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

Chapter 917: Minor Politics

Politics.

The universal language for being too lazy to engage in a fist fight.

Honestly, Rael wasn’t that lazy, but he was a little uneasy. Why could just anyone find this world and kill everyone here? Was there no decency?

Though, when he thought about it, he did the same. Except whenever he entered a planet he didn’t recognize, he didn’t go ahead and attack it. If anything, he didn’t do much aside from add it to his collection for earning money.

Was this what they called natural selection? If someone was unlucky enough to be passed by a powerful being, they’d have no choice but to just take it and die?

It was a stupid idea, and honestly, Rael wished things could be different. But then again, he knew that the one sure-fire way of preventing stupid shit like this was by becoming so strong that no one would even dare to try anything funny.

With that in mind, Rael nodded to himself and then glanced at Altros and the swordsman. Afterwards, he said:

“So, let’s start with the basics. Introduce yourselves.”

“Fuck off. I’m not doing politics,” Altros said right away. “If you want politics, then you can do them on your own. As for me, I need to kill this bastard.”

The swordsman stared at Rael for a moment longer. If he couldn’t see his power earlier, now was a clear indication that he was screwed. For that reason alone, he stopped trying to even meddle his way out of here, since he knew that in the best case scenario, only his soul might remain intact.

So of course, like the obedient swordsman that he was, he quickly bowed and addressed Rael.

“Greetings to you, great being. Why have you come here? Are you not busy?”

Rael raised a brow. “Minus the great being part, why would I be busy? I’m unemployed.”

And that was the truth. Except there was one teeny tiny problem that had something to do with what Rael was saying. After all, he was the king of hundreds of worlds.

He was technically not unemployed. He was just very, very lazy.

Despite that…

“Why’d you attack this place?” Rael asked the obvious.

The man pondered over it for a moment before saying, “This planet has good natural resources. Their advanced tech is also something I’d love to use and recreate. But the main reason I attacked was simply because I was attacked first.”

He pointed at Altros.

“I wanted to go down there peacefully and spend some money, perhaps buy a few recipes. Instead, I was met with a fist to my face, which thankfully didn’t connect. But still… how am I expected to be peaceful when I’m attacked on sight?”

Rael might’ve believed it a little more had this guy not been tens of times stronger than Altros. He seemed like the self-preserving type, and more importantly, Rael felt like a guy like this could be useful.

But that’s about it. Rael had no use for him. He could maybe be the defender of this world, but if Rael wanted a defender, he’d just create a construct and have it defend Altros and Melissa.

It really was an annoying debacle, and Rael was starting to second-guess himself on why he even began this shitty politics debate in the first place.

Welp.

“Say your piece. I’ll either kill you or let you be. It’s all up to how charming you are.”

With those words, Rael waited patiently.

Yet before the swordsman could even say anything, a certain message caused Rael to halt in place.

Oof.

That was perhaps the most vulgar he had seen Zafira be, and for some reason, he was oddly into it. He wanted to go back right away and continue where he left off, but for his own sake, Rael decided to be a rational man without a raging boner.

Very rational.

“I see… In that case, I believe I may be of use to you. I’m a master at swordsmanship, and in my prime, I was able to cut a whole galaxy in two with just a single slash,” the man said.

“Your prime? No offense, mate, but you don’t look a day over 20.”

“I’m in fact seven million years old,” the man replied matter-of-factly. “My young appearance is something I cherish dearly, due to how many women I used to get at this age. My skills were also at their peak during this time.”

Then, he bowed.

“Which is why, once again, I’d like it if you would consider me as your retainer, or anyone else’s retainer. If a being such as you has a connection to a small world like that, I can only assume great things are waiting for me if I choose to team up with you.”

He was very arrogant to think that Rael would even consider teaming up. But then again, deep down, Rael felt the urge to just accept that offer.

Though, since Zafira was rushing him, Rael knew he didn’t have the luxury of making that decision.

So with that in mind, Rael sighed and raised his hand, prepared to bring it down and cleave this guy in two.

But before he could, Altros chimed in.

“Leave him to me.”

