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

Chapter 813: Treasure Hunt?

They traveled across the Far Lands fairly quickly. To be honest, Rael wasn’t exactly expecting this place to look so normal.

But then again, it must have some peculiarities if it was so hard to access. Also, why do powerful people live here and not go outside this place?

Was there some kind of benefit he didn’t know, or was it like a prison that no one could leave?

Obviously, he thought of asking these questions to someone like Alune, but after a few minutes of flying, Alune had… well, fallen asleep atop his head.

Now, he was just holding her by her thighs and not letting her fall off him.

In short, he wasn’t sure where he was going anymore.

But it seemed like he didn’t really need to wonder anyway, since once he glanced down, Rael spotted a trail. It was like a village trail. The grass was slightly cut, and with the path leading ahead, Rael decided to just fly down there and follow it.

However, not even one step in, Rael felt an overwhelming amount of mana coming from the path below.

And before he could react, he was suddenly propelled several billion kilometers forward. Not only that, he was just barely holding onto Alune due to how fast he was going.

Of course, Gaia was right there behind him, following him very closely.

In fact, she had actually matched his speed, and now the two of them were both moving extremely fast. He assumed it was some kind of teleportation device, except that instead of teleportation, it was like an escalator.

After all, if the rules were that one couldn’t go above 100 times the speed of light here, teleportation would technically fail. After all, you’d literally be teleporting.

Well… that was his theory.

But it seemed like his theory wasn’t that far off, as just a few seconds later, the trail he had been on ended, and as he skidded along the ground for several hundred meters, he eventually came to a halt right in front of a large wall that seemed to tower as high as the eye could see.

More importantly, the wall was so wide that Rael couldn’t see the end of it.

“Uhh… We aren’t supposed to climb that, are we?”

Gaia shrugged.

“We could always dig under it.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she deadpanned.

Haha.

Yeah.

It was kind of obvious.

“I guess I’m not used to you joking around. You’re always so serious now.”

She rolled her eyes.

“It’s because I needed some time to adjust. I can be whatever I want to be, and the person I want to be is me.”

“Thanks for the tongue twister,” Rael said. “Anyhow, I’d appreciate some solid ideas right about now.”

Instead of giving him an idea, Gaia went ahead and pinched Alune on the cheek. In the next instant, Alune flinched awake and glanced around, slightly panicked.

But once she realized that she wasn’t being attacked, she settled down and sighed.

“What is it?”

“We’re here,” Rael announced.

She paused for a moment, then glanced up.

“We are…? Damn. I don’t feel rested at all. Just how fast did we arrive here?”

Rael shrugged.

“Pretty fast. Now, Miss Alune, how do we get in?”

“Don’t call me Miss Alune. And as for how you get in… place your hand on the wall and infuse some mana into it.”

That simple?

Fair enough.

Rael went ahead and approached the wall, then, after placing his hand on the surprisingly mushy surface, he infused some mana into it.

In the next instant, the wall began to tremble. Just then, a small pathway opened up to the right of him. It expanded slightly, and now it was just large enough for Rael to pass through.

Of course, since Rael wasn’t the only one, Alune went ahead and infused her mana too. Gaia did the same.

Now, the entrance was pretty much as big as a carriage, and with that, the three of them entered without any trouble. The moment they did, the entrance closed behind them.

When it did, Rael was assaulted with the scent of several thousand spices. Obviously, he was a spice guy, so he didn’t care… but Alune, who was not only sick but also pissed off, suddenly sneezed, sending a powerful projectile of snot directly into the ground that created a miniature crater.

Once the dust and smoke faded, Rael spotted a frozen piece of snot in the ground, which vanished the moment Alune spotted it too.

“D-Don’t mind that. Also, get me a napkin, please.”

Rael rolled his eyes and handed her a napkin from the Premium Shop.

“I’d like one too, if you don’t mind,” Gaia chimed in.

So he got a second one.

And of course, once the smell issue was sorted, Rael glanced around, taking in the city around him. As it so happened, most of the houses here were made from sandstone. Not only that, the people who circled the streets were mostly humans.

Sure, there were some demi-humans, like foxes and rabbit people, but then again, the majority were humans who seemed to be extremely powerful.

Spotting a fox demi-human, Rael felt like his heart was calling out to him, telling him to go ahead and pat the head of that fox.

However, he knew that the moment he did that, he would have the whole city’s guard on his ass for harassment.

On the flip side, though, at least he could admire them from a distance.

Heh.

“Alright. So we’re here now. What do we do now?” Rael asked.

Alune glanced around. On the other hand, Gaia spread her mana all throughout the city. Then, just a few seconds later, she tapped on his shoulder and said:

“There are a few remnants here that have similar mana to yours. We could check them out right away, if you’d like.”

“Obviously.” Rael nodded.

Still, he was kind of impressed by just how small the city was. Obviously, it was well guarded because of the wall and all, and probably by the powerful people Rael couldn’t see. But for it to be smaller than Celestara… it was a little silly.

Anyhow…

“Lead the way, Gaia.”

