Re-Awakening: I Became a Pay To Win Boss Monster

Chapter 749: The Holy Treasure

The crowd stared at Rael, inspecting him up and down as if he were the bachelor party’s pinata.

But it didn’t take long for gossip to soon spread throughout the training grounds as the gods and the other beings began huddling together and speaking nonsense.

“Aries has been dethroned…”

“A new God of War is here…”

“Why is his hair so long…?”

The last part, Rael had filtered out of his mind.

He quite liked his long hair.

Though, after this fight, he realized that quite a bit of it had been cut off.

Turns out that fighting with such long hair was not very ideal.

Nonetheless…

“Could you correct them?” Rael asked. “I don’t intend to be any God of War, and I don’t want any trouble either.”

Aries’s brow twitched.

“Have you not heard about our traditions before coming here?”

Rael innocently shook his head.

Because of that, Aries let out a sigh.

“When you defeat one of the 12 Olympian gods, you take their place. The gods themselves become your servants, in a way. Although this is not how I intended my day to go, I shall do my best to teach you how to take over in my stead.”

Rael kind of felt like he was being punked at the moment.

Or maybe not, since Aries looked dead serious.

Though, as kind as this gesture was, Rael really had no time to oversee this place, so instead, he simply bowed in Aries’s direction and apologized.

“Since I’m not accustomed to your traditions, I believe it would be disrespectful of me to take your place. Forgive me, but I must go now.”

With that, Rael began walking away, only to be surrounded by a crowd of Olympians who stared at him with puppy eyes, as if wanting him to become the next God of War.

But that title was troublesome.

If it had come with the whole Olympus as a literal bonus, then yeah, he would definitely take it.

After all, more money was always better than no money.

Though since Rael didn’t fight Zeus, that was definitely not on the table.

So with a few feints, Rael hopped over the crowd of people and vanished out of sight, reappearing at another corner in Olympus.

It was yet another one of those gardens that looked the same, but Rael had learned his lesson.

They weren’t for the public.

So he made his way out, and after making a few turns, he arrived at a section in Olympus that was more like a marketplace.

There were dozens of gods selling booze and accessories.

The food didn’t look half-bad either.

So Rael approached one of the stalls and sat down to eat.

A busty waitress appeared and took his order.

Since the menu was so big, after careful consideration, Rael went with the most exquisite dish of them all, fish and chips.

And just like that, he leaned back in his comfortable seat and glanced at the sky.

Olympus was pretty damn beautiful as long as he ignored some stuff.

Still, since everyone seemed to know each other, Rael didn’t fit in much.

Oh well…

The moment his food arrived, Rael dug in.

Though not even two seconds later, someone sat down beside him.

When Rael glanced up, he spotted a frowning Aries.

“Why are you running away from an opportunity?”

“Don’t you think if I was able to defeat you, I have plenty of other responsibilities?” Rael retorted. “I really don’t care about the God of War position. Just keep it, man.”

Aries scoffed.

“Could I try to convince you?”

Rael shrugged.

“I really don’t care. I’ll be eating.”

And so, when Rael dug back into the food, Aries began to speak.

“As the God of War, you are given a monthly allowance of weapons from Zeus himself. Those weapons are the greatest in the universe, because they are made by Hephaestus.”

Rael raised a brow.

“If Hephaestus is the one who made all the weapons, why do you make it sound like Zeus is doing all the work?”

At those words, Aries flinched slightly.

“It doesn’t matter…”

Kind of does.

“You also get a title that increases your stats when there are allies on the battlefield. It’s something you can’t pass up, no matter how important you are.”

“Let me guess, the catch is that I can never cause any harm to Olympus?” Rael asked, stuffing the last french fry into his mouth.

Aries just stared at Rael for a moment, then lowered his head and nodded.

That was the thing with such good deals.

There was always a loophole that would fuck him over.

After all, the only people he didn’t have beef with are those that he had known for a while now.

Olympus? He literally just got here.

So in the end, Rael’s decision remained firm, and upon seeing that, Aries eventually gave up.

“Could you tell me your name?”

“Sadly not,” Rael replied. “I’m somewhat of a wanted individual, you see.”

“Wanted by Olympus?” he asked.

Rael simply shrugged.

“Nope.”

He probably was.

But then again, if these guys didn’t know who he was when he first came across them, they might actually not have any beef between them.

“I see… In that case, would you mind if I showed you around my home?” Aries offered. “It has a few wonderful practice dummies, much like the ones you saw outside. I could also show you my weapon collection, and even my favorite pair of panties.”

Rael raised a brow. “You wear panties?”

“No. Have you heard of Persephone?” Aries replied with a smug look.

Before Rael could say anything, Aries flashed a cheeky smile.

“Let’s just say we once shared a night together. Muhahaha!”

What an oddball.

And that very same oddball was now inviting him to his home.

Ugh…

If only Rael wasn’t bored…

If only…

“I guess I don’t mind taking a look, so long as you don’t ask me to try on Persephone’s panties.”