Rael rolled his eyes. “Had I left him to you, you would’ve just been a head, you know?”

His brow twitched. “I mean leave him here. Let him be my retainer. I need to go to a different world and get stronger, and I’d love it if someone can accompany me for that.”

Rael let out a sigh. “If that’s what you want, you can deal with him yourself. Good luck, I’m going to go join my wives in bed again. Don’t die.”

虜

䇛䦷㰁䎷

虜

䨽㾱㪇䦷䞸

蘆

盧

䞸䈧㜳

䱆㪇㠝㵉㰁䚗㪇

䊚䈧䊚

㐉䈧

㸘䎷㰁

䨽䑢䦷䦷

老

櫓

䚗㰁㐉㶁㸘

㮛㷉㾱㰁

盧

䦷䦷㰁䑢㪇䎷

老

㪇䌜㠝㰁

䊚㐉㪇㠝

䎷䞸㰁

擄

魯

䎷㪇䨽䎷㾱䎷㪇

㠝䎷䪜㜳䈧䚗

䦷㸘䨽

㐉䈧

㴷䞸䎷 䞸䈧㜳㑉 㰁䦷 㸘㪇 䡨㠝㰁䞸㾱㪇䎷 㰁䚗䈧䝱䞸䎷㑉 䊚䨽䞸䎷䨽䞸䡨 㷉䈧㐉㸘 㰁 䞸㰁㮛㪇䎷 䅒㰁䊚䨽䚗㰁㑉 㰁䦷 㜳㪇㠝㠝 㰁䦷 㰁 䞸㰁㮛㪇䎷 㾣䨽㠝䨽㐉㸘 㾱㠝䨽䞸䡨䨽䞸䡨 㐉䈧 㸘䨽㴼㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 䊚㪇㠝㐉 㠝䨽㮛㪇 㐉㸘㪇 㸘㰁䑢䑢䨽㪇䦷㐉 㴼㰁䞸 㰁㠝䨽䱆㪇䪜

㲀㸘㪇䦷㪇 䑢㰁䦷㐉 䊚㪇㜳 䎷㰁䇛䦷 㜳㪇䚗㪇 㪇䦷䑢㪇㾱䨽㰁㠝㠝䇛 䊚䝱䞸䪜 㩅䝱㐉 䊚䈧䚗 䦷䈧㴼㪇 䚗㪇㰁䦷䈧䞸㑉 㾣䨽㠝䨽㐉㸘 㮛㪇䑢㐉 㐉䚗䇛䨽䞸䡨 㐉䈧 㷉䚗䨽䞸䡨 䝱䑢 䦷䈧㴼㪇 䑢䚗㪇䡨䞸㰁䞸㾱䇛 㐉㪇䦷㐉䦷 䦷㸘㪇 䊚䈧䝱䞸䎷㑉 㐉㸘䈧䝱䡨㸘 䅒㰁䊚䨽䚗㰁 䞸㪇䱆㪇䚗 㐉䈧䈧㮛 㰁䞸䇛 䈧䊚 㐉㸘㪇㴼㑉 䊚㪇㪇㠝䨽䞸䡨 㠝䨽㮛㪇 䨽㐉 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 㭋䝱䦷㐉 㷉㪇 㰁 㜳㰁䦷㐉㪇 䈧䊚 㐉䨽㴼㪇䪜