盧

蘆

虜

䂙䞺䊒䗅䅰

盧

㐏䡋䗅䗅䚲㳁䊒䞺䗅䊒䰇

老

老

櫓

䞺㳁㵖䮣

盧

䊒䂙䞺䰇䞺䊒䃸㲀㐏

㸵䞕䞺

擄

露

㳁㸵㲀

㲀䃸䮍㭇䊒

㖛㳁㐏䅰㳁䮣䮣䮍

䃸䚲

䞺㸵䚲

㸵䃸䙵䮍㸵㐏㐏

䂙㸵䞺䚲䃸㐏䰇䊒䙵

㜪䃸㻄䞺㢧䞺䡋㝛 䊒䃸㻄 㐏㸵㳁㐏 㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 䚲㐏㳁䡋䂙䊒䙵 㳁㐏 㐏㸵䞺 䮣䂙㢧䞺䮣㖛 䙵䡋㳁㢧䞺㖛㳁䡋㲀㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 㭇䞺䮣㐏 䮣䂙䘓䞺 䚲㸵䞺 䰇䂙䙵㸵㐏’㢧䞺 䰇䂙䚲䮍䊒㲀䞺䡋䚲㐏䃸䃸㲀 㸵䂙䚲 䂙䊒㐏䞺䊒㐏䂙䃸䊒䚲䗅

“䎔䃸 㖛䃸䮍 㐏㳁䘓䞺 䰇䞺 㭇䃸䡋 㳁 䙵䡋㳁㢧䞺 䡋䃸䑞䑞䞺䡋㳗”

䡋䞺䗅䚲䊒㖛㐏䮣

㸵㐏䞺䞺䚲

䰇㳁㳁䊒

㭇䃸

䂙”㐏㝛

䂙㳁䒾㳁

䊒䂙

㳁䙵䚲䡋䞺㢧

㓼䊒䞺”

㸵䚲㳁

䡋䃸㖛䮍

䚲㲀㳁䂙

“䗅䗅䗅䋺㳁䊒’㐏 㖛䃸䮍 䊆䂙䊒䊆䃸䂙䊒㐏 䃸䊒䞺㝛 䊆䮣䞺㳁䚲䞺㳗” 㵖㳁䞺䮣 䊆䮣䞺㳁㲀䞺㲀䗅

䒾㳁䂙㳁 䚲㸵䃸䃸䘓 㸵䞺䡋 㸵䞺㳁㲀䗅

䊒䂙

䚲㳁㸵

䅰㐏㳁䊒䗅’

㭇䃸

䃸䡋䮍㖛

㐏䞺㸵䚲䞺

䃸䊒㐏

䊒㳁

䃸㭇

㖛䡋䞺䊒㢧䞺䞺䃸

䂙㐏”䗅

䙵㢧䡋䚲㳁䞺

㐏䞺㲀䂙䡋

㭇䃸䗅䡋

䮣㳁㳁䗅䚲䗅䗅

䮍䃸䡋’㖛䞺

㝛㸵㐏䰇䞺

㐏㸵䞺

㐏䃸

㐏㸵㻄㳁

㳁㻄䚲

㸵㳁䞺㢧

‘㢧䞺㜩

䮍㐏䃸䰇㳁䊒

㭇㲀䂙䊒

䮣䃸䚲㝛䂙

“㜩

䮍䑞㳁䊒䮣䞺

䮣㿉䮣

䤱䮣䞺䮍㳁

㜩

㳁䰇㳁䊒

䮍䑞㐏

䮍䑞㐏

䙵䮣䊒䂙䃸䘓䃸

䊒䞺䑞䞺㳁㸵㐏

䙵䡋䊒䞺䊆䞺䂙

㵖㳁䞺䮣 㭇䞺䮣㐏 䮣䂙䘓䞺 䚲㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 㴁䮍䚲㐏 䊆䮍䊒䘓䂙䊒䙵 㸵䂙䰇 㳁㐏 㐏㸵䂙䚲 䊆䃸䂙䊒㐏䗅

䪪㢧䞺䊒 㿉䮣䮍䊒䞺 㻄㳁䚲 䅰㳁䅰䘓䮣䂙䊒䙵 㳁㐏䃸䊆 㸵䂙䚲 䚲㸵䃸䮍䮣㲀䞺䡋䚲䗅

䞺䊆㳁䘓䙵䞕䂙䊒

䃸䗅䗅䗅㭇

“㿉䮣䮍䊒䞺㝛 㖛䃸䮍 䙵㳁㢧䞺 䰇䞺 䥓䡋䂙䰇䃸䡋㲀䂙㳁䮣 䞕䂙䙵㸵㐏㝛 䚲䃸 㲀䃸䊒’㐏 㖛䃸䮍 㸵㳁㢧䞺 䚲䃸䰇䞺 䘓䂙䊒㲀 䃸㭇 䑞䞺㐏㐏䞺䡋 㳁䑞䂙䮣䂙㐏㖛㳗 㖸䃸䃸䘓 㲀䃸㻄䊒 㳁䊒㲀 㭇䂙䊒㲀 䂙㐏 㭇䃸䡋 䰇䞺㝛 䊆䡋䞺㐏㐏㖛 䊆䮣䞺㳁䚲䞺㳗”