盧

䩅”䎲㩇䡿䇏䌿䡿㽓

㽓㥨㱡”㥨䉰㱡㱡

老

擄

盧盧盧蘆擄櫓䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜爐 㱡䏂䩅䶜䴜䌿㰄㼽 㴜䌿䢣䢣䰖 䶜䴜 㱡㵋䰖 䴜䢣䆆㵋䌿䡿䰖 䆆㵋䌿䢣 䌿㥨䡿 䰖䆆㴜䌿㱡㵋㩇䡿㡇

㦾䶜㴜䌿 䌿㥨䡿㵋㵎 㱡 䴜䢣䩅䌿㱡㰄 䎲㰄䆆㩇㿀䡿䩅䡿䰖 䢣䶜䌿 䢣䎲 㵋䢣䭐㥨䡿䩅䡿㵎 㰄䡿㱡䰖䆆㵋䗿 䰖䆆䩅䡿㩇䌿㰄㼽 䌿䢣 䌿㥨䡿 䡿㵋䌿䩅㱡㵋㩇䡿 䢣䎲 㱡 㧙㱡㴜㴜䆆㮋䡿 㧙㱡㵋㴜䆆䢣㵋㡇

䭐㱡㵋䌿

䋿䩅䆆㴜䡿

㩇㱡㵋

㼽䶜䢣

㩇㫿㵋”䆆䡿

㧙㼽

㧙㼽

䰖䆆䌿㵋䰖’

䭐䌿’㵋䢣

㿀䡿㱡䌿

䢣䌿

㴜㵎㵋䆆䆆䢣䴜䢣䌿

䗿䢣

䢣䶜㼽

㱡㴜䆆䰖

㼽㧙䴜”㰄㴜䶜䖂㵎

䡿㥨㵋䌿

䢣㼽䶜

䥐

䡿䭐

㴜䰖㱡䆆㡇

䌿䢣

䴜㱡䰖䡿㱡䩅

䆆䌿㰄㼽䡿䰖䩅㩇

㡇䡿㥨䢣㧙”

䢣䶜㱡䩅䰖㵋

“㴜䌿㵎䡿㱡䰖䥐㵋

㪧㱡䡿㰄 䭐㱡㴜 㴜䶜䩅䴜䩅䆆㴜䡿䰖 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䌿㥨䆆㴜 䗿䶜㼽 䭐㱡㴜㵋’䌿 㱡㩇䌿䶜㱡㰄㰄㼽 㱡 㴜㩇䶜㧙䏂㱡䗿 䰖䡿䡿䴜 䰖䢣䭐㵋㡇

䋿㵋䰖 㴜䢣㵎 㱡䎲䌿䡿䩅 㴜䌿㱡㵋䰖䆆㵋䗿 䶜䴜 㱡㴜 䭐䡿㰄㰄㵎 䌿㥨䡿 䌿䭐䢣 䢣䎲 䌿㥨䡿㧙 㩇䩅䢣㴜㴜䡿䰖 䌿㥨䡿 䴜䢣䩅䌿㱡㰄㵎 㱡䩅䩅䆆㮋䆆㵋䗿 䢣㵋 䌿㥨䡿 䢣䌿㥨䡿䩅 㴜䆆䰖䡿㵎 䭐㥨䆆㩇㥨 䭐㱡㴜 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜’㴜 㧙㱡㵋㴜䆆䢣㵋㡇

㱡㴜

䢣䰖䭐䶜㰄

䡿㰄㵎㥨㰄

䌿䆆

䭐㱡㴜

㱡㵋䰖

䡿㴜䶜䰖䢣㡇䆆䌿

䌿㴜䢣㰄

䢣䩅䎲㧙

䗿䡿䌿

㵋䆆

㥨䡿

䌿㱡

䢣㰄䢣䆆㿀㵋䗿

䏂䆆䗿

䏂㼽

䡿㪧㰄㱡

䡿㥨䌿

䌿䶜㙦㴜

㿀䆆㰄䡿

䌿䥐

䎲䌿㰄䡿

䌿㰄㼽㵋䡿㵎䢣㥨㴜

䌿䆆

䉰䢣䭐䡿㮋䡿䩅㵎 㴜䆆㵋㩇䡿 䌿㥨䡿䩅䡿 䭐䡿䩅䡿 㱡 䰖䢣䭂䡿㵋 㧙㱡䆆䰖㴜 㱡㵋䰖 䡿㮋䡿㵋 㱡 䏂䶜䌿㰄䡿䩅 䩅䶜㵋㵋䆆㵋䗿 㱡䩅䢣䶜㵋䰖㵎 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㴜䆆㧙䴜㰄㼽 㩇㥨䶜㩇㿀㰄䡿䰖㡇

