufushenka and the newspaper shop. Return the meeting and speak up.

"I need to speak to Priest Wentus, but you're busy right now"

"Are you in a hurry?

"No, especially since it must be rushing"

"What were you so eager to talk about?

A middle-aged woman answered when the newspaper asked.

"I was told what Banksia's kitchen was like."

Priest Ferretolum, from the Republic of Banksia, explains diligently in a common language, but there are many things that Priest Wentus does not know and he cannot translate successfully into Hunan.

"If I could show you the pictures, it would be easy to understand, but now it's hard to climb the streets..."

Priest Ferretolum blurs in common language.

Today, there was no appearance of demonic soldiers of government forces in the chapel.