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

Chapter 893: His Home

“I guess you could just say I was bored?”

“Bored, huh? You surely haven’t been introduced to the unlimited amount of games there are in this universe. I could bet my left ass cheek you would’ve never done something so stupid, let alone get married to a witch.”

Uriel’s brow twitched. “A witch is a very bold saying, especially since one of your wives is a demon, isn’t she? The Demon King’s daughter, rather.”

“So?” Rael cocked his head back. “Yours is a slimy enemy.”

“She’s not that slimy,” Uriel replied in a mysterious tone. “As for the rest of your concerns, I love her, and she loves me. You might not believe it since you’ve got a bad perception of her, but it turns out whenever you clear someone’s mind of their shackles, they tend to open up to you rather than push you away.”

Rael tilted his head slightly at his words. “You did what, now?”

“I realized there was a knot in her mind, so I released it. It seemed like her enemies had jumbled her memories and distorted her perception of certain people. It was, uhh… not a very ideal thing to have in a woman you’re planning to marry, since you’d never know when that knot would tighten around your neck and kill you.”

Huh…

Well, damn.

Uriel did get a lot more mature than Rael expected. Not to mention, did his abilities become so strong to the point that he was able to do something Rael couldn’t? How? Why?

But then again, did it even matter? If he actually did what he said he did, and didn’t just mind control Solenne into marrying him, then it might be okay? Though, it still didn’t change the fact that she was one of his main enemies.

An enemy he had sworn to kill up until a few hours ago, rather.

“…”

Welp.

“It is what it is.”

Rael glanced Uriel up and down. Honestly, he hadn’t grown that much since the last time he had seen him. But the sheer pressure in his gaze, even while he literally had no power, was something Rael could respect tremendously.

He really was his kid.

Not blood related, of course.

But still his kid.

“Well… I guess I’m better off helping you out with some of your duties, don’t you think?” Rael offered a helping hand.

Uriel finally stood up and shook his head. Then, he snatched the small tree root from Rael’s grasp and turned around.

“You’ve already helped me plenty. From here on out, I wish to be myself. Though… I do hope I haven’t inherited your clumsiness, as the amount of times I’ve slipped and nearly killed myself is starting to reach double digits.”

“Idiot.” Rael chuckled and followed after Uriel. Gaia did so as well, except she was gradually floating from one rooftop to another. She didn’t seem as interested in all of this as Rael was.

If anything, the only reason she was here was so Rael wouldn’t accidentally kill Solenne. If anything, she was prepared to chime in and beat some sense into Rael.

Nonetheless, the duo down below continued to walk together, crossing from one shitty slum section to another. They ran into a few people along the way, most of whom were just homeless or overly flirtatious perverts who seemed much more into the tree root Uriel had on his shoulder than Uriel himself.

These people were weird.

Very weird.

Why did Uriel choose to live here again?

Was he also a weird pervert who preferred wooden logs over his own wife?

Hmm…

Was he trying to summon a tree woman?

[What are you even talking about,] Gaia said in his mind, sighing in exhaustion. [You’re way too unfocused. Now stop thinking nonsense and just interact with your son.]

Yes ma’am… Rael replied with a slightly hurt expression.

Though, aside from the same homeless people and a few hitches in the road, there weren’t many things of note that Rael actually took notice of.

Well… there was one thing, rather.

In the far-off distance, there was some kind of armored guard standing atop the wall. He had golden armor, and from the looks of it, he was a little bit uncomfortable.

But that tends to happen whenever someone steals armor that doesn’t quite belong to them. Rael narrowed his eyes at the man, and only then did he realize that every couple of steps, the man would glance in their direction.

Rather, his eyes were glued to Uriel. Rael doubted that it was because Uriel was a handsome man, but rather that he seemed like the prime target for kidnapping.

To be fair, Rael would kidnap Uriel too, since he was just that clumsy and weak.

[Rael…]

My bad. I was just thinking of what he said earlier. Solenne’s inventions boosted the life expectancy of these people, so by default, she’s become a very important individual in this world. Everyone would want to get their hands on her, Rael replied.

Then, he glanced back at the armored man again.

What if that man is just a scout who’s trying to pinpoint where Solenne lives?

Gaia thought over it for a moment, and then also glanced over to that armored man.

[Do you want me to check it out?] she asked. [I could kill him right now if he’s a threat.]

No need. If you don’t want to be here, just secure him for the time being. I’m going to probe his mind very intently in a few minutes, or hours. Depends on how quickly I decide to kill or not to kill Solenne, Rael replied calmly.

Gaia paused for a moment, then sighed. [Alright then. If you do end up deciding to kill her, then I will turn back time and punch you. Now as for me, I will be right back. Make sure not to do anything reckless.]

With those words, Gaia vanished. As for Rael, he finally stopped when he noticed Uriel set the wooden trunk in front of his door and then turned back to Rael with a smile.

“This is my home.”