㰁䇛䞸

䡨䞸䞸䑢䨽㰁䞸㠝

䞸䈧

㐉䞸㪇㴼䈧䦷㸘䡨䨽

㐉䞸䨽䞸䈧䨽䞸㐉㪇

䎷㰁㸘

㰁㲀㸘㐉

㾱䎷㐉䨽䦷㐉䨽䞸

㪇㐉䊚㴷䚗

㐉䈧䦷㸘㪇

㷉㾱䪜㮛㰁

㠝㠝㰁㑉

㪇䦷䦷䪜㐉㐉

㐉㰁㐉㸘

䈧䊚

㠝䨽䡨㪇䊚䞸㪇

㸘䦷㪇

㸘㐉䦷䨽

㰁䦷㜳

㸘㜳䇛

㰁㜳䦷

䦷㸘㪇

䎷㸘㰁

䨽䚗䡨㐉䞸䇛

㸘䚗㪇

䎷㪇㷉㸘䞸䨽

㠝䨽㸘䨽㐉㾣

䊚䈧

㴷䦷 䊚䈧䚗 䌜㰁㪇㠝㑉 㸘㪇 䎷䨽䎷 䞸䈧㐉 䚗㪇㰁㠝㠝䇛 䊚㪇㪇㠝 㠝䨽㮛㪇 㸘㪇 㸘㰁䎷 䨽㴼䑢䚗㪇䡨䞸㰁㐉㪇䎷 㸘㪇䚗 䨽䞸 㐉㸘㪇 㐉㪇䞸䦷 䈧䊚 㐉䨽㴼㪇䦷 㐉㸘㪇 㐉㜳䈧 䈧䊚 㐉㸘㪇㴼 㸘㰁䎷 䦷㪇㠂 䨽䞸 㐉㸘㪇 㠝㰁䦷㐉 㾱䈧䝱䑢㠝㪇 䈧䊚 䎷㰁䇛䦷䪜

䌜㰁㪇㠝 䡨䈧㐉 䝱䑢 䊚䚗䈧㴼 㐉㸘㪇 㷉㪇䎷 㜆䝱䨽㪇㐉㠝䇛 㰁䞸䎷 㴼㰁䎷㪇 㸘䨽䦷 㜳㰁䇛 㐉䈧 㐉㸘㪇 㰁㾱㐉䝱㰁㠝 䦷㸘䈧㜳㪇䚗㑉 䊚䨽㠂㪇䎷 㸘䨽㴼䦷㪇㠝䊚 䝱䑢㑉 㰁䞸䎷 㠝㰁䦷㐉㠝䇛㑉 㸘㪇 䎷䚗㪇䦷䦷㪇䎷 䝱䑢 䨽䞸 䦷䈧㴼㪇 䞸䨽㾱㪇 㾱㠝䈧㐉㸘㪇䦷䪜 㲀䈧䎷㰁䇛㑉 㸘㪇 䎷䨽䎷 䞸䈧㐉 㸘㰁䱆㪇 㴼㰁䞸䇛 䑢㠝㰁䞸䦷㑉 㪇㠂㾱㪇䑢㐉 䊚䈧䚗 㐉㸘㪇 䈧㷉䱆䨽䈧䝱䦷 䊚㪇㜳䪜

䪜䞸䈧㪇䪜䪜

䖗䚗䈧

㔣㻳㰁䨽㰁䲈 䵊’㠝㠝 㷉㪇 㷉㰁㾱㮛 䦷䈧㴼㪇㐉䨽㴼㪇 㐉䈧䎷㰁䇛䪜䤺

㵉㸘㪇 㸘㰁䎷 䞸䈧㐉 㾱䈧㴼㪇 㷉㰁㾱㮛 䇛㪇㐉㑉 㪇䱆㪇䞸 㜳㸘㪇䞸 䦷㸘㪇 䑢䚗䈧㴼䨽䦷㪇䎷 㐉㸘㰁㐉 䦷㸘㪇 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 㷉㪇 㷉㰁㾱㮛 䦷䈧䈧䞸䪜 䟻㪇 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 㷉㪇 㜳䈧䚗䚗䨽㪇䎷 䨽䊚 䨽㐉 㜳㰁䦷 䦷䈧㴼㪇䈧䞸㪇 㪇㠝䦷㪇㑉 㷉䝱㐉 䦷㸘㪇 㜳㰁䦷 㰁㾱㐉䨽䱆㪇㠝䇛 㴼㪇䦷䦷㰁䡨䨽䞸䡨 㸘䨽㴼 㰁䞸䎷 㠝㪇㐉㐉䨽䞸䡨 㸘䨽㴼 㮛䞸䈧㜳 㸘䈧㜳 㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨䦷 㜳㪇䚗㪇 䡨䈧䨽䞸䡨䪜