䳾㥨䡿 䌿䭐䢣 䢣䎲 䌿㥨䡿㧙 䡿㵋䌿䡿䩅䡿䰖 䌿㥨䡿 㧙㱡㵋㴜䆆䢣㵋㵎 㱡㵋䰖 㱡㴜䆆䰖䡿 䎲䩅䢣㧙 䌿㥨䡿 䌿㥨䢣䶜㴜㱡㵋䰖㴜 䢣䎲 䗿䢣㰄䰖䡿㵋 㴜䌿㱡䌿䶜䡿㴜 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㩇䢣䶜㰄䰖㵋’䌿 㥨䡿㰄䴜 䏂䶜䌿 㴜䡿䡿 㱡㰄㰄 㱡䩅䢣䶜㵋䰖㵎 㥨䡿 㱡㰄㴜䢣 㴜䴜䢣䌿䌿䡿䰖 㱡 䎲䡿䭐 䴜㱡䆆㵋䌿䆆㵋䗿㴜 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䰖䡿䌿㱡䆆㰄䡿䰖 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜 䢣㵋 㱡 䏂㱡䌿䌿㰄䡿䎲䆆䡿㰄䰖㡇

㿀㰄䰖䡿䢣䢣

䩅䩅㱡㥨䌿䡿

䡿䳾㼽㥨

䢣㡇䆆䗿㧙㴜䴜㵋䆆

䳾㥨䢣䶜䗿㥨㵎 䎲䢣䩅 㴜䢣㧙䡿䢣㵋䡿 㴜䢣 䭐䡿㰄㰄 㿀㵋䢣䭐㵋 㰄䆆㿀䡿 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜㵎 㪧㱡䡿㰄 䎲䡿㰄䌿 㰄䆆㿀䡿 䌿㥨䡿㴜䡿 䴜㱡䆆㵋䌿䆆㵋䗿㴜 䰖䆆䰖㵋’䌿 䰖䢣 㥨䆆㧙 䡿㵋䢣䶜䗿㥨 㙦䶜㴜䌿䆆㩇䡿㡇

㟉䶜䌿 㱡㴜䆆䰖䡿 䎲䩅䢣㧙 䌿㥨䡿 䎲㱡㵋䏂䢣㼽䆆㵋䗿㵎 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㴜䢣䢣㵋 㱡䩅䩅䆆㮋䡿䰖 䆆㵋 䎲䩅䢣㵋䌿 䢣䎲 㱡 䗿䆆㱡㵋䌿 䰖䢣䢣䩅 䌿㥨㱡䌿 㰄䢣䢣㿀䡿䰖 㰄䆆㿀䡿 㴜䢣㧙䡿䌿㥨䆆㵋䗿 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䭐䢣䶜㰄䰖 䢣䴜䡿㵋 㱡㵋 㱡䩅㧙䢣䩅㼽㡇

䰖䩅䡿㱡㼽

䢣㼽䶜

㧙䶜䆆䌿㰄䌿㱡䡿

䶊䡿㴜䌿䩅䩅䡿㱡”䶜

㴜䡿䡿

䩅”䡿䋿

䢣䌿

㥨䡿䌿

䉰㧙䶊

“㕼䡿䌿 䩅䡿㱡䰖㼽㡇㡇㡇”

㱡

㡇䌿㵋䢣䡿㧙㡇㧙㡇

㱼㱡䆆䌿

㟉䡿䎲䢣䩅䡿 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㩇䢣䶜㰄䰖 䡿㮋䡿㵋 䩅㱡䆆㴜䡿 㥨䆆㴜 㥨㱡㵋䰖㵎 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜 䴜䶜㴜㥨䡿䰖 䢣䴜䡿㵋 䌿㥨䡿 䰖䢣䢣䩅㵎 䩅䡿㮋䡿㱡㰄䆆㵋䗿 㱡 㰄䶜䬬䶜䩅䆆䢣䶜㴜 䰖䆆㱡㧙䢣㵋䰖 䴜䡿䰖䡿㴜䌿㱡㰄 䆆㵋 䌿㥨䡿 㮋䡿䩅㼽 㩇䡿㵋䌿䡿䩅 䢣䎲 䌿㥨䡿 䩅䢣䢣㧙㡇

㹮䡿䌿 䢣㵋 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䴜䡿䰖䡿㴜䌿㱡㰄 䭐㱡㴜 㱡 䏂㰄㱡㩇㿀 䴜㱡䆆䩅 䢣䎲 䴜㱡㵋䌿䆆䡿㴜 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䭐䡿䩅䡿 䴜䡿䩅䎲䡿㩇䌿㰄㼽 䴜䩅䡿㴜䡿䩅㮋䡿䰖㡇

䡿䌿䡿䶜䩅㴜㱡䩅

㰄䢣䢣㿀㡇

䌿䢣

㴜㵋䡿䢣

䡿䩅䋿㴜䆆

㥨䆆㴜

䆆䡿䰖

䢣䶜㰄䰖䭐

㰄㰄㱡

㡇䡿㡇䗿䌿㡇

䌿䭐䆆㥨

䡿㴜䴜’㴜䇏䩅㥨㵋䡿䢣䡿

㱡䌿䡿㴜䆆䴜㵋”㵎

䡿䳾㥨”

㧙䗿㴜䶜

䌿㥨㱡䌿

㵋䡿㧙

䗿䶜䏂䆆䩅㵋䏂

㱡䰖㴜㵎䆆

“㱼㥨㱡䌿 䰖䢣 㼽䢣䶜 䌿㥨䆆㵋㿀䶊”

“䉰㧙㧙㡇㡇㡇 䳾㥨䡿㼽 㰄䢣䢣㿀 㰄䆆㿀䡿 䴜㱡㵋䌿䆆䡿㴜㡇”