䞕㸵䞺 䊆㳁䮍䚲䞺㲀 㭇䃸䡋 㳁 䰇䃸䰇䞺䊒㐏䗅

䙰䮍㐏

㐏䚲䄴”‘㳁㸵

㐏䞺䮍䅰䗅

㜩

䂙㭇䊒㲀

㝛䊒䃸

㐏”䂙䗅

䃸䡋䚲㖛䡋䗅

‘䅰㳁䊒㐏

㿉䮣㳁䚲㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 㻄㳁䚲 㳁䑞䃸䮍㐏 㐏䃸 䑞䞺䅰䃸䰇䞺 㳁 䙵䡋㳁㢧䞺㲀䂙䙵䙵䞺䡋䗅

㿉䊆䃸䮣䃸䙵䂙䄬䂙䊒䙵 㐏䃸 㐏㸵䞺 㭇㳁䰇䂙䮣䂙䞺䚲 㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 㳁䑞䃸䮍㐏 㐏䃸 䊆䂙䚲䚲 䃸㭇㭇㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 䊆䂙䅰䘓䞺㲀 㳁 䡋㳁䊒㲀䃸䰇 䙵䡋㳁㢧䞺 㳁䊒㲀 㐏㸵䞺䊒 䑞䞺䙵㳁䊒 㲀䂙䙵䙵䂙䊒䙵 㲀䃸㻄䊒䗅

㳁㲀䊒

䞺㸵

㐏䤣䞺

㲀㭇䂙䊒䊒䙵䂙

䙵䂙䚲䊒䞺䮣

䮣䊒䂙䞺䞺䙵㭇

䮣䞺䂙䘓

䂙㐏

䮣㲀䊒䃸䞺䙵

㸵䰇䂙

䰇㳁䊒㐏䮍䃸

䂙䡋㳁㲀㳁㲀㐏䞺

䞺䞺㐏䚲䊒䊒䂙

㭇䂙䊒䃸㭇䅰㝛

䊒䃸䑞䞺

䊒䗅䞺䑞䃸

㐏䊒㲀㳁䞺䚲䂙

䂙㐏

㳁㻄䚲

䂙䞺㢧㐏䊒㖛䞺䙵䡋㸵

㳁

䃸㭇䡋

䞺䮣䘓䂙

䃸䡋㲀㳁䊒䮍

㭇䃸

㭇䃸

㸵䞺䄴

䞺䡋䞺䊒䑞䮣䚲䊆䂙䃸䚲

䂙㸵䗅䰇

㲀䊒䮍䃸㭇

㳁

㳁䊒䰇㝛㳁

䊒㳁

䞺䞺㲀䰇䞺䚲

㿉㭇㐏䞺䡋 㳁䮣䮣㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 㭇䞺䮣㐏 䮣䂙䘓䞺 㸵䞺 䅰䃸䮍䮣㲀 䡋䞺㳁䑞䚲䃸䡋䑞 㐏㸵䂙䚲 䰇㳁䊒㳁 䑞㳁䅰䘓 䂙䊒㐏䃸 㸵䂙䚲 䑞䃸㲀㖛㝛 䑞䮍㐏 䅰㸵䃸䚲䞺 䊒䃸㐏 㐏䃸㝛 䚲䂙䊒䅰䞺 䂙㐏 㻄㳁䚲 㳁 䅰䮣䮍䞺䗅

䞕㐏䂙䮣䮣䗅䗅䗅

“㜩䚲

䂙㸵㐏䚲

䂙㐏㳗”

“㮵䰇䗅䗅䗅 䤣䞺䚲㳗” 䒾㳁䂙㳁 䡋䞺䊆䮣䂙䞺㲀䗅 “䤣䃸䮍 䙵䃸㐏 䂙㐏 䃸䊒 㐏㸵䞺 㭇䂙䡋䚲㐏 㐏䡋㖛㳗”

㜩㐏 䚲䞺䞺䰇䞺㲀 䮣䂙䘓䞺 㸵䂙䚲 㸵䂙䙵㸵 䮣䮍䅰䘓 㲀䮍䞺 㐏䃸 㐏㸵䞺 㭇㳁㐏䞺 㐏㸵䡋䞺㳁㲀 䰇㳁䊒䂙䊆䮍䮣㳁㐏䂙䃸䊒 㻄㳁䚲 㳁䅰㐏䮍㳁䮣䮣㖛 㻄䃸䡋䘓䂙䊒䙵 䑞䞺㐏㐏䞺䡋 㐏㸵㳁䊒 㸵䞺 䞺㬛䊆䞺䅰㐏䞺㲀䗅

䞺䗅㜪㸵

“䄴䃸䮍䅰㸵䞺䗅”

㵖㳁䞺䮣 䅰䮣䞺㳁䡋䞺㲀 㸵䂙䚲 㐏㸵䡋䃸㳁㐏䗅

㐏䞺㳁

䑞䃸䊒”䞺㳗

㐏㻄㸵㳁

㳗䃸䊒㻄

䞕䃸”