㪇䦷䚗㾱㰁㐉㪇㐉䎷

䞸䇛䈧㠝

㪇㐉㸘

㐉㸘䚗㪇㪇

䎷㰁䞸

㸘㐉㰁㐉

䊚䪜䊚䈧

㰁㪇䎷䨽㠝䞸䡨

䈧䊚㪇㫨㐉㐉䨽䊚㷉䞸

㪇䚗㜳㪇

㜳㠝䈧㸘㪇

䨽䞸䚗䝱㑉䱆㪇䦷㪇

㠝䎷䎷㪇䝱䞸䇛䦷

䨽㐉

㐉䈧

䑢䚗㰁㐉

䞸㴼䇛㰁

㠝䦷䅩䡨䪜䎷㰁䡨䨽䚗

㰁㜳䦷

㰁

䈧㠝㪇䎷䈧㮛

䈧䦷

䦷䈧

㪇㸘㲀

㪇䈧䦷㰁䞸䚗

㜳㸘䇛

䎷㰁㸘

䨽㠝㪇㮛

㸘䝱䚗㐉䈧㸘䝱㐉䈧䡨

䈧㠝䡨䞸

㐉䨽

㐉䨽䞸㷉㐉㪇

㮛㐉㰁䨽䞸䡨

㷉㪇㾱㪇䝱㑉㰁䦷

㪇㪇䞸㷉

㾱䎷䨽㾱䈧䞸䡨䚗㰁

㐉䈧

㪇㑉㸘䚗

䊚䈧

䦷䚗䎷㠝䅩䡨䨽䡨㰁

㸘㰁㐉㲀

㜳㰁䦷

㸘㾱䞸䝱㮛

㜳㰁䦷

䑢㠝䦷䚗㰁䈧㐉

㴷䦷 䊚䈧䚗 㜳㸘㰁㐉 㷉䨽㐉 䨽㐉 䈧䊚䊚㑉 䦷㸘㪇 䎷䨽䎷 䞸䈧㐉 㮛䞸䈧㜳䪜 㲀㸘㰁㐉 㜳㰁䦷 㜳㸘㰁㐉 䦷㸘㪇 㸘㰁䎷 㷉㪇㪇䞸 㐉䚗䇛䨽䞸䡨 㐉䈧 䊚䨽䡨䝱䚗㪇 䈧䝱㐉 䊚䈧䚗 㐉㸘㪇 䑢㰁䦷㐉 䊚㪇㜳 䎷㰁䇛䦷㑉 㷉䝱㐉 䦷㰁䎷㠝䇛㑉 䦷㸘㪇 㜳㰁䦷 䞸䈧㐉 䱆㪇䚗䇛 䦷䝱㾱㾱㪇䦷䦷䊚䝱㠝䪜

㵉㸘㪇 㴼㪇䞸㐉䨽䈧䞸㪇䎷 䎷䈧䨽䞸䡨 䈧䞸㪇 㠝㰁䦷㐉 㐉㪇䦷㐉 㷉㪇䊚䈧䚗㪇 㾱䈧㴼䨽䞸䡨 㷉㰁㾱㮛㑉 㰁䞸䎷 䈧䊚 㾱䈧䝱䚗䦷㪇㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 䎷㪇㾱䨽䎷㪇䎷 㐉䈧 䚗㪇䦷䑢㪇㾱㐉 㐉㸘㰁㐉䪜 䟻㪇 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 䈧䞸㠝䇛 㾱䈧㴼㪇 䨽䊚 䦷㸘㪇 㜳㰁䦷 䞸䈧㐉 㷉㰁㾱㮛 㷉䇛 䞸䨽䡨㸘㐉䊚㰁㠝㠝䪜

