It's all one flower.

Roark was only able to hang up four inquiry calls until the front door of the district office closed at seventeen.

None of the schools have monthly relief measures for the needy.

More than two years after the start of the war on demonic asthma guns, a large number of unemployed people emerged.

Even in the school-for-profit study school, which weighs heavily on academics, they are not willing to give relief to the poor.

The school was suspended due to the appearance of the Warcraft, resulting in delays in learning.

Complementary courses to be filled are already full of frames, and there are even places where you can't take courses even if you have money.

Some schools offer microbus transfers for households where private cars are not available, but gas bills were raised.

Since the beginning of the war, logistics has lagged behind due to the blockade of the lake by the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, involving not only the Republic of Nemoralis and the Republic of Artel, which are parties to the war, but also neighbouring countries, and prices have risen.

Especially the soaring wheat and fuel, and in the last two years or so in Artel, small and medium-sized enterprises without health have been bankrupt one after the other. Personal shops have also been hit hard, with shutters running in the mall.

In accordance with the doctrine of Kirkulus, if it is a formal school, there is no self-financing of tuition, except for study schools and preparatory schools.

All four houses, at the end of the day, were told to listen in the church.

After seventeen o'clock, there are fewer people at once, and the coffee shop in front of the district office, and there are only two other groups of business people in the corner seats besides Rourke.

While waiting for Klaustra, sipping an unsavory substitute coffee, touch the tablet terminal. Spent some time listening to the content of the business conversation while fleshing out on the notes I took during the call.

Finish writing information on the school, in a queue of order, and also information obtained from nearby adults.

Far from the front door of the district office, he responded to the story of a young man he did not know in his spare time.

It seems that several companies, as well as the first company employee to talk to, have shifted to eliminate the holidays.

Some establishments that have been able to obtain satellite mobile communication systems have a small data capacity to communicate at a time, so they say that the line will be picked up as much time as possible until night shifts are made.

If we can't use this one yet, we'll have to rely on a pay phone to call a business partner whose phone line has been restored.

So far, there has been no talk of a line of pay phones being attacked by a warcraft, but the people of the capital, Rufus, say they have no choice but to line up frightened.

The business premises occupying the building, where the Warcraft sits on the roof, also decided that it apparently would not move from there, and the majority of the divisions resumed their work.

Restoration of the communication equipment installed on the roof cannot be reached unless the extermination of the Warcraft has been completed. Base stations and antennas for terminals are often on the rooftops of buildings.

Telephones also have models that can communicate directly with artificial satellites, but are expensive on a small number of them.

The rooftops of the city of Ignikans were hunted down by the material maker Putnik, but still untouched in the capital, Rufus.

The need to restore the poles and the surrounding wires made the telephone available, but there were many places where the aim of restoration was not even possible, mainly at the offices occupying the building.

... There are still few places where the internet can be used, and there's no such thing as economic damage or spills.

The major telecommunications companies that own lake bottom cables declared that they would not embark on restoration work unless the Demon Asthma Gun War ended.

Companies in the Federation of Barbatum, which have made their name known for the Rufus Industrial Park project, step on two feet saying they can't talk about communication lines being unavailable. Some of them have announced a complete withdrawal.

... With that said, what's going on with the Artel Army base now?

Since when, there have been no military relations articles in Artel's newspapers.

Enough for the Roarks to gather information. Nemoralis government forces would also send soldiers with land exploration to the mainland of Artel as spies.

Even if you buy a newspaper with no food on its face and just take it back with [jump], it will be quite informative.

"Thank you for waiting."

A clerk, Klaustra, opens the coffee shop door thinly and peeks into his face. Roark drank the rest of the chilled substitute coffee at once.

Return to the hub of the Miscellaneous Building and deposit the terminal with Klaustra.

"How'd it go over there?

"Excuse me, there were so many people I could only hang four houses"

Return the rest of the coin.

Klaustra cleaned up the coins in a desk drawer by stripping them.

"Right. This one showed up after noon with a warcraft, and it was gone by then."

"Huh?

Klaustra let Roark play the video on his tablet terminal as he sat nearby.

A four-eyed wolf kicks the crowd of people fleeing.

He chops off the neck of a fallen company employee and bites Slack's leg off trying to escape.

Like the double-headed wolf who broke into the Rufus Light Mark Church, it is clear that the purpose is not predation, but murder.

A guard stood in his hand with a special guard in a square that instantly turned into a sea of blood.

People fight ahead and flee into the government building of Rufus South District Office.

When one fell, the one whose feet had been taken fell even further, and the next could not even be pushed from behind to stop, and a man folded over at the entrance. Many escape through the fallen, but they fall once, but at the end of the day, they can't get up.

The police car siren sounds thin.

A car avoiding a fugitive collides head-on with a truck in an opposing lane.

He who asks for help from a nearby store and knocks on the door.

The one who closes the store door and blocks it with a chair or something.

One after the other jumped out into the driveway and was struck by the rear car.

There's only one four-eyed wolf.

Upon the arrival of the patrol car, no one lived and moved in front of the district office, and the Warcraft disappeared.

"Four-eyed wolf and eye met, but nothing was done"

"Huh?"

"Perhaps he was ordered to kill a powerless people."

"How do you know?

"They smell magic. Normally, I prefer a powerful people."

Roark didn't know how to react.

"Uh... the phone is less informative than it takes time, so I thought I'd go around directly with the school and the church, what do we do?

For the time being, I asked him while he thought he would tell me not to come to the mainland of Artel.

"I'll accompany you. Set the order to turn by next week."

"Copy that!"

Roark is surprised by the unexpected answer, but responds instantly that he doesn't even wish.

He asked to investigate the state of line restoration in the south and west of Nemoralis Island and the base of the Artel Army and returned to Lanterna Island.