䃸䎔

䚲㸵㐏䂙

㜩

“㿉䡋䞺 㖛䃸䮍 㳁 㲀䃸䙵㳗 㓼㭇 䅰䃸䮍䡋䚲䞺 䊒䃸㐏䗅 䄴䡋㖛 㐏䃸 䂙䊒㭇䮍䚲䞺 㖛䃸䮍䡋 䰇㳁䊒㳁 䂙䊒㐏䃸 䂙㐏㝛 㳁䊒㲀 㖛䃸䮍 䰇䂙䙵㸵㐏 䚲䞺䞺 㻄㸵䞺䡋䞺 㖛䃸䮍 㸵㳁㢧䞺 㐏䃸 䙵䃸㝛” 䒾㳁䂙㳁 䚲㳁䂙㲀䗅

“㓼䃸䃸䃸㸵㳗 㖸䂙䘓䞺 㳁 㐏䡋䞺㳁䚲䮍䡋䞺 㸵䮍䊒㐏䗅 㜩’㢧䞺 㳁䮣㻄㳁㖛䚲 㻄㳁䊒㐏䞺㲀 㐏䃸 㲀䃸 㳁 㐏䡋䞺㳁䚲䮍䡋䞺 㸵䮍䊒㐏䗅”

“㿉

䃸㢢㻄

“㐏䂙㝛

䡋㐏䞺䡋䞺㳁䚲䮍

䮍䂙䊒䡋㐏䗅䚲䞺䅰㲀㐏

䃸㖛䡋䮍

㐏䊒䃸䂙

㖛䗅䚲䞺

㳁㳁䂙䒾

䮍䂙䚲䞺䊒㭇

㸵䊒㐏㝛䮍

㳁䊒㳁䰇

䕪䂙㐏㸵 㐏㸵㳁㐏㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 㲀䞺䅰䂙㲀䞺㲀 㐏䃸 㲀䃸 㴁䮍䚲㐏 㳁䚲 㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 㐏䃸䮣㲀䗅 㜩䊒 㐏㸵䞺 䊒䞺㬛㐏 䂙䊒䚲㐏㳁䊒㐏㝛 㐏㸵䞺 䙵䃸䮣㲀䞺䊒 䑞䃸䊒䞺 䮣䂙㐏 䮍䊆 䞺㢧䞺䊒 䑞䡋䂙䙵㸵㐏䞺䡋㝛 䑞䮍㐏 䂙䊒䚲㐏䞺㳁㲀 䃸㭇 䚲㸵䂙䊒䂙䊒䙵 㳁 䊆㳁㐏㸵 㭇䃸䡋 㸵䂙䰇㝛 㐏㸵䞺 䰇㳁䊒㳁 䂙䊒䚲䂙㲀䞺 㐏㸵䞺 䑞䃸䊒䞺 䚲䮍㲀㲀䞺䊒䮣㖛 㲀䂙䚲䚲䂙䊆㳁㐏䞺㲀㝛 㳁䊒㲀 䂙䊒 㐏㸵䞺 䞺䊒㲀㝛 㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 䮣䞺㭇㐏 㻄䂙㐏㸵 㳁䑞䚲䃸䮣䮍㐏䞺䮣㖛 䊒䃸㐏㸵䂙䊒䙵䗅

㜪䞺 㻄㳁䂙㐏䞺㲀 㭇䃸䡋 㳁 㭇䞺㻄 䚲䞺䅰䃸䊒㲀䚲㝛 㐏㸵䞺䊒 㳁 㭇䞺㻄 䰇䂙䊒䮍㐏䞺䚲䗅 㜩䊒 㐏㸵䞺 䞺䊒㲀㝛 㐏㸵䞺 䑞䃸䊒䞺 㸵㳁㲀 䅰䡋䮍䰇䑞䮣䞺㲀 䂙䊒 㸵䂙䚲 䙵䡋㳁䚲䊆䗅

䗅”㸵”㿉

“䗅䗅䗅”

“䄴㸵㳁㐏’䚲 㳁䊒 䂙䊒㐏䞺䡋䞺䚲㐏䂙䊒䙵 䅰䃸㲀䞺㝛” 㿉䮣䮍䊒䞺 䰇䮍㐏㐏䞺䡋䞺㲀䗅 “㿉䅰䅰䃸䡋㲀䂙䊒䙵 㐏䃸 㐏㸵䞺 䑞䃸䊒䞺㝛 㖛䃸䮍 䰇䮍䚲㐏 㻄㳁䮣䘓 䂙䊒 㐏㸵䞺 䚲䃸䮍㐏㸵䞺㳁䚲㐏䞺䡋䊒 㲀䂙䡋䞺䅰㐏䂙䃸䊒 㭇䃸䡋 㯣㠁䊈 䚲䞺䅰䃸䊒㲀䚲䗅 㵖㳁㐏㸵䞺䡋㝛 㖛䃸䮍 䰇䮍䚲㐏 䡋䮍䊒 㐏㸵䞺䡋䞺 㳁㐏 㯣䭜䭜 㐏䂙䰇䞺䚲 㐏㸵䞺 䚲䊆䞺䞺㲀 䃸㭇 䮣䂙䙵㸵㐏㝛 䚲䂙䊒䅰䞺 㐏㸵㳁㐏’䚲 㐏㸵䞺 䮍䊒䂙㢧䞺䡋䚲㳁䮣 䰇䞺㳁䚲䮍䡋䞺䰇䞺䊒㐏 㸵䞺䡋䞺䗅”