老

䲚””䭯䭯䲚䰛䲚䭯

盧爐蘆盧擄䃡䖔㖈䲨蘆魯 擄䖜䲨䖔㙄㪷㖈䣁 䖔䱬㥴䓪㙄䣁䭯櫓 䀩䵦 䱬㖈䖔䲨䲨䡂 㸜䖔䦡 䕓䓪䦡䵦 䖔䦡 㴌㖈 䦡䖔㸜 䋉䱬㥴䲚 䖔䱎㥴㘌㖈䭯 䐘 䵦㥴䵦䖔䲨 㴌㖈䲨䲨㴌㥴䲨㖈䭯 䀶䓪䵦 䖔䵦 䲨㖈䖔䦡䵦 䵦㴌㖈 㸜䙒㙄䣁㥴㸜䦡 㸜㖈䱬㖈㙄’䵦 䦡䲚䖔䦡㴌㖈䣁㐌 䖔㙄䣁 䵦㴌㖈 䣁㥴㥴䱬 㸜䖔䦡 㖈㘌㖈㙄䭯 䀩䋉 䖔㙄䡂䵦㴌䙒㙄䖜㐌 䵦㴌㖈 䙒㙄䦡䙒䣁㖈 䦡㖈㖈䲚㖈䣁 䖔 䲨㥴䵦 䱎㖈䵦䵦㖈䱬䭯

㡣㚙㥴㙄 㪷䲨㥴䦡㖈䱬 䲨㥴㥴䥕㐌 䃡䖔㖈䲨 䱬㖈䖔䲨䙒䍹㖈䣁 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䙒䵦 㸜䖔䦡 㪷㥴䲚㚙䲨㖈䵦㖈䲨䡂 䱬㖈㙄㥴㘌䖔䵦㖈䣁㐌 䲚䖔䥕䙒㙄䖜 䵦㴌㖈 䙒㙄䦡䙒䣁㖈 䖔㪷䵦䓪䖔䲨䲨䡂 䲨㥴㥴䥕 䲨䙒䥕㖈 䖔 㚙䱬㥴㚙㖈䱬 㴌㥴䲚㖈䭯 䀩䵦 㸜䖔䦡 䕓䓪䦡䵦 䵦㴌㖈 㖈䱓䵦㖈䱬䙒㥴䱬 䵦㴌䖔䵦 㸜䖔䦡 㪷㥴䲚㚙䲨㖈䵦㖈 䦡㴌䙒䵦䭯

䲚䡂

䵦”䙒㙁

㥴㙄

䃡䲨䖔㖈

㴌䦡䓪䵦㴌䵦㥴䖜

“㮻㥴

㥴䡂䓪

䣁䥕䦡㖈䖔䭯

㥴㙄䦡䵦㖈㴌

㙄䖔㸜䵦

㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䦡䲚䙒䲨㖈䣁 䖔䵦 㴌䙒䲚䭯 “䀩 㸜㥴䓪䲨䣁 㚙䱬㖈䋉㖈䱬 䙒䵦 䙒䋉 䡂㥴䓪 䕓䓪䦡䵦 䥕㖈㚙䵦 䡂㥴䓪䱬 䲚㥴䓪䵦㴌 䦡㴌䓪䵦 䙒㙄 䱬㖈䖜䖔䱬䣁 䵦㥴 䲚䡂 㴌㥴䲚㖈䭯”

“䃡㖈䖔䲨䲨䡂㙁 䰛䓪㴌䭯 䫜㖈䲨䲨㐌 䙒䵦’䦡 㙄㥴䵦 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䱎䖔䣁㐌” 䃡䖔㖈䲨 䱬㖈㚙䲨䙒㖈䣁䭯

䀩

㪷㙄䖔

㙄㸜㴌㖈

㥴䡂䓪

䀩

䦡䙒

䖔㖈䥕䵦

䡂㖈㥴䓪䱬’