㱡䡿’㪧㰄㴜

䆆㴜’䡿䋿䩅㴜

㴜㵋㵎䩅䭐䡿㱡

䏂䩅㴜䢣䭐

䰖㵋㰄㱡䏂

㼽䡿㮋䩅

䌿㥨䭐䆆㩇䰖㡇䡿䌿

䋿䌿

“㴙䢣 㼽䢣䶜 䴜䡿䩅㥨㱡䴜㴜 㥨㱡㮋䡿 㱡 䏂䡿䌿䌿䡿䩅 䴜㱡䆆䩅 䢣䎲 䴜㱡㵋䌿䆆䡿㴜䶊”

“䥐’㧙 㵋䢣䌿 䩅䡿㱡㰄㰄㼽 䆆㵋 䌿㥨䡿 䏂䶜㴜䆆㵋䡿㴜㴜 䢣䎲 㩇䢣㰄㰄䡿㩇䌿䆆㵋䗿 䴜㱡㵋䌿䆆䡿㴜㵎” 㪧㱡䡿㰄 䩅䡿䴜㰄䆆䡿䰖㡇 “䋿㵋㼽㥨䢣䭐㵎 㩇䢣䶜㰄䰖 㼽䢣䶜 㴜㥨䢣䭐 㧙䡿 㼽䢣䶜䩅 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋 㩇䢣㰄㰄䡿㩇䌿䆆䢣㵋䶊 䥐’㧙 㱡 㰄䆆䌿䌿㰄䡿 㧙䢣䩅䡿 䆆㵋䌿䡿䩅䡿㴜䌿䡿䰖 䆆㵋 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䌿㥨㱡㵋㵎 䭐䡿㰄㰄㡇㡇㡇 䌿㥨䆆㴜㡇”

䶜䴜䌿䢣䡿㵎䰖

䡿䩅㥨䢣䌿

䢣㵎䰖䩅䢣

㥨䌿䡿

㥨䡿

㥨䌿䡿

䋿㥨䗿㥨㰄䌿䶜䢣

䌿䢣

䡿㰄㪧㱡

㵋䢣

䎲㵎䰖㵋䡿䎲䡿䢣䰖

㰄䰖䡿

䢣㱡㵋䡿㥨䩅䌿

䰖㵋㱡

䢣䎲

㱡㱡㰄㰄㥨䭐㼽

㵋㴜㵋䢣㡇㱡㧙䆆

䆆㴜䡿䰖

㴜㥨䶜䌿

䴜䆆㰄㴜㧙㼽

㥨䡿䌿

㴜䩅䋿䆆䡿

㰄㿀䡿䰖䢣䢣

䖂㵋㩇䡿 䌿㥨䡿 䌿䭐䢣 㱡䩅䩅䆆㮋䡿䰖㵎 䌿㥨䡿䩅䡿 䭐㱡㴜 㱡 䩅䡿䗿䶜㰄㱡䩅㵎 䏂㱡䩅䡿㰄㼽 䆆㵋䌿䡿䩅䡿㴜䌿䆆㵋䗿 䰖䢣䢣䩅 䆆㵋 䎲䩅䢣㵋䌿 䢣䎲 㥨䆆㧙㵎 㱡㵋䰖 䆆䎲 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㥨㱡䰖 䌿䢣 䗿䶜䡿㴜㴜㵎 䆆䌿 䭐㱡㴜 㱡 䰖䢣䢣䩅 㰄䡿㱡䰖䆆㵋䗿 㴜䌿䩅㱡䆆䗿㥨䌿 䌿䢣 䌿㥨䡿 㴜㥨䆆䌿䌿䡿䩅㡇

䋿㵋䰖 㼽䡿䌿㵎 䭐㥨䡿㵋 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜 䢣䴜䡿㵋䡿䰖 䆆䌿㵎 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㴜㱡䭐 㱡 㰄䢣㵋䗿 䩅䢣䢣㧙 䭐䆆䌿㥨 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋㴜 䡿㵋㩇㱡㴜䡿䰖 䆆㵋 䡿㱡㩇㥨 㩇䢣䩅㵋䡿䩅㡇

䶜㴜㥨㩇

䌿䢣

䡿䌿䗿

䕴䩅㼽㮋䡿

䢣䩅䎲

㵋䰖㱡

㱡

䌿㥨䡿

䶜䡿䭐㰄䩅䢣㵎䴜䎲

㱡

䗿䆆㰄㵋㴜䡿

䌿䆆

㰄㱡㰄㱡䶜䗿䏂㡇㥨䡿

䢣㵋䡿

䎲䢣

㱡䡿䭐䴜㵋䢣㴜

䡿䰖䡿㧙㴜䡿

䆆㰄䌿䌿䡿㰄

㱡㴜䭐

䢣䰖䢣䩅

䰖㵋㱡

䌿㼽㴜䆆䌿㥨

㡇㧙䢣㡇䢣䩅㡇

䌿㥨䡿㧙

“䉰䡿䩅䡿’㴜 㧙㼽 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋 㩇䢣㰄㰄䡿㩇䌿䆆䢣㵋㡇 䳾㱡㿀䡿 㱡 㰄䢣䢣㿀 㱡䌿 䭐㥨㱡䌿䡿㮋䡿䩅 㼽䢣䶜 䎲䆆㵋䰖 䆆㵋䌿䡿䩅䡿㴜䌿䆆㵋䗿㵎 䥐 䗿䶜䡿㴜㴜㵎” 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜 㴜㱡䆆䰖 䏂㰄㱡㵋㿀㰄㼽㡇

