It's all one flower.

A newspaperman's wagon car runs south through a completely unusual East Parish city.

"I'm sorry I couldn't."

"Thank you for the cheap. These days, we're looking for more jobs, more temporary subscriptions per building."

"Oh, you're making money?

"It's not enough to make up for what the guys in the mall can't buy anymore, though. I just brought it back."

"Yes, but I'm glad."

The joint cemetery of the Eastern Diocese of Listver Autonomous Region is ahead of us as we speak of the bright trillion.

On the border between the mountain hem and residential neighborhoods of the Kublum Mountains, people visit about the time of the funeral or the annual Joint Comfort Festival.

Until before the Battle of the Devil's Asthma Cannon War, every year, along with his brother, Senator Raqueus, Kufushenka also participated.

Last year, it was also carried out for victims of the winter fires and so on, but Khushchenka was busy supporting surviving victims (Risa Yi) and was absent for the first time.

"Are you sure you're okay by yourself, Store Manager?

"Yep. It's warm for today, and I'm not worried."

"Well, uh, collecting money, I'll be right back."

Newspapers set the car off abruptly when they unloaded Kufushenka in front of the cemetery gate.

The wind blowing down from the Kublum Mountains is cold, but the sky is well clear and the sun direction is warm.

Kufshenka matched in front of the coat, rewinding the muffler and walking away. Until now, I had no idea, but the same [exorcism] is engraved on the stone beneath my feet that pokes my wand.

There is not a single privately owned grave in the cemetery of the Eastern Diocese.

In order to combat demons, the bodies are to be ashed to the bones in a combined crematorium.

The joint consolation tablet has a cavity that delivers ashes underground, and neither one nor he sleeps here in the order of death.

If the Naashi Station is "full," a new consolation tablet will be established.

The frisant theme sleeps is an unadorned third consolation tablet. The newest tablet is the eleventh.

Too many lives were lost in just thirty years in this land, which was honored by the central government as an autonomous community.

My best friend Frisian Theme died before turning seventy.

The cause of death is probably malnutrition.

Kufshenka made her hold as much groceries as she could pack in a bag every time she saw her, but she didn't eat them herself and gave them all to her daughter and grandchildren.

"You have to eat too."

"I'll be fine. Because you can drink plenty of beautiful water every day."

The Frisian theme, concealing that she was a witch, came to the land with her Kirkursian husband.

Every time my best friend visited my home, Kufshenka fed me a moose that was so sweet that I couldn't bring it home or a shortcake with plenty of seasonal fruit, and made me drink it with plenty of sugar, milk and jam in my tea.

But once a month, coming or not, she loses weight every time she sees her.

The grandchildren she tried to shred herself to protect lost their lives one after the other to follow her grandmother.

The family of best friends now all sleep here, except for their only surviving granddaughter, Amiela. Its Amiella, too, turns out to be magical, leaves the Autonomous Community and leans itself into a distant kingdom of Amitostigma.

Can the large number of poor people who sleep here say, "I was happy to live here," with their breasts stretched out?

Whose life endured poverty and martyred in faith was for?

In the West Parish there is a privately owned cemetery.

There, too, after the invasion of the Nemus Liberation Army, all the compartments were sold.

The residents of the estate and rural districts had money and did not have to worry about lack of food, but the lack of vaccines resulted in the death of a large number of people each time some disease became endemic.

Those who were attacked by the Warcraft were, of course, caught up in the battle between the vegetable thief and the star's mark, and those who were suspected of possessing obscene power and were killed.

In addition to the fact that the harvest does not keep pace with the increase in the population of the Autonomous Communities, the family of agricultural leaders was held responsible for the impropriety caused by weather irregularities in one year and was killed by mobbed western parish residents.

Just having money isn't enough to fill the poverty in your heart.

... When did a man of faith move here?

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Store Manager"

"Oh, you were fast."

"Well, whatever, I only take some of it in one house. It must have been cold. Please, get in."

Newspapers say as they drive the wagon car to the shopping district of the East Parish.

"A donation pot or something went to everyone in the store."

"Yep. Though I didn't expect it to arrive that splendid on second-hand."

More boxed like new than expected, it reached not only restaurants that were able to reopen operations, but also those preparing to open them.

For a shopkeeper who lost his home and shop in that winter fire, even a pressure cooker and a frying pan are valuables.

In addition to the cooking classes for adults at school and the confectioners who build temporary factories, restaurant owners have joined the lecturers and become more excited than they thought.

Not only does it float a meal in a dish made in an internship, but it also spreads the story that "those who are likely to be hired in the instructor's food factory or in a restaurant" and many students have a practical exam feel.

Even when it comes to cooking, there are limited ingredients available in the Eastern Parish.

The couple of confectioners in charge of the first round moaned that the flour had to be dissolved with water and salt to teach them a substitute (Shigeru's) that could not even be called "bread" just cooked in an oiled frying pan.

Even with that, the inhabitants of the Eastern Parish said they were innocently pleased that raw flour had taken the form of edible flour.

In the second round, the edible weeds picked in the Sheeney Green Space were mixed and cooked.

The couple at the confectionery store are inclined to set fire to their yarn and strive to cook like a dish by stepping on stage.

"The soup here has a reputation for being delicious."

The newspaperman led me to a fixer where Asina lied about helping.