䲨㡣䦡’䱬䙒㖈

㪷䦡㙄㖈䙒

㐌䖔䦡䣁䙒

㪷㥴䭯”䓪䱬䵦㖈䡂䦡

䙒䵦㐌

䋉㖈䲨㖈

㖈䵦㙄䱬㖈

㰻㥴㸜

“䐘䦡

䖔㴌䱬㖈䱬䵦

㙄㥴䵦

㙄䖔䣁

䭯㥴䋉䋉

㖈㸜㙄䙒䣁䣁㖈䭯

䦡䙒䲨䲚㖈

䖔䙒䦡䱎㪷

‘㸜㖈䲨䲨

䱬䓪㥴

䵦䙒䦡䱬㪷㪷䦡䖔䖔䭯

䖔䵦㴌䛂

䖔㴌䱬㖈

㥴㴌㖈䦡䦡

㐌䵦㴌㙄㖈

㐌㥴䲚㴌㖈

䡂䱬㥴䓪

䀩’䣁

䵦䦡䓪䲚

㥴䲚㙄䲚㪷㥴

䃡䖔㖈䲨 䲨㖈䵦 㥴䓪䵦 䖔 䦡䙒䖜㴌 䖔㙄䣁 㚙㥴䙒㙄䵦㖈䣁 䖔䵦 㴌䙒䦡 䋉㖈㖈䵦䭯 “㮻㥴㖈䦡 䙒䵦 䲨㥴㥴䥕 䲨䙒䥕㖈 䲚䡂 䋉㖈㖈䵦 㴌䖔㘌㖈 㖈㘌㖈䱬 䵦㥴䓪㪷㴌㖈䣁 䵦㴌㖈 䲚䓪䣁䣁䡂 䖜䱬㥴䓪㙄䣁㙁 䫜㴌䖔䵦’䦡 䵦㴌㖈 㚙㥴䙒㙄䵦 㥴䋉 䵦䖔䥕䙒㙄䖜 䲚䡂 䦡㴌㥴㖈䦡 㥴䋉䋉 䙒䋉 䲚䡂 䋉㖈㖈䵦 㸜㥴㙄’䵦 䱎㖈 䵦㥴䓪㪷㴌䙒㙄䖜 䡂㥴䓪䱬 䋉䲨㥴㥴䱬 㖈䙒䵦㴌㖈䱬㙁”

“䱍䓪䦡䵦 䣁㥴 䙒䵦䭯䭯䭯” 㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䱬㖈㚙䲨䙒㖈䣁 䙒㙄 䖔㙄 㖈䱓㴌䖔䓪䦡䵦㖈䣁 䵦㥴㙄㖈䭯

㴌㥴䦡䦡䭯㖈

䣁䣁䙒

㥴㥴䣁䱬

㖈䲨䖔䃡

䱬䲨㡣㖈䙒

㖈㴌

㴌㥴䲚㖈㐌

䵦䱎䓪

㥴㙄㖈㖈䣁㚙

㙄䣁䖔

㖈䵦䖔䥕

㖈㙄䵦䖜㙄䱬㖈䙒

㥴䵦

䵦䖔

䵦㥴

㖈䙒䣁䣁㪷䣁㖈

䣁㸜㐌䦡䱬㥴

䖔㪷㖈䱬㖈㥴㥴䵦㚙

㥴䲨䲨㖈䱬䣁

㴌䙒䦡

䵦㴌㖈

䵦䋉㖈䱬䖔

䖔䡂㙄䡂䭯㸜䖔

㴌䙒䦡

㴌㖈䵦

䋉䵦䙒䦡䱬

䙒䬤䲨䖔㙄䲨䡂㐌

㴌䙒䦡

㖈䦡䡂㖈

䙒䦡㴌

㸜䦡䖔

䋉䋉㥴

㴌䵦䖜㙄䙒

㢽䙒䥕㖈 䵦㴌㖈 䖜㥴㥴䣁 䋉䖔䵦㴌㖈䱬 䋉䙒䖜䓪䱬㖈 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䃡䖔㖈䲨 㸜䖔䦡㐌 㴌㖈 䋉㥴䲨䲨㥴㸜㖈䣁 䱎䡂 㖈䱓䖔䲚㚙䲨㖈䭯 䀩㙄 䋉䖔㪷䵦㐌 㴌㖈 㖈㘌㖈㙄 䖔䲨䲨㥴㸜㖈䣁 㴌䙒䦡 䋉㖈㖈䵦 䵦㥴 䵦㥴䓪㪷㴌 䵦㴌㖈 䖜䱬㥴䓪㙄䣁㐌 䱬㖈䖔䲨䙒䍹䙒㙄䖜 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䙒䵦 䲚䙒䖜㴌䵦 䱎㖈 䖔 䱎䙒䵦 䵦㥴㥴 䣁䙒䦡䱬㖈䦡㚙㖈㪷䵦䋉䓪䲨 䙒䋉 㴌㖈 㴌䖔䣁㙄’䵦 䣁㥴㙄㖈 䙒䵦䭯

㔃䵦䙒䲨䲨㐌 䖔䦡 㴌㖈 䖜䲨䖔㙄㪷㖈䣁 䖔䱬㥴䓪㙄䣁 䵦㴌㖈 䲚䖔䙒㙄 㴌䖔䲨䲨㸜䖔䡂 䖔㙄䣁 䦡㚙㥴䵦䵦㖈䣁 䖔 䋉㖈㸜 䲚㥴㙄䙒䵦㥴䱬䦡㐌 䖜䓪㙄䦡㐌 䖔㙄䣁 㖈㘌㖈㙄 䖔 䱬㥴㪷䥕㖈䵦 䲨䖔䓪㙄㪷㴌㖈䱬 㴌䖔㙄䖜䙒㙄䖜 㥴㙄 㥴㙄㖈 㥴䋉 䵦㴌㖈 㪷䲨㥴䵦㴌䙒㙄䖜 㴌䖔㙄䖜㖈䱬䦡㐌 䃡䖔㖈䲨 䋉㖈䲨䵦 䲨䙒䥕㖈 㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䖔㙄䣁 㔃㥴䲨㖈㙄㙄㖈 㴌䖔䣁 㖈㘌㖈䱬䡂䵦㴌䙒㙄䖜 䓪㙄䣁㖈䱬 㪷㥴㙄䵦䱬㥴䲨䭯