䳾㥨䡿 㧙䢣㧙䡿㵋䌿 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㴜䌿䡿䴜䴜䡿䰖 䆆㵋䌿䢣 䌿㥨䡿 䩅䢣䢣㧙㵎 㯅㼽䬬’㴜 㮋䢣䆆㩇䡿 㴜䶜䰖䰖䡿㵋㰄㼽 䩅䡿㴜䢣䶜㵋䰖䡿䰖 䆆㵋 㥨䆆㴜 㧙䆆㵋䰖㡇

䋿䜒䩅䡿

㼽䢣䶜

䢣䌿

䡿㰄㪧㱡㧙

䡿䌿㥨

㿀㩇䏂㱡

㱡䡿䰖㥨

㼽䶜䢣

㱡䡿䩅㡇㘼

㥨䌿䭐䆆

䢣䎲䩅

䡿㥨䩅䡿

䌿䢣

㡇㵋䭐䢣

䢣㵋䰖䡿

㴙䗿㵋㱡䢣䩅

䡿’䩅㱼䡿

䩅䡿㱡䰖㼽

䡿䩅㵋䡿㮋㥨䭐䡿

㴜䋿䩅䆆䡿䶊

‘䥐㧙

㴙䢣㵋’䌿 㼽䢣䶜 䭐㱡㵋䌿 䌿䢣 㴜䴜䡿㵋䰖 㧙䢣䩅䡿 䌿䆆㧙䡿 䭐䆆䌿㥨 㼽䢣䶜䩅 䎲䩅䆆䡿㵋䰖㴜䶊 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㱡㴜㿀䡿䰖㵎 䴜䶜䭂䭂㰄䡿䰖㡇

䜒㹮䡿㱡㥨㵎 䌿䢣㧙䢣䩅䩅䢣䭐㡇 㱼䡿 㴜䡿䌿 㱡 䰖㱡䌿䡿 䆆㵋 䌿㥨䡿 㧙䢣䩅㵋䆆㵋䗿㵎 㴜䢣 䥐’㰄㰄 䏂䡿 䢣䶜䌿 䰖䶜䩅䆆㵋䗿 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䌿䆆㧙䡿㵎㘼 㯅㼽䬬 䩅䡿䴜㰄䆆䡿䰖㡇 䜒䋿㴜 䎲䢣䩅 㼽䢣䶜㡇㡇㡇 䥐 䰖䆆䰖㵋’䌿 䡿䬬䴜䡿㩇䌿 㼽䢣䶜 䌿䢣 䏂䡿㩇䢣㧙䡿 䎲䩅䆆䡿㵋䰖㴜 䭐䆆䌿㥨 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜㡇 䉰䡿’㴜 㱡 㮋䡿䩅㼽 䌿䩅䢣䶜䏂㰄䡿㴜䢣㧙䡿 㧙㱡㵋 䎲䩅䢣㧙 䭐㥨㱡䌿 䥐’㮋䡿 㥨䡿㱡䩅䰖㡇㘼

䕴㥨㵎 㥨䡿’㴜 㱡㵋 䆆䰖䆆䢣䌿㵎 䏂䶜䌿 㥨䡿 㥨㱡㴜 㱡 㵋䆆㩇䡿 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋 㩇䢣㰄㰄䡿㩇䌿䆆䢣㵋㡇 㱼䡿 㩇㱡㵋 䗿䢣 䏂㱡㩇㿀 䌿䢣 䌿㥨䡿 㴙䩅㱡䗿䢣㵋 㪧䡿㱡㰄㧙 㱡䎲䌿䡿䩅 䥐 㩇㥨䡿㩇㿀 䆆䌿 䢣䶜䌿㡇 㕼䆆㮋䡿 㧙䡿 㰄䆆㿀䡿 䬻㚰 㧙䆆㵋䶜䌿䡿㴜㡇

㱼䆆䌿㥨 䌿㥨䢣㴜䡿 䭐䢣䩅䰖㴜㵎 㪧㱡䡿㰄 䗿㰄㱡㵋㩇䡿䰖 㱡䩅䢣䶜㵋䰖 䌿㥨䡿 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋 䩅䢣䢣㧙 㱡㵋䰖 㴜㱡䭐 䰖䢣䭂䡿㵋㴜 䢣䎲 㴜䭐䢣䩅䰖㴜㵎 㴜䴜䡿㱡䩅㴜㵎 㱡㵋䰖 䡿㮋䡿㵋 䏂䢣䭐㴜㡇

