It's all one flower.

Blankets were also hung on the fittings of the carrier so that the hanging sheet did not show the figure inside.

A siren sounds from somewhere and disappears with a long tail drawn.

The spelldoctor Septentorio raised his face from a tablet device he borrowed from Cruillo. In the corner of the screen, the current time is always displayed, but from the inorganic digital notation, it is difficult (hard) to see how much time has elapsed.

... seventeen o'clock... the meeting is finally closed.

Fishermen and druggist (dull) brothers and sisters (today) who read the paper report also took their eyes off the watch and pulled out their shoulders.

From outside voices and noises, I found that the sales of the goods were not Fang (Kanba), but I can't even help with the store number for the three people who are not there today.

Although the primary objective is to investigate the Lyabina branch of the Star Mark, I'm sorry that not one of them can be sold, but three of the Star Way Prostitutes have been working so hard on the grass for this day.

... not rotten objects. Sooner or later, they'll sell it somewhere.

A lot of people and footsteps came into the mall.

Three people of the lake harden themselves on the carrier of the mobile broadcaster Praether Missa.

It stirred my anxiety because I could only tell by the noise and signs outside.

Because I was in the Royal Army, I have regrets in the chest of my former military doctor that I should have been taught the art of [Flying Horned Eagle (Beech Bear)] school, which can be reconnoitred even remotely or over walls.

I now know that the [Blue One-Winged] school alone healed the wounds without anxiety because all the others were done by the troops.

"How about a picture book of" All One Flower "for today's souvenir?

"There are unfinished lyrics and where to continue"

Razornik spoke to the people returning, and Padorik continued.

What do you want me to do?

"Oh, this isn't a song, it's a myth book."

Some of them stopped and started reading.

The spelldoctor stuffed his breath on the carrier and concentrated his nerves on his ears.

"Did your brothers write this?

"Well, Nemoralis Construction Association aspirants."

"The lyrics added after publication were written and pinched by us"

"Just a little lyrics......"

"Come on, you can't decide that. Hey, brothers?

"Right. I bought it at Rachika, so in cash it will be the price it says on the back cover, but if it's barter, you can make it a little cheaper."

Padolrik's calm voice responds lovingly.

After the coup d 'état, the industry of the company he worked for was distracted until he escaped the capital, but Septentorio was impressed by the soft-looking response.

"Hmm, things are cheaper?

"But I don't have anything to replace right now."

"Come over there."

The voice of the guest drifts away and sweat seeps into the spelldoctor's palm.

... What do you mean by selling things is a lot of hard work.

I visited the store countless times as a customer, but when I turned to the sales side, I didn't know what to say to the customer, not to mention the discount.

The spelldoctor Septentorio heard the voice of buying and selling on the carrier all day today and was reminded of his lack of business talent.

A voice that disparages a sale hung from a neighborhood's merchandising seat.

The funeral parlor Agoni was somewhat embarrassed, and Padorik led him here, and Lazolnik, who pretended to be a powerless people, made fun of those who were disgusted in reverse, and Pinatifida, daughter of the bakery, encouraged those around him with a bright voice after the raw (from) voice had turned away.

Filthy words that can't be a joke or serious about being showered by a woman's store number.

The bakery's daughter herself was not light in the way she was accustomed to the place, and the funeral home Agoni put out a helpboat to the woman in the neighborhood.

The bastard figured out that the elderly wizard with the badge (today) of the funeral parlor's badge [the white butterfly that leads] did not defy at all, and that the shittiness disperses is only in his hands with voice and sound.

In the world, there are many who scorn (offer) the weak and throw words that have no benefit (want to do). Their presence never occurred to the spelldoctor Septentorio.

... that I have never met anyone like them... in other words.

I didn't want to be too conscious, because I was noble and a military doctor during the old kingdom. Because even after the republican transition, he continued to be a spelldoctor.

How long have you been protected by your identity and social status?

It is also great to be a green-haired man and a man who can be seen as a wizard at a glance.

Pinatifida can throw wild words at him, but the Leno Store Managers. Not a single one of them vomited such words during the time when men were the only ones in the store.

Words that are not directed at men or wizards are directed at the poor powerless people who tremble in the cold, fine.

As soon as Agoni got in between, it was impossible to stop growing up.

"If it's okay with the stuff, it's okay with this bag I just bought there, right?

"What? All ten, are you going down?

"Don't you have to leave one or something to take home?

The Lord of the earlier voices returns, and Padolrik and Lazolnik are astonished.

Septentorio also thought that earlier was a no complaint.

The value of the "normal bags" that the powerless people would have made from the old clothes combined quantity (how much) to the curse doctor, but the two closed the deal with one picture book and nine bags.

The idea of saving money by sourcing cheap items in nearby stores and making books cheaper in barter was also not in the Septentorio's sphere of life.

... Even if you live long enough, you don't know all about it.

I continued my work dealing with many people since the time of the old kingdom, and I thought I had figured it out, but I was saddened that I hadn't seen many things, such as about different social strata.