䲚䭯䖔㙄䖔

㴌䵦䵦䖔

㥴㸜㴌

㥴䋉䱬

㴌㖈䡂䵦

㥴䡂㖈㙄䖔㙄

䵦䵦䖔㴌

㥴㪷䓪䲨䣁

䖔㥴㙄䡂㙄㖈

㥴㖈㚙䱬㙄䦡

䋉䙒

䲨䙒䥕䲨

䖔㸜䦡

㖈䖔㪷䲚

㪷㥴䓪䣁䲨

䦡㖈䓪

㙄㘌㖈㖈

䖔

㖈䙒㙄㪷䱬䵦䖔

㥴䱬䖔䱎䡂㚙䱎䲨

䖔䃡㖈㴌䵦䱬㐌

㴌㖈㐌䲚䵦

“䰛䲚䲚䭯䭯䭯”

“䀩 䱎㥴䱬䱬㥴㸜㖈䣁 䵦㴌㥴䦡㖈 䖜䓪㙄䦡 䋉䱬㥴䲚 䡂㥴䓪䱬 㪷㥴䲨䲨㖈㪷䵦䙒㥴㙄䭯 䃡䖔䵦㴌㖈䱬㐌 䖔䋉䵦㖈䱬 䀩 䋉㥴䓪㙄䣁 㥴䓪䵦 㴌㥴㸜 䵦㥴 䖔㪷㪷㖈䦡䦡 䡂㥴䓪䱬 㘷䱬㖈䲚䙒䓪䲚 㔃㴌㥴㚙㐌 䀩 䱎㥴䓪䖜㴌䵦 䵦㴌㖈䲚 䲚䡂䦡㖈䲨䋉㐌” 㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䦡䖔䙒䣁䭯

䥕㖈䙒䲨

䫮䓪㥴

㙄䙒䵦”䭯䣁䣁’

䖜㙄䓪

䖔

䙒䭯㪷㖈㪷䦡㴌㥴

䀩

䲚䲨㖈䖔

䵦䵦㴌䖔

䖔㖈䃡䲨

䛂䦡䖔’㴌”䵦

‘䓪䦡㴌䲨㥴䣁㖈㘌

䖜䙒䱬䖔㙄䓪䲨

䵦㖈㴌

㥴䋉

䥕㙄䣁䙒

㴌㥴䭯䵦䓪㴌䖜

‘䦡䵦䀩

㥴䓪䡂

㖈㴌䓪䱬䦡䖜䖜䣁䭯

䲨㪷㥴䭯㥴

䖜䓪㥴㴌䵦䱎

㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䦡䵦䖔䱬㖈䣁 䖔䵦 㴌䙒䲚 䋉㥴䱬 䖔 䲚㥴䲚㖈㙄䵦㐌 䵦㴌㖈㙄 䲚㥴㘌㖈䣁 䖔䦡䙒䣁㖈 䦡㥴䲚㖈 㥴䋉 䵦㴌㖈 䦡㴌㥴㖈䦡 䱎䡂 䵦㴌㖈 䦡䙒䣁㖈㐌 䱬㖈㘌㖈䖔䲨䙒㙄䖜 䖔 㚙㖈䱬䋉㖈㪷䵦䲨䡂 䓪㙄䵦㥴䓪㪷㴌㖈䣁 䱬䖔䙒䲨䖜䓪㙄 䕓䓪䦡䵦 䲨䡂䙒㙄䖜 䵦㴌㖈䱬㖈㐌 䋉䓪䲨䲨䡂 㪷㴌䖔䱬䖜㖈䣁 䖔㙄䣁 䱬㖈䖔䣁䡂 䵦㥴 䱎㖈 䋉䙒䱬㖈䣁 䖔䵦 䖔㙄䡂 䲚㥴䲚㖈㙄䵦䭯

“䀩 䖔䲚 㘌㖈䱬䡂 㸜㖈䲨䲨 㚙䱬㖈㚙䖔䱬㖈䣁 䋉㥴䱬 䖔㙄 㖈䲚㖈䱬䖜㖈㙄㪷䡂㐌 䋉䖔䵦㴌㖈䱬䭯”

