It's all one flower.

"What? What's a broadcast nashi even though it's such a big city?

Morph's cry made the adults look in trouble.

I blocked my mouth in a hurry, but it's too late. His shoulders were heavier when he was crushed by the air and his face looked down.

The Morphs are still at their resting place at the eastern end of the Ougali Old Road, halfway between the cities of Muscavito and Ljabina.

This part of the mountain hem used to be a place where horses could rest in tow. Just surrounded by [exorcising] laying stones and stone columns, no buildings, dead grass Bobo.

It parks the truck and wagon car of the mobile broadcaster Praether Missa and sets up a simple tent for the monster between them.

Fifteen of the mobile broadcasters and the Lyabina Civic Orchestra surround the long desk for the conference room.

The piano's grandfather's house is in the city, but not even seventeen people can get in. Besides, it became noticeable just to get together, and I didn't know how the star sign (servant) would work.

The funeral parlor's old man picked him up and brought his piano grandfather Snegg and the orchestra's Cipinato representative.

Captain Solgnac apologizes briefly to the two members of the orchestra and calls out to Morph.

"After taking turns to investigate the city, we found that star markers (servants) permeated the city of Lyabina more than expected. Tell me how far you understand the dangers we broadcast in such a place."

"... maybe we can sneak a bomb up on the truck?

"Why do you think the star sign would do that?

The captain's voice was surprisingly gentle, but the boy soldier Morph was scared and couldn't raise his face.

"To them...... because I say it's inconvenient?

"What part of the news do you think is inconvenient for the star sign?

"What? Er... the refugee camp went well for it, and the Fraxinus Church of Nemoralis and Lacrimaris and Amitostigma helped... the Nemus Liberation Army injected measles (only), injected it, in the villages of the people of the lake abandoned by the Interim Government or in the countryside of this island, erm, the island of Nenia is full of restoration works and so on... because Artel can't contact you?

I tried my best to remember a lot of stories I heard, but I didn't know what was going on in my talk. Everyone doesn't block Morph's obnoxious answers and waits until he's out of words.

I looked up terrified.

... Nobody's mad.

View Captain Solniak.

"The local Lyabina Civic Orchestra could also be tedious. Even if we get out safely, they will have a life in the city of Lyabina."

Representatives of the orchestra and the piano grandfather nodded at the same time.

A radio old man, Joorci, takes on the continuation with an eye on the captain.

"Dissemination of information is not the only job of the press"

"What else... are you going to do?

With the wind blowing down from the mountains, the winter withered grass lowered its head simultaneously.

Protected by thick plastic sheets and [cold resistance marks], it's not cold under a simple tent. Still, Morph's question shivered slightly.

"It's about collecting information and bringing information home safely from it. Editing and disseminating information will take place after you move to a secure location. The timing and location of the announcement, the medium and the destination must be carefully identified"

The old man's eyes on the radio were sharp, as opposed to the captain's.

"As a matter of fact, a short while before we talked about this, there was talk about whether we could have a charity concert somewhere in Warehouse Street."

"What?"

A representative of the orchestra changed the story.

"With the influx of refugees, the population of the city of Lyabina swelled up at once. We built everything where we could build temporary homes, even school auditoriums and gymnasiums, which became shelters. It's a housing dilemma that has no purpose at all."

Morph couldn't see the story and saw the piano grandfather.

The gray-haired old man looks at DJ Rafe and says, nodding to Morph and showing him.

"I'm sure you've all noticed that we collect information in the city of Lyabina, but we don't have a place to hold concerts or bazaars. All that's left is a pricey place, and it's so untouchable."

"Could you lend it to me on the day off, I rang everywhere, but for safety's sake, I said no,"

"Is it also an aust warehouse?

A radio old man, Jorch, stepped himself out on the long desk and asked a representative of the Lyabina Civil Orchestra.

"No, not yet, because we got it in order from the business you were with."

"The Oost Warehouse was a conversation that was negotiated with a human being."

A wizard employee, Cruillo, laid down the contents of the operation to a representative of Cipinato who was unaware of the circumstances, explaining them to a great deal of mischief.

"The director of Libertus International Trade, the father I know, came from Rachka on a single assignment, so I sent him a letter."

"The chief told me that he would help us as much as he could during his stay in the city of Ljabina, knowing our predicament."

Nor did Cruillo and his father say the real purpose of the operation.

Pina's brother says, scrolling around a bunch of notes.

"Libertus International Trade is in the same neighborhood as the headquarters of the Oost Warehouse, and I know the director, so he negotiated with me, and I got a place to rent next Sunday."

The old man at the funeral parlor and the father of the Cruellos said about the negotiations when they went to the grandfather at the piano. Haz, but the orchestra's representative saw Pina's brother with a face like he'd never heard before.

... Jizzy, you didn't say anything to the old man. So you brought him here.

"It's about merchandising and mini-lives, isn't it? Because of the abundance of supplies, perhaps, sales cannot be expected, but the main purpose is not there......?

"Yes, the purpose is to spread the song of peace, and this is its score and lyrics"

Pina takes a seat and gives it to the delegate.

Ella old man's complexion changed.

"You guys, take this...?

"Yes. I've been singing first to go"

"Sneg also told me that you really did. There is still a day, so could we please join in, for once, and let me talk to the general manager?

Representatives of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra acknowledged the joint event when they saw the score "All One Flower".

I wasn't sure what the morph was, but it's settled anyway.

For the second negotiation, in addition to the Kruillo father and son and Lazolnik, representatives of Cipinato were also to go.