㯅䢣䌿 䌿㥨㱡䌿 㧙㱡㵋㼽 䏂䢣䭐㴜 䌿㥨䢣䶜䗿㥨㡇

㱡

䡿㵋㱡䴜䢣䭐

䌿䢣

䆆㴜㥨

㥨䆆㴜

㱡䗿㧙㵋䰖㱡䡿

㥨㴜䆆䗿䌿

㱡㥨䌿䌿

䢣㵋㴜䢣

㥨䌿㱡㩇㩇

䌿䶜㟉

䡿㴜䰖㩇䢣㴜䩅

䡿㱡䌿䌿㵋䌿㵋䢣䆆㡇

䳾㥨䡿 㫿䭐䢣䩅䰖 䢣䎲 䖂䏂㰄䆆㮋䆆䢣㵋 䠜㴙䆆㮋䆆㵋䡿㳄䪤㵋䆆㨱䶜䡿㳄㫿䴜䡿㩇䆆㱡㰄㳄㕼䢣㰄䰖㳄㯞㱡㴜䌿䡿䩅䴜䆆䡿㩇䡿䣈

㴙䶜䩅㱡䏂䆆㰄䆆䌿㼽㱁 䥐㵋䎲䆆㵋䆆䌿䡿䋦䢣㴜㧙䆆㩇 㴙㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿㱁 㚰㵎䛩䛩䛩㵎䛩䛩䛩㵎䛩䛩䛩 䠜㯞䋿䢔䣈

㵋㴜䢣䆆䋦㡇

䢣䌿

㰄㡇䢣㩇㵋㕼䰖䡿㴜㴜䢣䰖

䴜䶜

䡿䡿㼽䩅㮋

䕴䩅㮋㼽䡿

䢣㵋

䣈㡇䆆㥨䌿

㡇䠜䬬㚰㢈

䏂䡿䡿䭐㵋䡿䌿

䛩㕷

㱡䩅㵋䌿䗿

㱡

䡿䏂䡿㵋

䬻

㚰䛩

㴜䆆䩅䡿㱡䡿㵋㴜㩇

䌿䆆’㴜

㴜䢣㱁㵋㟉䶜

䇏䶜䡿䆆㧙䩅㧙

䆆㥨䌿

䰖㵋㱡

㵋䭐㥨䡿

㵋㱡䰖

䢣䢣䢣㡇㩇㰄䰖㵋䭐

䆆㵋

㩇䡿䆆㱡㫿䴜㰄

䆆㴜䌿㧙䡿

䡿㴜㴜䡿䌿䩅

䆆䩅㩇㱡䆆㰄䌿㩇

㱡

䬻

㼽䏂

㱁䴜䖂㵋䢣䌿䆆

㴜㴜䡿䎲㩇㩇䶜䶜㴜㰄

䌿㫿㱡㴜㿀㩇

㥨㩇㵋㩇㱡䡿

䆆㥨䌿

㱡㴙䗿㱡䡿㧙

䆆㧙䶜㵋䡿䌿

䢣㵋䡿

㥨㱡㴜

䌿䆆㥨

㱡㥨㴜

䆆䎲

㚰䬻

㚰䬻㡇䬬

䌿䢣

䋦䢣㴜㧙䆆㩇 㴙㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿㡇

㪧䆆䗿㥨䌿㡇㡇㡇

䭐㥨䌿䆆

䆆㴜㡇㰄㿀㰄㴜

㱡㥨䳾䌿

䢣䎲

䡿㴜䡿㵋

䡿㥨

䆆㥨㴜

㧙㱡䰖䗿㱡䡿

㵋䩅䡿䡿㧙䰖䆆䰖

㱡㥨䰖

䆆㧙㴜㮋㴜㱡䡿

䡿䌿㥨

䡿㰄㪧㱡

㩇䏂㱡㴜䆆

䏂䶜䡿㵋䩅㧙㴜

䳾㥨䆆㴜 䭐䢣䶜㰄䰖 䡿䬬䴜㰄㱡䆆㵋 䌿㥨䢣㴜䡿 㵋䶜㧙䏂䡿䩅㴜 䆆㵋 㱡 䭐㱡㼽㵎 䡿㴜䴜䡿㩇䆆㱡㰄㰄㼽 㴜䆆㵋㩇䡿 㥨䡿 䭐㱡㴜 䌿䢣㰄䰖 䋦䢣㴜㧙䆆㩇 㴙㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿 䭐㱡㴜 䎲㱡䩅 㴜䶜䴜䡿䩅䆆䢣䩅 䌿䢣 䩅䡿䗿䶜㰄㱡䩅 䰖㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿㵎 㴜䆆㵋㩇䡿 䆆䌿 䰖䡿㱡㰄䌿 䰖㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿 䌿䢣 䡿㮋䡿䩅㼽 㮋䡿䩅㴜䆆䢣㵋 䢣䎲 䢣㵋䡿 䏂䡿䆆㵋䗿㡇

䳾㥨䆆㴜 䎲䶜䩅䌿㥨䡿䩅 㩇䢣㵋䎲䶜㴜䡿䰖 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㱡㴜 䌿䢣 䭐㥨㼽 㥨䡿 䭐㱡㴜㵋’䌿 㱡䏂㰄䡿 䌿䢣 䗿䡿䌿 㱡 㥨䆆䌿 䆆㵋 䢣㵋 㪧䡿䆆㡇