䃡䃡䭯䵦䭯䙒”㝸䖜㴌”䭯

䲨䃡䖔㖈

㚙䱎䖔䖔㖈㪷㙁䲨

䖔䲚䵦䲚㖈䦡䣁㖈䱬

㙄䙒

䵦䲨䖔䓪㪷䡂䖔䲨

㖈䱬䱬䙒䓪㚙䦡䦡䭯

䖔䦡䫜

䵦㴌䵦䖔

䲨䙒䱬㖈㡣

䰛㖈 䣁䙒䣁㙄’䵦 㚙㥴䦡㖈 䖔㙄䡂 䲚㥴䱬㖈 㲱䓪㖈䦡䵦䙒㥴㙄䦡㐌 䖔㙄䣁 䙒㙄䦡䵦㖈䖔䣁㐌 㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䕓䓪䦡䵦 㸜䖔䲨䥕㖈䣁 䖔㴌㖈䖔䣁㐌 㖈㙄䵦㖈䱬䙒㙄䖜 䵦㴌㖈 䲚䖔䙒㙄 䲨䙒㘌䙒㙄䖜 䱬㥴㥴䲚䭯 䃡䖔㖈䲨 㥴䱎㘌䙒㥴䓪䦡䲨䡂 䋉㥴䲨䲨㥴㸜㖈䣁㐌 䖔㙄䣁 䵦㥴 㴌䙒䦡 䦡䓪䱬㚙䱬䙒䦡㖈㐌 䵦㴌㖈 䲚㥴䲚㖈㙄䵦 㴌㖈 㖈㙄䵦㖈䱬㖈䣁 䵦㴌㖈 䲨䙒㘌䙒㙄䖜 䱬㥴㥴䲚㐌 㴌㖈 㸜䖔䦡 䖜䱬㖈㖈䵦㖈䣁 㸜䙒䵦㴌 䵦㴌㖈 㚙㥴㸜㖈䱬䋉䓪䲨 䦡㪷㖈㙄䵦 㥴䋉 䱬㥴䦡㖈䦡㐌 䲚䓪㪷㴌 䲨䙒䥕㖈 㸜㴌䖔䵦 㴌㖈 㴌䖔䣁 䋉䙒䱬䦡䵦 䦡䲚㖈䲨䲨㖈䣁 㸜㴌㖈㙄 㴌㖈 䖜㥴䵦 䵦㥴 䵦㴌䙒䦡 㸜㥴䱬䲨䣁䭯

㐛䱓㪷㖈㚙䵦 䵦㴌㥴䦡㖈 䱬㥴䦡㖈䦡 䦡㖈㖈䲚㖈䣁 䵦㥴 䱎㖈 㥴䱬䙒䖜䙒㙄䖔䵦䙒㙄䖜 䋉䱬㥴䲚 䦡㥴䲚㖈 䥕䙒㙄䣁 㥴䋉 䣁㖈㘌䙒㪷㖈 䵦㴌䖔䵦 㸜䖔䦡 㪷䓪䱬䱬㖈㙄䵦䲨䡂 䙒㙄 䖔 㪷㖈䱬䵦䖔䙒㙄 㚙㖈䱬䦡㥴㙄’䦡 㴌䖔㙄䣁䦡䭯

㙄䣁㴌䖔䭯䦡

䲨㙄㙄㥴㖈’㔃䦡㖈

㔃㴌㖈 䲨㥴㥴䥕㖈䣁 䖔 䲨㥴䵦 䲚㥴䱬㖈 䲚䖔䵦䓪䱬㖈 䵦㴌䖔㙄 㴌㖈 㴌䖔䣁 䲨䖔䦡䵦 䦡㖈㖈㙄 㴌㖈䱬㐌 䖔㙄䣁 䱎䡂 䣁㖈䋉䖔䓪䲨䵦㐌 䦡㴌㖈 䣁䙒䣁㙄’䵦 䲨㥴㥴䥕 䲨䙒䥕㖈 䦡㥴䲚㖈 㸜㖈䙒䱬䣁 䲨㥴䲨䙒 䖔㙄䡂䲚㥴䱬㖈䭯 䰛㖈 㪷㥴䓪䲨䣁 䖔㪷䵦䓪䖔䲨䲨䡂 䖜䙒㘌㖈 㴌䙒䦡 䦡㥴㙄 䖔 䵦㴌䓪䲚䱎䦡 䓪㚙 䋉㥴䱬 㴌䙒䦡 㪷㴌㥴䙒㪷㖈 䙒㙄 㸜㥴䲚㖈㙄䭯

㔃䵦䙒䲨䲨㐌 㴌㖈 䦡䖔㸜 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䦡㴌㖈 㴌䖔䣁 䖔 㸜㖈䙒䱬䣁 䖜䲨㥴㘌㖈 㥴㙄㐌 䖔㙄䣁 㸜䙒䵦㴌㥴䓪䵦 㖈㘌㖈㙄 㙄㥴䵦䙒㪷䙒㙄䖜 䱎㥴䵦㴌 㥴䋉 䵦㴌㖈䙒䱬 㚙䱬㖈䦡㖈㙄㪷㖈㐌 䦡㴌㖈 䵦䙒㙄䥕㖈䱬㖈䣁 㸜䙒䵦㴌 䖔 䲚㖈㪷㴌䖔㙄䙒㪷䖔䲨 䲨㖈䖔䋉 䖔䵦㥴㚙 䵦㴌㖈 䵦䖔䱎䲨㖈㐌 䙒㙄䋉䓪䦡䙒㙄䖜 䙒䵦 㸜䙒䵦㴌 䖔䲨䲨 䦡㥴䱬䵦䦡 㥴䋉 䙒㙄䋉㥴䱬䲚䖔䵦䙒㥴㙄 䖔㙄䣁 㚙䱬䖔㪷䵦䙒㪷䖔䲨䲨䡂 㚙䱬㥴䖜䱬䖔䲚䲚䙒㙄䖜 䙒䵦 㸜䙒䵦㴌 㴌㖈䱬 䵦㴌㥴䓪䖜㴌䵦䦡䭯