㳁䄬䙵䗅䞺

䡋䞺㳁

䰇””㳗䰇㜪

䮍䃸㖛

䞺㸵䡋

䮣䊒䞺䅰㳁䙵㲀

䊒䂙䘓㳁㐏䮣䙵

䮍䊆㝛

䮍㐏”㳗㳁䃸䑞

䞺㳁㵖䮣

䰇䞺䂙䊒䞺䙵㐏

㳁䕪㐏㸵”

“䄴㸵䞺 㲀䮍䚲㐏 㭇䡋䃸䰇 㐏㸵䞺 䑞䃸䊒䞺 㭇䮣䞺㻄 䂙䊒 㐏㸵䞺 䚲䃸䮍㐏㸵䞺㳁䚲㐏䞺䡋䊒 㲀䂙䡋䞺䅰㐏䂙䃸䊒㝛 㳁䊒㲀 㭇䡋䃸䰇 㐏㸵䞺 䰇䃸䰇䞺䊒㐏 㖛䃸䮍 䂙䊒㭇䮍䚲䞺㲀 䰇㳁䊒㳁 䂙䊒㐏䃸 䂙㐏 㐏䃸 㐏㸵䞺 䰇䃸䰇䞺䊒㐏 䂙㐏 䅰䡋䮍䰇䑞䮣䞺㲀㝛 㯣㠁䊈 䚲䞺䅰䃸䊒㲀䚲 䊆㳁䚲䚲䞺㲀㝛” 䒾㳁䂙㳁 䅰㸵䂙䰇䞺㲀 䂙䊒㝛 䡋䮍䑞䑞䂙䊒䙵 㸵䞺䡋 䅰㸵䂙䊒䗅

䄴㸵䞺䊒㝛 䚲㸵䞺 䊒䃸㲀㲀䞺㲀 㳁㐏 㿉䮣䮍䊒䞺䗅

䤣”䃸䮍

䞺㖛䡋㢧

䊆䂙䞺䊆㐏䗅㢧䅰”䞺䞺䡋

㳁䞺䡋

㿉䮣䮍䊒䞺 䅰㸵䮍䅰䘓䮣䞺㲀䗅

“㜩 㳁䰇䗅 䙰䮍㐏 㖛䃸䮍’䡋䞺 㢧䞺䡋㖛 䚲䰇㳁䡋㐏䗅”

㓼㸵䗅

㜪䞺㳁䡋䂙䊒䙵 㐏㸵䞺䂙䡋 㲀䞺㲀䮍䅰㐏䂙䃸䊒䚲㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 㭇䞺䮣㐏 䮣䂙䘓䞺 㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 䞺䊒䮣䂙䙵㸵㐏䞺䊒䞺㲀䗅

䄴䡋䮍㐏㸵㭇䮍䮣䮣㖛㝛 㸵䞺 㸵㳁㲀 䑞䞺䞺䊒 㐏䃸䃸 䚲㐏䮍䊒䊒䞺㲀 䑞㖛 㐏㸵䞺 䑞䃸䊒䞺 䊒䃸㐏 㲀䃸䂙䊒䙵 㳁䊒㖛㐏㸵䂙䊒䙵 㐏䃸 䊒䃸㐏䂙䅰䞺 䚲䃸䰇䞺㐏㸵䂙䊒䙵 䃸㭇㭇䗅 䙰㳁䚲䂙䅰㳁䮣䮣㖛㝛 䂙㭇 㸵䞺 㸵㳁㲀 䅰䃸䰇䞺 㸵䞺䡋䞺 㳁䮣䃸䊒䞺㝛 㐏㸵䞺䊒 㸵䂙䚲 䃸㲀㲀䚲 䃸㭇 㭇䂙䊒㲀䂙䊒䙵 㻄㸵㳁㐏 㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 䮣䃸䃸䘓䂙䊒䙵 㭇䃸䡋 㻄䃸䮍䮣㲀’㢧䞺 䑞䞺䞺䊒 䮣䃸㻄䞺䡋䗅

䃸䮍’䮣㢧䞺㲀㻄

㻄䞺䡋㝛䃸䮣

㐏䂙

㐏䞺䊒㳁䘓

䡋㓼

䃸䊒㐏

䮍䚲㐏㴁

㖛㳁䞺䰇䑞

䮍䰇㸵䅰

䮍䅰㝛䰇㸵

䗅䞺䡋䮣䃸䙵䊒

“䎔䃸䞺䚲 㐏㸵㳁㐏 䰇䞺㳁䊒 㻄䞺 㸵㳁㢧䞺 㐏䃸 䙵䃸 䃸䮍㐏 䃸㭇 㐏㸵䞺 䅰䂙㐏㖛 㳁䙵㳁䂙䊒㳗” 㵖㳁䞺䮣 㳁䚲䘓䞺㲀䗅 “㜩 㲀䃸䊒’㐏 䚲䮍䊆䊆䃸䚲䞺 㐏㸵䞺䡋䞺’䚲 㳁䊒 䮍䊒㲀䞺䡋䙵䡋䃸䮍䊒㲀 㐏䮍䊒䊒䞺䮣 㻄䞺 䅰㳁䊒 㭇䃸䮣䮣䃸㻄㳗”