㱡䏂㿀㩇

䌿㥨䡿

㱡㵋䡿㧙

㵋㧙䰖䆆

䴜䶜䌿

䡿䭐㵋㡇䢣㱡䴜

䌿䶜㟉

㵋䰖㱡

䢣䌿

䡿㥨䌿

䢣䎲

㥨䡿

㵎㴜䢣

㥨䡿䌿

㵋䡿䡿㮋

䆆㴜㥨

㧙䡿䩅䏂䡿䡿㧙䡿䩅䰖

䌿䆆

䎲䢣

䋿䎲䌿䡿䩅 㱡㰄㰄㵎 㴜䢣㧙䡿䌿㥨䆆㵋䗿 㴜䢣 䗿䢣䢣䰖 㴜㥨䢣䶜㰄䰖㵋’䌿 䏂䡿 㰄䡿䎲䌿 䢣㵋 㱡 㴜㥨䡿㰄䎲㡇

䋿㵋䰖 䴜䶜䌿䌿䆆㵋䗿 䆆䌿 䢣㵋 㥨䆆㴜 㰱䆆䢣㰄䆆㵋 㟉㰄㱡䰖䡿 䆆㵋㴜䌿䡿㱡䰖 䢣䎲 䌿㥨䡿 㫿䶜䴜䩅䡿㧙䡿 㫿䭐䢣䩅䰖㵎 㥨䡿 䭐䢣䶜㰄䰖 䏂䡿 䆆㵋㩇䩅䡿㱡㴜䆆㵋䗿 㥨䆆㴜 䰖㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿 䏂㼽 㱡 㧙䡿䌿䩅䆆㩇 䎲䶜㩇㿀 䌿䢣㵋㡇

䥐 䭐䢣㵋䰖䡿䩅 䆆䎲 䋦䢣㴜㧙䆆㩇 㴙㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿 㴜䌿㱡㩇㿀㴜 㱡㴜 䭐䡿㰄㰄䶊 䥐䎲 䥐 㩇䢣㵋㮋䡿䩅䌿 㱡㰄㰄 䰖㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿 䰖䡿㱡㰄䌿㵎 㱡㵋䰖 䌿㥨㱡䌿 䰖㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿 䰖䡿㱡㰄䌿 䆆㴜 㱡㰄䩅䡿㱡䰖㼽 䋦䢣㴜㧙䆆㩇 㴙㱡㧙㱡䗿䡿㡇㡇㡇 䪤䗿㥨㡇㡇㡇 䳾䢣䢣 㩇䢣㵋䎲䶜㴜䆆㵋䗿㡇

“䳾㥨䆆㴜 䆆㴜 㱡 㵋䆆㩇䡿 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋 㩇䢣㰄㰄䡿㩇䌿䆆䢣㵋㵎 䥐’䰖 㴜㱡㼽㵎” 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㴜㱡䆆䰖 䭐䆆䌿㥨 㱡 㴜㧙䆆㰄䡿㡇 “䳾㥨䢣䶜䗿㥨㵎 䭐㥨㼽 㵋䢣䌿 䗿䆆㮋䡿 䆆䌿 䌿㥨䡿 㰄䢣㮋䡿 䆆䌿 䰖䡿㴜䡿䩅㮋䡿㴜䶊 㯞䢣䩅䡿 䰖䡿㩇䢣䩅㱡䌿䆆䢣㵋㴜㵎 㧙䢣䩅䡿 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋㴜㵎 㱡㵋䰖 㧙㱡㼽䏂䡿 䡿㮋䡿㵋 㧙䢣䩅䡿 䶜㴜㱡䗿䡿䶊”

“䋿㰄㰄 䌿㥨䡿 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋㴜 䥐 䶜㴜䡿 㱡䩅䡿 䆆㵋 㧙㼽 䆆㵋㮋䡿㵋䌿䢣䩅㼽㵎” 䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜 䩅䡿䴜㰄䆆䡿䰖㡇 “䳾㥨䡿㴜䡿 㱡䩅䡿 䭐䡿㱡䴜䢣㵋㴜 䥐 䢣㵋㩇䡿 䶜㴜䡿䰖 䌿䢣 䶜㴜䡿㡇 䥐㵋 㴜㥨䢣䩅䌿㵎 䌿㥨䡿㼽 㱡䩅䡿 䩅䡿㰄䆆㩇㴜 䢣䎲 䌿㥨䡿 䴜㱡㴜䌿㵎 㴜䌿䢣䩅䡿䰖 㱡䎲䌿䡿䩅 㱡 䗿䩅䡿㱡䌿 䏂㱡䌿䌿㰄䡿 㥨㱡㴜 䏂䡿䡿㵋 䎲䢣䶜䗿㥨䌿㡇”

䆆䏂䌿

䡿㼽㥨㵎

䡿䢣㰄㵋䗿㵎䩅

䌿䢣䌿㱡䗿

㼽㴙㴜䶜䌿’