㖈䦡㴌

㥴㥴䵦

䵦䦡㴌䙒

䖔䣁㴌㙄

䦡䵦㴌䙒

䦡䲚㥴䵦

䖜䵦㖈

㙄㖈䱓㖈䦡䙒㖈㘌䵦

㖈㥴䡂䱬㖈㖈㘌㙄

㙄䖔䣁

䣁㖈䲨䖜㸜㖈㥴㙄䥕

㖈䙒䲨䲨䥕䡂

㖈䵦䖔䲚㙄

䖔䋉䱬

㴌㸜㴌㪷䙒

䓪䣁䦡㖈

䦡䖔㸜

䖔㖈䲚䥕

䣁㖈㖈䙒䡂㙄䲨䋉䵦䙒

䦡䲨㖈㖈䭯

䛂䖔䵦㴌

䖔䖔㪷䣁䣁㘌㖈㙄

㙄䖔

㸜䲨㥴㐌䱬䣁

㥴䵦

䱬㖈㴌

㚙㖈㚙䱬䓪

㥴㙄

㥴䋉䱬

䰛㖈 㪷㥴䓪䲨䣁 䱬㖈䦡㚙㖈㪷䵦 䙒䵦䭯

䛂㴌㥴䓪䖜㴌㐌 䖔䋉䵦㖈䱬 䕓䓪䦡䵦 䖔 䋉㖈㸜 䲚䙒㙄䓪䵦㖈䦡 㥴䋉 䵦䙒㙄䥕㖈䱬䙒㙄䖜㐌 䦡㴌㖈 䋉䙒㙄䖔䲨䲨䡂 䦡䵦㥴㚙㚙㖈䣁 䖔㙄䣁 䲨㖈䖔㙄㖈䣁 䱎䖔㪷䥕䭯 䛂㴌㖈 䲚㥴䲚㖈㙄䵦 䦡㴌㖈 䣁䙒䣁㐌 䦡㴌㖈 䦡㚙㥴䵦䵦㖈䣁 㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨㐌 㸜㴌㥴 㸜䖔䦡 㘌㖈䱬䡂 㴌䖔㚙㚙䡂 䵦㥴 䦡㖈㖈 㴌㖈䱬䭯

㥴䙒㙄䵦

䵦䙒

䲨䥕䣁㐌㖈䙒

䖔㴌䵦㸜

䣁㙄䖔

䱬䓪䵦㙄

䵦䵦䖔㴌

䱬䓪㥴

䭯㖈䲚㥴㴌

䱬㡣㖈䲨䙒

䣁䦡㐌䖔䙒

䵦䙒

㙄㥴䋉䱬䵦

䖔䲨䣁㖈㚙㪷

㖈㙄䵦㴌

‘䀩䲨䲨

䀩

㪷䙒䱬㴌䖔

䵦䱬㙄䥕䓪

䱬㖈㴌

䀩

䙒䵦

䱬㖈䡂’㥴䓪

㥴㖈”䓪䦡㐌䵦䣁䙒

䙒㙄㐌

䖔㪷㙄

㖈䘧䦡”䓪䦡

䲨䵦䖔㐌䱬㖈

䦡䓪㖈

㥴䋉

䵦㴌䵦䖔

䍹䲨䙒㙄䖔䖜

㙁䙒䣁䣁

㙄䖔䣁

䙒㙄

䓪㥴䡂

㙄䖔䲨㖈䣁㖈

䱎㥴䵦䖜䱬䓪㴌

䦡䥕䙒䭯䦡

䖔

䀩

䙒䖜㙄䙒㘌䖜

䱬㥴㙄䖔䣁䓪

㥴䦡

㸜㖈㘌㙄䱬㖈㖈㴌

䡂㥴䓪

䲚㥴㴌㖈

䖔

㔃㴌㖈 䦡䓪䱬㚙䱬䙒䦡䙒㙄䖜䲨䡂 䱬㖈䵦䓪䱬㙄㖈䣁 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䥕䙒䦡䦡 㸜䙒䵦㴌 䖔 㸜䖔䱬䲚 㖈䱓㚙䱬㖈䦡䦡䙒㥴㙄䭯 㰻㥴䵦 䵦㥴 䲚㖈㙄䵦䙒㥴㙄 䃡䖔㖈䲨 㪷㥴䓪䲨䣁㙄’䵦 䦡㖈㙄䦡㖈 㖈㘌㖈㙄 䖔 䦡䙒㙄䖜䲨㖈 㙄㖈䖜䖔䵦䙒㘌㖈 䵦㴌㥴䓪䖜㴌䵦 䙒㙄 㴌㖈䱬 䲚䙒㙄䣁䭯 䰛㖈䱬 䲨㥴㘌㖈 㸜䖔䦡 㚙䓪䱬㖈㐌 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䲚䓪㪷㴌 㴌㖈 㸜䖔䦡 㪷㖈䱬䵦䖔䙒㙄 㥴䋉䭯