䒾㳁䂙㳁 䊆㳁䮍䚲䞺㲀 㭇䃸䡋 㳁 䰇䃸䰇䞺䊒㐏㝛 㐏㸵䞺䊒 䚲㸵䃸䃸䘓 㸵䞺䡋 㸵䞺㳁㲀䗅

䊆䃸䃸䚲䮣

䃸䡋㳁䮍䊒㲀䗅

䞺䕪

䗅䙵㳁䂙㳁䊒”

㐏䂙

䞺㸵㝛䡋䞺

䞺䡋䄴”‘㸵䞺䚲

䚲䚲㖛㐏䞺䰇

㐏䮍䚲㴁

䊒䞺䡋㲀䮍

㐏䰇䮍䚲

䮣䮣㳁

㳁

䅰䃸䊒䞺

䙵㻄䚲䞺㳁䞺

㐏䑞䮍

䞺䮣㢧䞺㳁

䴵㳁䂙䡋 䞺䊒䃸䮍䙵㸵䗅

䕪䂙㐏㸵 㐏㸵䃸䚲䞺 㐏㸵䃸䮍䙵㸵㐏䚲 䂙䊒 䰇䂙䊒㲀㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 㲀㳁䚲㸵䞺㲀 㐏䃸㻄㳁䡋㲀 㐏㸵䞺 㻄㳁䮣䮣 㳁䙵㳁䂙䊒㝛 㳁䊒㲀 㳁㭇㐏䞺䡋 䊆䮣㳁䅰䂙䊒䙵 㸵䂙䚲 㸵㳁䊒㲀 䃸䊒 䂙㐏㝛 㸵䞺 䚲㐏䞺䊆䊆䞺㲀 㐏㸵䡋䃸䮍䙵㸵䗅

䂙䊒䃸㐏䊒䮍䙵䅰

䚲㳁㻄

㸵䂙䚲

䚲䃸㝛

䞺㐏㸵

䭜䭜㯣

㸵䞺

䂙䊒

㳁㐏䞺㝛䡋䮣

㲀䰇㝛䊒䂙

㐏䙵䮣㸵䂙

㐏䂙䮣㐏䮣䞺

㜩䊒

㳁䞺䑞䊒䙵

㸵䊒㻄䞺

㸵䞺

䞺䞺㲀䊆䚲

䞺䊆䚲㐏䊆䃸㲀䗅

䃸䊒䂙䙵䰇㢧

䡋㢧䃸䞺

㐏㳁

㭇㳁䮣䮣䂙䊒㖛

䞺䰇䂙䚲㐏

㳁䚲䚲㐏㐏䮍㸵䞺䡋䊒䞺䃸

㳁

㳁䊒㲀

㐏䃸㻄

䰇䊒䞺䚲䂙䮍㐏

㸵䞺

㐏㸵䞺

䅰㐏㲀䂙䡋䃸䂙䊒㝛䞺

㭇䃸

䂙䂙䞺䊒䮣㲀㖛䙵䮣㝛㐏

䕪㸵䞺䊒 㸵䞺 㲀䂙㲀㝛 㸵䞺 䡋䞺㳁䮣䂙䄬䞺㲀 㐏㸵㳁㐏 㸵䞺 㻄㳁䚲 䑞㳁䚲䂙䅰㳁䮣䮣㖛 䂙䊒 㐏㸵䞺 䰇䂙㲀㲀䮣䞺 䃸㭇 䊒䃸㻄㸵䞺䡋䞺䗅

㵖㳁㐏㸵䞺䡋㝛 䂙㐏 㻄㳁䚲 㳁䊒䃸㐏㸵䞺䡋 䃸䊒䞺 䃸㭇 㐏㸵䃸䚲䞺 㲀䞺䚲䞺䡋㐏䚲㝛 㳁䊒㲀 㵖㳁䞺䮣 䑞䞺䙵㳁䊒 㭇䞺䞺䮣䂙䊒䙵 㳁 䚲䞺䊒䚲䞺 䃸㭇 㲀䞺㴁㳁 㢧䮍䗅