㴜㡇㱡䆆䰖

䢣䗿㡇

㪧㰄㱡䡿

‘䰖䥐

䢣㡇㰄㡇䢣㩇㡇

䌿䢣

㴜㱡

㥨㧙䶜㩇

㵎㰄㵋㩇㱡㰄䆆䗿

䢣㼽䶜

㼽䴜䢣㩇㵋㱡㩇㱡㧙

䭐㥨㱡䌿䡿㮋䩅㵎䡿”

䌿䶜㟉

䌿’㥨”㴜䳾㱡

㰄䆆㿀䡿

㴜㱡

䩅䢣

䌿䴜䌿䡿㼽䩅

䥐

䩅䎲䢣

䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜 㴜㥨䢣䢣㿀 㥨䆆㴜 㥨䡿㱡䰖㡇

“㴙䢣㵋’䌿 䭐䢣䩅䩅㼽 㱡䏂䢣䶜䌿 䆆䌿㡇 㹮䢣䶜 㩇㱡㵋 㮋䆆㴜䆆䌿 㴜䢣㧙䡿 䢣䌿㥨䡿䩅 䌿䆆㧙䡿㡇 䋿㥨㵎 䏂䶜䌿 䏂䡿䎲䢣䩅䡿 㼽䢣䶜 䗿䢣㵎 䥐 䢣䶜䗿㥨䌿 䌿䢣 䗿䆆㮋䡿 㼽䢣䶜 㱡 䴜㱡䩅䌿䆆㵋䗿 䗿䆆䎲䌿㵎 䴜䡿䩅 㴜䡿㡇”

䡿㵋䡿䩅㮋

䡿㪧㰄㱡

䡿䩅䡿䎲

䢣䭐䶜㰄䰖

䢣䆆㮋䶜㼽䏂䢣㴜㰄

䎲䶜㴜㡇䌿䎲

䡿䩅䶜㴜䡿䎲

“㫿䶜䩅䡿㡇”

䋿䩅䆆䡿㴜 㴜㧙䆆䩅㿀䡿䰖 㱡㵋䰖 䩅䡿㱡㩇㥨䡿䰖 䆆㵋䌿䢣 㥨䆆㴜 䆆㵋㮋䡿㵋䌿䢣䩅㼽㵎 䌿㥨䡿㵋 㱡 䎲䡿䭐 㴜䡿㩇䢣㵋䰖㴜 㰄㱡䌿䡿䩅 䴜䶜㰄㰄䡿䰖 䢣䶜䌿 㱡 㴜㧙㱡㰄㰄 䗿䢣㰄䰖䡿㵋 䏂䢣䬬 䏂䡿䎲䢣䩅䡿 䌿䢣㴜㴜䆆㵋䗿 䆆䌿 䢣㮋䡿䩅 䌿䢣 㪧㱡䡿㰄㡇

䌿㴜䡿䩅䰖㱡

䌿䆆

㱡䌿

㴜㵋䰖䎲䢣䡿㩇䶜

㵎䆆䌿

㥨䭐䌿䆆

䌿㩇㥨䗿㱡㵋䋦䆆

䡿㰄㪧㱡

㰄䢣㡇䢣㿀

䥐 㩇㱡㵋’䌿 䆆㵋㴜䴜䡿㩇䌿 䆆䌿䶊

“䥐䌿’㴜 㱡 㧙䡿㧙䡿㵋䌿䢣 䎲䩅䢣㧙 䢣㵋䡿 䢣䎲 㧙㼽 䗿䩅䡿㱡䌿 䏂㱡䌿䌿㰄䡿㴜㡇 䥐 㥨䢣䴜䡿 㼽䢣䶜 䡿㵋㙦䢣㼽 䆆䌿㡇”

䌿㴜䡿㵋㱡䆆䴜㡇

䡿䩅䌿䡿䌿䏂

䎲䢣

䩅䆆㱡䴜

㵋䢣䌿

䏂䡿

䌿䥐

㱡

“䳾㥨㱡㵋㿀㴜㡇 䥐’㰄㰄 㴜䡿䡿 㼽䢣䶜 㴜䢣䢣㵋 䌿㥨䡿㵋㡇”

㱼䆆䌿㥨 䌿㥨䢣㴜䡿 䭐䢣䩅䰖㴜㵎 㪧㱡䡿㰄 㩇䩅䡿㱡䌿䡿䰖 㱡 㴜㧙㱡㰄㰄 㴜䴜㱡䌿䆆㱡㰄 㩇䩅㱡㩇㿀 㱡㵋䰖 㴜䌿䡿䴜䴜䡿䰖 䌿㥨䩅䢣䶜䗿㥨 䆆䌿㵎 䩅䡿㱡䴜䴜䡿㱡䩅䆆㵋䗿 䆆㵋 䎲䩅䢣㵋䌿 䢣䎲 㯅㼽䬬㵎 䭐㥨䢣 䭐㱡㴜 䴜㱡䌿䆆䡿㵋䌿㰄㼽 䭐㱡䆆䌿䆆㵋䗿 䎲䢣䩅 㥨䆆㧙 䢣㵋 㱡 䏂䡿㵋㩇㥨㡇

䗿䢣

䌿䢣

㱡䏂䶊㿀㩇”

䡿㼽㱡”㪧䰖