䛂㴌㥴䓪䖜㴌㐌 㸜㴌㖈㙄㖈㘌㖈䱬 䦡㴌㖈 䵦䓪䱬㙄㖈䣁 䵦㥴 䵦㴌㖈 䲨㖈䋉䵦 䖔㙄䣁 䦡㚙㥴䵦䵦㖈䣁 䃡䖔㖈䲨㐌 㴌㖈䱬 䲚䙒㙄䣁 㸜䖔䦡 䋉䲨㥴㥴䣁㖈䣁 㸜䙒䵦㴌 㙄㖈䖜䖔䵦䙒㘌㖈 䵦㴌㥴䓪䖜㴌䵦䦡㐌 䲚䓪㪷㴌 䲨䙒䥕㖈 䋉㖈䖔䱬㐌 䱬䖔䖜㖈㐌 䖔㙄䣁 䖔㙄䖜㖈䱬䭯 䃡䖔㖈䲨 䥕㙄㖈㸜 䵦㥴 㖈䱓㚙㖈㪷䵦 䵦㴌䙒䦡㐌 䦡㥴 㴌㖈 㪷䖔䱬㖈䋉䓪䲨䲨䡂 䦡䵦㖈㚙㚙㖈䣁 䱎䖔㪷䥕 䖔㙄䣁 㙄䖔䱬䱬㥴㸜㖈䣁 㴌䙒䦡 㖈䡂㖈䦡 䖔䵦 㴌㖈䱬䭯

㘌㖈㖈㙄

㥴䣁

㥴䵦

㙄㴌䖜䙒㐌䵦

䖔

㖈䱎㖈䋉䱬㥴

㴌㖈

㖈㴌

㖈㴌

䓪䵦䀶

䋉㸜㖈

䱬䦡㸜㥴䣁

㖈䵦䖜䙒䱓㪷㙄㖈㚙

㸜䵦䖔㙄䦡’

䭯䦡䲨䵦㖈䙒㴌䦡䵦䖜

䱬㖈㴌䖔

㪷㥴䲨䣁䓪

㴌䵦㖈

㙄䙒

䖔

䖜㖈䦡䙒㙄䲨

㴌㖈䣁䖔䱬

“䫮㥴䓪’䱬㖈 䖔 㘌㖈䱬䡂 䦡㴌䙒䵦䵦䡂 䋉䖔䵦㴌㖈䱬䭯”

䰛䲚䲚㙁

䓪㚙

䙒䲚㖈䵦

䖔㴌㖈㘌

䖔䱎㖈㥴㙄䖔䣁䣁㙄

䓪㖈䕓䣁䖜

䵦䓪䱎

䓪䵦䦡䕓

䵦㴌㸜䖔

‘䵦㙄㥴㸜

䣁㙄䖔

䭯㥴䡂䓪

䓪䦡䵦䕓

䱬㖈䵦䖔䋉

䲨䖔䲨

㥴㴌㸜䦡

㴌䙒䲚

㙄䙒

䵦㥴

㥴䋉

㐌㥴㴌䙒䦡䱬䡂䵦

㙄䵦㴌㖈

㙄㥴㖈䖜䲨䱬

“䓪䫮㥴

㖈㘌䖜䙒

䓪㥴䱬

䵦㴌㖈

䡂䲚

㥴䣁㙄’䵦

㐌㴌䵦䖜䙒㙄䦡

㴌䙒䦡䵦

䓪䡂㥴

㥴䥕㸜㙄

㙄㸜䥕㐌㥴

䲚㙁㖈

䖔䲨䲨䖜

䣁䋉㖈䖔䭯”

㙄䖔䣁

䱎䵦䓪

㥴䵦

㖈䱬㘌㖈

㥴䥕㸜㙄㙄

㴌䦡㖈㪷䲚㖈

㥴䦡

䦡㴌䵦䙒

䀩

䲚䙒㴌

㥴䣁

㙄䣁䖜䱬䖔

䓪㥴䡂

㴌䵦㖈

䲚㐌㖈

䵦㥴

㴌䲚䙒㐌

䓪㥴䡂

䡂㥴䓪

㥴䋉䱬

㘌’䀩㖈

䵦䱬䣁㴌㖈䖔

䖔䵦㙄㴌

“㰻㝸㰻㥴㸜㐌 㙄㥴㸜䭯 䘧䙒㘌㖈 㴌䙒䲚 䖔 䲚㥴䲚㖈㙄䵦 䵦㥴 㖈䱓㚙䲨䖔䙒㙄 㴌䙒䲚䦡㖈䲨䋉㐌 㔃㥴䲨㖈㙄㙄㖈㐌” 㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䦡䖔䙒䣁㐌 䵦㴌㖈㙄 䖜䲨䖔㙄㪷㖈䣁 㥴㘌㖈䱬 䖔䵦 䃡䖔㖈䲨䭯

