It's all one flower.

"We'll start broadcasting in thirty minutes. We have dry radio batteries, etc., if you are using them, please barter within the present"

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, looked around at the villagers and indicated by hand a simple tent ready for sale.

For a moment, the green hedges that make the mobile broadcaster Praether Missa far-winded, brighter, but do not try to move. We restrained each other with our eyes, and at the end, our gaze gathered on the old man, who looked like a village chief, and on the young cleric.

"It saves me time going to the city. Replace it if you need it."

In a word from the village chief, the pedestrian walls moved.

Permission to do business was given, and Leno was first horrified, but froze in the next word.

"Are you sure it's stolen?

It's a word I don't know, but I know how my voice sounded and they said things that weren't good.

Giorchi's and Agoni's expressions get harsher.

Tis gripped Leno's sleeve and Pina pointed her anxious face at her brother.

... I'm sure you said bad things in your old words, but I don't know, you can't say it back.

Leno and the youngsters may have deliberately used old language so that they do not understand.

Jorch turned sideways and exhaled thinly, erasing his expression and turning back to Mike.

"We, the mobile broadcaster Praetermissa, are bringing information to those living in the province that the extraordinary government will not allow to broadcast. Firstly, international news in association with Hunan Economic Newspapers and Time Stream News Agency. Foreign price information, information on refugee camps opened by the kingdom of Amitostigma, support information from the Temple of Fluxinus abroad and charities such as the Congregation of the faithful."

The announcer, Jorch, once cut off the words, said the call sign (call sign) and the frequency.

Mike's voice reaches the houses around the village's central square without having to use the radio.

"Next, the main news in the country. The reconstruction situation in the areas hit by air raids, information on related employment and subsidies, etc. will be pasted by the interim government in front of the relevant ministries, but transmission to the regions tends to be delayed. We'll bring you extraordinary government moves faster than local papers."

Again, the call sign (call sign) and the frequency are communicated.

The green-haired villagers stare at Jorch with a bewildered face but did not pinch his mouth.

"We will also bring you regional news. This village will send you pricing information for the last week in Holma City. Between the news, we pinch songs that aren't military songs."

The calm voice that tells the call sign and the frequency is the same as the usual news.

"In front of mobile broadcast cars, we also have temporary stores for merchandising. In urban areas, advertisements such as personal shops will also be broadcast, and items will be received as advertising expenses. There are no shops in this village, so we won't have to pay for the broadcast"

As previously described, the joulch informs the call sign (call sign) and frequency.

I knew I could listen to it for free and some of the villagers softened their expressions.

"Merchandise sales products include advertising revenues, barter products based on them, vanilla tea collected by knowledgeable bureaucrats, and skilled bureaucrats making cranberries and baked confectionery."

The eyes of the villagers gathered to the village chief, but the old man with gray hair, poured his green eyes on Jorch and said nothing.

From the mouth of the National Broadcasting Announcer, the station name of this mobile broadcaster, "The Missed One (Praetermissa)," and the call code (callsign), the frequency assigned to the FM Cravel event broadcaster, are notified without starch.

"Merchandising also offers a variety of dry batteries. Households that lack batteries for radio should seek them as soon as possible"

... you can't pick up Mike, can you, Mayor?

distance and was not very loud. Even if I had entered the microphone, I would have been confused by the driving noise of the generator and wouldn't have conveyed it to the indoor villagers to the content.

The villagers in the square gaze at the village chief with a rugged face.

From the houses in the back, the farmers came out.

A few of them solidify and join the hedge, and from the gap between the men, they see Jorch standing in front of the microphone.

When the husband whispered something, one of your grandfathers rushed to the merchandising table with a small cage knitted in straw.

"Hello. That's Mr. Joorci, isn't it?

"Yes. Authentic, I'm an announcer for the national broadcast. HQ got involved in the fight, so we started a joint mobile broadcast with FM Cravel."

When Leno explained as store manager, your old man muttered emotionally, "You were safe," and at the next moment he changed his expression.

"And you have a battery? Is it okay if I trade it for potatoes?

"Yes. It's okay. Which size is it?

When Leno changed his mind and responded with a smile, the other ladies, one after the other, spoke to the seller through the crowd walls.

Dry batteries and stationery are replaced with sun-drenched vegetables and [magic crystals].

The village chief pierced his silence, and several men who whispered to the nearby ran to the house.

"What's this powder?

"It is the extinguishing charcoal of the Warcraft and the powder of the bark that becomes the ingredient of the magic medicine. If you have a spellmaker or a pharmacist, it would be very helpful, and even if you don't, it's worth it as a replacement."

The farmers laughed weakly with troubled faces, explaining Awellana, the medic who hid the badge (today).

"All of our villages are scholarly."

"What? But yesterday, the village chief said he was on time if he was a pharmacist..."

Razornik pinches his mouth in surprise.

The men answered with their hands on their mouths, whispering.

"The priest, Ko, is training for the [Blue One-Winged] school."

"I don't have a badge yet, but I've been able to heal a few injuries lately."

"If the pharmacist stays in the next village and has the roots of rainfall grass, he can divide the medicines."

"What rainfall grass?

Listen pretending Tis doesn't know anything.

"It's a grass with flowers that resemble purple… (smears). The petals are a little low."

"I'm growing up in a berth near here, and I'm taking care of it and I'm colonizing it."

"Oh, that, I saw"

"She said she was cute."

"Hey."

When Tis and Amana laughed innocently, the ladies laughed happily.