It's all one flower.

Razornik rides himself out the window with a cloth bag in his hand. The contents are the charcoal extinguishing of the Warcraft wrapped in plastic bags. The wind rocked the adorable periphery of the young leaves and let his blonde hair soften.

I say as I open the mouth of the bag and show it to the villager with the strange face.

"Merchant replacements, cloth bags, grass cages, dry batteries, and now warcraft charcoal."

An earlier farmer exchanges his gaze with the elder and approaches the rear seat of the wagon car.

"FM Cravel? You just named another one entirely, didn't you?

The farmer stopped when he noticed the letter and logo on the body of the car. The face of a cleric standing in front of the car gets slightly more rugged.

"FM Cravel and State Broadcasting staff aspirations are broadcasting chimeric local news and stuff that the station doesn't broadcast. The bandwidth is the same as FM Cravel's ad hoc broadcaster."

The blonde DJ Rafe explains it in the usual way.

A cleric came next to the elder and pulled his jaw slightly, but the color of vigilance did not disappear from the farmer's face.

The green-haired villagers watching from the cabbage fields also have a less friendly atmosphere.

The monsieur chow was stirred by the wind and rose high.

There's no spellmaster in our village.

"Uh, how about Mr. Pharmacist?

Warcraft extinguishing charcoal can also be a material for theatrical-specified anti-inflammatory agents that act on the intestines.

When Awellana spoke, the farmer turned his eyes round.

"Are the people of the lake there?"

"I've been here a long time."

Funeral home Agoni laughs bitterly in the passenger seat.

The villagers, aware of the presence of their fellow countrymen, finally loosened their guard.

... Cotto says he doesn't even know about the existence of mobile broadcasters, but not even the people inside?

Not knowing who or what information she had received, Awellana was anxiously driven. But I can't turn back now.

You don't have to stop by this village, but you have to go south from the damaged part of Ougali Old Road. Sooner or later, it will hit the village of the former direct jurisdiction.

"Even if you don't have a spellsmith or a pharmacist, if you go and sell it to the city, you'll get a lot of value."

Lazolnik said, the green-haired villagers saw elders and clerics.

"If you're a pharmacist, you'll make it."

"Oh, there you are. So could you please replace this Warcraft extinguishing charcoal, with other materials?

Pharmacist Awellana was at least horrified to find that he would not be made a large quantity of magic drugs under house arrest, as in the city of Dossici.

The cleric is surprised.

"Other material? Not groceries...?

"When you go to the city, it's easier to replace it."

"I don't have a fridge, so I'll have trouble getting some catfish. The flour, the cargo carriage is too small."

When Awellana answered briefly, Razolnik added with a gaze to the cabbage field.

"You have enough food, don't you?

The elder's voice sounded both confirmatory and solitary.

DJ Rafe looks around at the villagers scattered across the cabbage fields and says:

"So far, I'm fine. Could there be a vegetable thief out there?

"I didn't come here, but the villages close to the lake banks and streets were pretty much hit"

The farmer who went to get the elders threw up.

Funeral home Agoni rounds her green eyes.

"Such a wretch on the land of the Lacus Nenia family?

"These are the people of land."

"If you get away with it, you can't catch up."

"The fishing village was also uprooted by the fish they were drying."

The green-haired farmers spewed out their words sharply and stared at DJ Rafe.

"We just want to broadcast."

"It doesn't have to be a village"

"It's an FM event broadcast, so the wave propagation range... uh, the radio range is narrow. If you don't send it in the village square or something, you can't receive it in every home in the village."

When DJ Rafe explained in a calm voice, the elders and clerics began to discuss something in a whisper.

... that? Did you overlook the potato planting tree even though there was a medic?

It's the buds that make the medicine. I can't use it after it blossoms.

I decide I should lay low for being a pharmacist and wait for the story to come together.

The villagers also watched the leaders with anxiety.

The elder turns to the wagon car in the FM Cravel and tells him violently.

"Fine. But we don't serve meals."

"Thank you. Today, it will be late now, so I will ask you again tomorrow morning. Straight down this road, right?

"Mm-hmm. Straight through here. There's no other way."

"Well, tomorrow, thank you"

DJ Rafe does not stay longer than that, and it turns shitty.

In the side mirror, the villagers' howling faces dropped off.

"That, what do you think?

Upon returning to the branch, I heard that the funeral home Agoni was potpourri.

"Isn't there another trap or something?

"Why?"

When DJ Rafe responded instantly, Razornik rode himself out of the back seat. The rafe holding the handle answers with the front facing.

"If you're going to deceive me, I think we're going to treat you in a friendly manner so that we're not wary, so I guess you're just wary of vegetable thieves on Hutu"

"Hmm. You were right not to pick that herb."

Razornik smiles at Awellana.

"Can I pick it? I was upset to ask."

"Immediately after the coup, even west of Cravel, farmers were looted, and no wonder we had the same cot on this side."

In the back mirror, the blue eyes of the rafe appear.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana remembered the story of the village where the Cruillos stopped by with the son of the grocery store.

"I didn't originally go out with the people of Lu, and I had no choice."

Lower your hips deep into the seat as Razornik exhales loudly.

"I'm going to buy it out, because there's going to be a lot of holmas from here."

The city of Holma was a city where only the people of the lake lived until the beginning of the war on demonic asthma cannons.

At present, although a large number of temporary homes have been built and the number of people on land has increased, if only the villagers' errands are to wholesale (grate) vegetables or buy daily necessities, there will be little contact.

"I'm asking you. You can exchange information."

Funeral home Agoni laughed lightly as she undertook to figure it out.