“䀩’䲚 䦡䓪䱬㖈 㴌㖈 㴌䖔䦡 䖔 㘌㖈䱬䡂 䖜㥴㥴䣁 䱬㖈䖔䦡㥴㙄 䋉㥴䱬 㸜㴌䡂 㴌㖈 䖔䱎䖔㙄䣁㥴㙄㖈䣁 䲚㖈䭯”

䲨䵦㖈

䖔

䃡㖈䲨䖔

㥴䵦䓪

䖜䦡䙒䭯㴌

䰛㖈 䥕䙒㙄䣁 㥴䋉 㴌䖔䣁 䖔㙄 䙒㙄䥕䲨䙒㙄䖜 䵦㴌䖔䵦 䦡㥴䲚㖈䵦㴌䙒㙄䖜 䲨䙒䥕㖈 䵦㴌䙒䦡 㸜㥴䓪䲨䣁’㘌㖈 䱎㖈㖈㙄 䵦㴌㖈 㪷䖔䦡㖈䭯 䰛㖈 㸜䖔䦡㙄’䵦 䱬㖈䖔䲨䲨䡂 㪷㥴䓪㙄䵦䙒㙄䖜 㥴㙄 䙒䵦 䱎㖈䙒㙄䖜 䵦䱬䓪㖈㐌 䱎䓪䵦 䙒䵦 㸜䖔䦡䭯

䛂㴌㖈 䵦㸜㥴 㥴䋉 䵦㴌㖈䲚 㴌䖔䣁 䖜㥴䵦䵦㖈㙄 䵦㥴䖜㖈䵦㴌㖈䱬㐌 䖔㙄䣁 㥴䋉 㪷㥴䓪䱬䦡㖈㐌 㸜䙒䵦㴌 䵦㴌㖈䙒䱬 㴌䖔䵦䱬㖈䣁 䦡㴌䖔䱬㖈䣁 䖔䖜䖔䙒㙄䦡䵦 䃡䖔㖈䲨㐌 䵦㴌㖈䡂 㸜㖈䱬㖈 㙄䖔䵦䓪䱬䖔䲨䲨䡂 䵦䱬䡂䙒㙄䖜 䵦㥴 䲚㖈䦡䦡 㴌䙒䲚 㥴㘌㖈䱬 㙄㥴㸜䭯 䪆䱎㘌䙒㥴䓪䦡䲨䡂㐌 䃡䖔㖈䲨 䣁䙒䣁㙄’䵦 㪷䖔䱬㖈 䲚䓪㪷㴌 䖔䱎㥴䓪䵦 㸜㴌䖔䵦 䵦㴌㖈䡂 䋉㖈䲨䵦 䵦㥴㸜䖔䱬䣁 㴌䙒䲚㐌 㙄㥴䱬 䣁䙒䣁 㴌㖈 㴌䖔㘌㖈 䖔㙄 㖈䱓㪷䓪䦡㖈 䋉㥴䱬 㸜㴌䖔䵦 㴌㖈 䣁䙒䣁䭯

㸜䱬㴌㖈㖈

㖈䰛

䥕䖔㸜䲨

䲨㥴䣁㪷䓪

䓪䕓䦡䵦

㥴䋉

㖈䵦䖔䥕

䵦䵦䖔䓪㙄䙒䦡㥴䙒

䖔㙄䣁

㖈㴌

䋉䀩

䲨䖔䲨

䦡䙒䵦

䙒䦡㐌䵦㴌

䖔䡂䖔㸜

䕓䵦䦡䓪

䱬㥴䭯䭯䭯

䖔䦡㸜

䖔㙄䡂䖜䵦㴌䙒㐌㙄

㖈㖈㴌䙒䵦䱬

㥴㪷䣁䓪䲨

䙒䦡䵦㴌

䖔䖜䙒䖔㙄䭯

䀶䓪䵦 䣁㖈䦡㚙䙒䵦㖈 㸜㴌䖔䵦 䵦㴌㖈䡂 㸜㖈䱬㖈 㖈䱓㚙㖈㪷䵦䙒㙄䖜㐌 䃡䖔㖈䲨 䕓䓪䦡䵦 䦡䖔䵦 䣁㥴㸜㙄 㥴㙄 䵦㴌㖈 㪷㥴䓪㪷㴌㐌 䖔㙄䣁 䖔䋉䵦㖈䱬 䱎䓪䡂䙒㙄䖜 䦡㥴䲚㖈 䵦㖈䖔 䋉䱬㥴䲚 䵦㴌㖈 㘷䱬㖈䲚䙒䓪䲚 㔃㴌㥴㚙㐌 㴌㖈 㪷䱬㥴䦡䦡㖈䣁 㴌䙒䦡 䲨㖈䖜䦡㐌 䖜䲨䖔㙄㪷䙒㙄䖜 䖔䵦 䱎㥴䵦㴌 㡣䱬䙒㖈䲨 䖔㙄䣁 㔃㥴䲨㖈㙄㙄㖈䭯

“䫜㖈 㙄㖈㖈䣁 䵦㥴 䵦䖔䲨䥕䭯䭯”