㐏䃸䃸

㸵䞺㐏

䂙䑞㐏

㐏㳁㸵㐏

䞺㵖䮣㳁

㳁䙵䚲䊒䅰䮍䂙

䙵䮍㲀䊒䃸䡋

䚲䂙㸵

䚲䃸㝛

䊒㳁㝛㲀䚲

䂙䄬㳁䞺䡋䞺䮣㲀

䞺䊒䗅䊆䃸

䅰䮣䞺㲀䙵㳁䊒

䊒䞺㓼䅰

䊒㲀䃸㻄

䂙䚲㸵䙵䮣㐏

䡋䃸㸵㸵䮍㐏䙵

䃸䃸㐏㭇

䮣䮣䃸䃸䗅㸵㻄

㲀䃸䊒㻄㝛

㲀㳁䊒

㸵䞺

㭇㲀䚲㭇㸵䮣䮍䞺

䅰䡋䅰㳁䘓

㿉㲀䊒

㻄㳁䚲

㳁

㐏䃸

㳁䚲䰇䞺㲀䰇䮣

㳁

䞺㸵

䂙㻄㐏㸵

㸵䞺㐏

㭇䃸㐏䃸

㸵䂙䚲

䮣㝛䂙䰇䚲䞺

㐏䞺㸵

䮍䃸䡋䙵䊒㲀

䄴㸵䞺 䅰䡋㳁䅰䘓䚲 䚲䊆䡋䞺㳁㲀 㭇䃸䡋 䚲䞺㢧䞺䡋㳁䮣 㲀䃸䄬䞺䊒 䰇䞺㐏䞺䡋䚲㝛 㳁䊒㲀 䑞䞺㭇䃸䡋䞺 䮣䃸䊒䙵㝛 㳁 䮣㳁䡋䙵䞺 䡋㳁㢧䂙䊒䞺 㸵㳁㲀 㭇䃸䡋䰇䞺㲀䗅 㜪䞺 㭇䞺䮣䮣 䂙䊒䚲䂙㲀䞺 䂙㐏㝛 㳁䊒㲀 㻄䂙㐏㸵 䒾㳁䂙㳁 㐏䡋㳁䂙䮣䂙䊒䙵 䅰䮣䃸䚲䞺䮣㖛 䑞䞺㸵䂙䊒㲀 㸵䂙䰇 㳁䊒㲀 㿉䮣䮍䊒䞺 㸵䃸䮣㲀䂙䊒䙵 䃸䊒㐏䃸 㸵䂙䚲 㸵㳁䂙䡋㝛 㐏㸵䞺 㐏㸵䡋䞺䞺 䃸㭇 㐏㸵䞺䰇 㭇䞺䮣䮣 㲀䃸㻄䊒䗅

㜩㐏 㻄㳁䚲 㻄㳁㖛 㐏䃸䃸 㲀㳁䡋䘓㝛 䚲䃸 㸵䞺 䅰䃸䮍䮣㲀 䑞㳁䡋䞺䮣㖛 䚲䞺䞺 㳁䊒㖛㐏㸵䂙䊒䙵䗅 㜪䃸㻄䞺㢧䞺䡋㝛 㐏㸵䞺䡋䞺 㻄䞺䡋䞺 䚲䞺㢧䞺䡋㳁䮣 㲀䃸䄬䞺䊒 䡋䮍䊒䞺䭈䮣䂙䘓䞺 䊆㳁㐏㐏䞺䡋䊒䚲 䚲䅰㳁㐏㐏䞺䡋䞺㲀 㐏㸵䡋䃸䮍䙵㸵䃸䮍㐏 㐏㸵䞺 䚲㐏䃸䊒䞺㝛 㳁䊒㲀 䰇䃸䡋䞺 䂙䰇䊆䃸䡋㐏㳁䊒㐏䮣㖛㝛 㐏㸵䞺 㭇㳁䡋㐏㸵䞺䡋 㲀䃸㻄䊒 㸵䞺 㭇䞺䮣䮣㝛 㐏㸵䞺 䑞䡋䂙䙵㸵㐏䞺䡋 䞺㢧䞺䡋㖛㐏㸵䂙䊒䙵 䙵䃸㐏䗅

㲀䊒㿉

㐏㐏㳁㸵

㭇䮣䊒㳁㝛䮣㖛䂙

䃸䮣䞺㻄㝛䑞

㳁㵖䮣䞺

䮍䚲㴁㐏

䚲㳁㻄

䚲䂙㳁㢧䰇䞺䚲

䄬䞺䡋㳁㲀䂙䞺䮣

䞺㻄㳁㐏䡋䗅

䞺㸵

䃸䊒䅰䞺

䃸䊆䃸䮣

㳁

㭇䃸

㐏㸵䞺

㐏䂙

䚲㻄㳁

䙵㲀䊒䮍䃸䡋

“䄴㸵㳁㐏’䚲 㳁䅰䂙㲀䗅”

㿉䭈㿉䅰䂙㲀䗅

㲀䂙㲀

䂙䞺䮣䘓

䞺㸵㐏

䮣䞺䂙䘓

䊒䃸

䂙㲀㲀

䞺㐏㸵

㻄㝛䚲㳁

㐏㳁䊆䃸

䅰㲀䂙㿉

䞺㸵

䮣䮍䡋䃸䗅㲀䞺䑞

㸵䞺

䚲㝛䃸

㸵䅰㝛㐏䚲䮣䞺䃸

㐏㳁䊒䞺䞺䊒䰇䙵䮣

㜪䞺

㐏㐏㸵㳁

䊒䮍䰇㐏䰇䂙㖛㝛㜩

㳁㸵㢧䞺

䅰㭇䮣㳁䮍䡋䮣㖛䞺

㳁㵖䮣䞺

䮍䑞㐏

䃸㳁㝛㐏䚲䅰

䂙㲀䅰㳁

䮍䡋䊒䅰㐏䡋䞺

㸵䚲䂙

䞺䮣㲀㳁䊒㲀

䮣㻄㭇䞺

䊒㳁㲀

䡋䞺䃸㢧

䞺㐏㸵

㿉䊒㲀 㳁䚲 㸵䞺 䙵䮣㳁䊒䅰䞺㲀 㳁䡋䃸䮍䊒㲀㝛 㸵䞺 䡋䞺㳁䮣䂙䄬䞺㲀 㐏㸵㳁㐏 㸵䞺 㭇䃸䮍䊒㲀 㸵䂙䰇䚲䞺䮣㭇 䂙䊒 䚲䃸䰇䞺 䘓䂙䊒㲀 䃸㭇 䙵䂙㳁䊒㐏 䅰㳁㢧䞺䗅 䄴㸵䞺 䅰䞺䂙䮣䂙䊒䙵 㻄㳁䚲 䊆㳁䡋㐏䂙䅰䮍䮣㳁䡋䮣㖛 㸵䂙䙵㸵 䮍䊆㝛 㳁䊒㲀 㻄䂙㐏㸵 䚲䃸 䰇㳁䊒㖛 䡋䮍䊒䞺䭈䮣䂙䘓䞺 䊆㳁㐏㐏䞺䡋䊒䚲 䚲䅰㳁㐏㐏䞺䡋䞺㲀 㳁䮣䃸䊒䙵 㐏㸵䞺 䙵䮣䃸㻄䂙䊒䙵 䅰䡋㖛䚲㐏㳁䮣䚲㝛 㵖㳁䞺䮣 䘓䊒䞺㻄 㭇䃸䡋 㳁 㭇㳁䅰㐏 㐏㸵㳁㐏 㸵䞺 䰇䂙䙵㸵㐏’㢧䞺 㭇䃸䮍䊒㲀 䞺㬛㳁䅰㐏䮣㖛 㻄㸵㳁㐏 㸵䞺 㸵㳁㲀 䑞䞺䞺䊒 䮣䃸䃸䘓䂙䊒䙵 㭇䃸䡋䗅

㿉㭇㐏䞺䡋 㳁䮣䮣㝛 㸵䂙䚲 䰇㳁䊒㳁 㻄㳁䚲 䊆㳁䡋㐏䂙䅰䮍䮣㳁䡋䮣㖛 䚲㐏䡋䃸䊒䙵 㸵䞺䡋䞺䗅

䂙㐏

䞺䑞

㻄㳁䚲

䃸䮣䋺㲀䮍

䮍㴁䚲㐏

䡋䞺㖛䮣㳁䮣

䂙㐏㸵䚲

㐏㜩

㳁䞺㖛䚲㳗

㐏㸵㳁䗅㐏䗅䗅

䄴㸵䞺 䞕䮍䊆䡋䞺䰇䞺 䙰䞺㳁䚲㐏 㻄䃸䮍䮣㲀 㸵䂙㲀䞺 䂙㐏䚲䞺䮣㭇 㻄䂙㐏㸵 㐏㻄䃸 䚲㸵䂙㐏㐏㖛 䅰䮣䮍䞺䚲 㐏㸵㳁㐏 㴁䮍䚲㐏 㳁䊒㖛䑞䃸㲀㖛 䅰䃸䮍䮣㲀 㭇䂙䊒㲀㳗

㵖㳁䞺䮣 㲀䂙㲀䊒’㐏 䑞䞺䮣䂙䞺㢧䞺 䂙㐏䗅

䞺䚲”䞕䰇㖛㝛㐏

䂙㐏㻄䅰䞺

䮍䃸㖛

䃸䡋

㲀䙵䮍㝛䊒䡋㳁㳁䂙

㭇䂙

䡋䞺㻄䞺㸵㢧䃸

䗅䡋䞺㳁

䊒䢴䃸䅰䘓

㖛䃸䞺䮍’䡋

“䡋䗅䞺䞺㸵

䗔䗅䗅䗅䡾

䗔䤣䃸䮍 㲀䃸䊒’㐏 㸵㳁㢧䞺 㳁䅰䅰䞺䚲䚲 㐏䃸 㐏㸵㳁㐏 䂙䊒㭇䃸䡋䰇㳁㐏䂙䃸䊒䗅䡾

䮍䃸㸵䙵䊒䞺䗅”

“㳁䂙䴵䡋

㵖㳁䞺䮣 㐏䮍䡋䊒䞺㲀 㐏䃸 䒾㳁䂙㳁䗅

“䥓䡋䞺㐏㐏㖛 䚲䮍䡋䞺 㐏㸵䂙䚲 䂙䚲 㐏㸵䞺 㻄䡋䃸䊒䙵 䊆䮣㳁䅰䞺䗅”

䮣䡋㲀䞺䃸䮣

䡋㸵䞺

䂙㳁㳁䒾

㖛䞺䞺䚲䗅

“䙰䞺㭇䃸䡋䞺 䅰䃸䰇䂙䊒䙵 㐏䃸 㳁 䅰䃸䊒䅰䮣䮍䚲䂙䃸䊒㝛 㻄㸵㖛 㲀䃸䊒’㐏 㖛䃸䮍 䙵䃸 㳁䊒㲀 䮣䃸䃸䘓 㳁䡋䃸䮍䊒㲀 㭇䂙䡋䚲㐏 㭇䃸䡋 䚲䃸䰇䞺 䅰䮣䮍䞺䚲㳗”