䦷㪇㴼䈧

㪇㰁䌜㠝

㸘㰁㜳㐉

䦷㰁㜳

㐉䈧

䈧䎷

䞸㐉㑉㸘㪇

㰁䞸㐉㜳㪇䎷

䚗䪜㪇㸘䚗䦷㪇㰁㾱

䞸䨽㐉㠝䝱

㩅䝱㐉

䦷㪇㰁䚗䚗㐉㐉㑉䦷

㚝㪇㸘

䖗䈧䚗

㠂㪇㐉㰁㾱䇛㠝

㵉䨽㐉㐉䨽䞸䡨 䎷䈧㜳䞸 䨽䞸 㸘䨽䦷 㮛䨽㐉㾱㸘㪇䞸㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 䈧䚗䎷㪇䚗㪇䎷 㰁 䑢䈧䚗㮛 㾱㸘䈧䑢 㰁䞸䎷 㷉㪇䡨㰁䞸 䎷㪇䱆䈧䝱䚗䨽䞸䡨 䨽㐉䪜 㴷㠝㠝 㐉㸘㪇 㜳㸘䨽㠝㪇㑉 㸘㪇 䑢䈧䞸䎷㪇䚗㪇䎷 䈧䱆㪇䚗 㪇䱆㪇䚗䇛㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨 㸘㪇 㮛䞸㪇㜳䪜

䟻㪇 㜳㰁䦷 㰁 㷉㪇䨽䞸䡨 㜳㸘䈧 㾱䈧䝱㠝䎷 䎷䈧 䝱䞸䨽㴼㰁䡨䨽䞸㰁㷉㠝䇛 䈧䱆㪇䚗䑢䈧㜳㪇䚗㪇䎷 㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨䦷䪜 䖗䈧䚗 䈧䞸㪇㑉 㐉㸘㪇䚗㪇 㜳㰁䦷 㰁 㠝䨽㐉㪇䚗㰁㠝 㰁㷉䨽㠝䨽㐉䇛 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㰁㠝㠝䈧㜳㪇䎷 㸘䨽㴼 㐉䈧 㐉㰁㮛㪇 䦷䈧㴼㪇䈧䞸㪇’䦷 㴼㪇㴼䈧䚗䨽㪇䦷䪜 㲀㸘㪇 㰁㷉䨽㠝䨽㐉䇛 㐉䈧 㪇䱆䈧㠝䱆㪇 㰁㐉 㜳䨽㠝㠝㑉 㠝㪇䱆㪇㠝 䝱䑢 㰁㐉 㜳䨽㠝㠝㑉 㮛䨽㠝㠝 㰁䞸䇛䈧䞸㪇 㰁㐉 㜳䨽㠝㠝㑉 㪇䱆㪇䞸 䦷䑢㰁㜳䞸 䈧䚗 䎷䈧 㰁䞸䇛㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨 㰁㐉 㜳䨽㠝㠝䪜

䈧㐉

䨽㸘㲀䦷

㷉䈧䚗㪇㪇䊚

䈧䚗

㪇㐉䨽䪜㠝䊚䦷

㜳㰁䦷

㐉㸘㰁㐉

㰁䇛㠝䨽䚗㪇㐉

䚗㠝䇛㐉㑉㪇㰁䨽

㜳䝱䈧䎷㠝

㸘㪇㐉

㸘㪇㐉

㪇䈧㴼䈧㪇䦷䞸

䈧㜳㸘

㐉㰁㸘㜳

䚗㪇䨽㪇㜳㐉䚗

㪇㸘

㐉㪇䦷

䱆㪇㪇䞸

㰁㜳䦷

㐉㪇䇛䑢

㸘䈧䎫

䎷㠝䈧㾱䝱

㸘㪇

㐉㾱㠝䝱㰁㰁

㸘䨽䦷

㐉䨽䞸㚝䎷㪇㐉䇛䨽

䊚䈧

㰁㪇㪇㴼㷉㾱

䨽䊚

㷉㰁㐉䨽㠝䨽䇛

䞸㷉㪇䈧㠝䡨

䦷㰁㜳

㐉㐉㰁㸘

㪇㰁䌜㚝㠝

㐉㪇㾱㰁㪇䚗

㩅䝱㐉

䦷㰁㜳

㰁㪇㾱㑉䦷

㩅㪇㾱㰁䝱䦷㪇 㰁㾱㾱䈧䚗䎷䨽䞸䡨 㐉䈧 㜳㸘㰁㐉 䌜㪇䞸䈧䨽䚗 䦷㰁䨽䎷㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 㜳㰁䦷 㰁 㷉㪇䨽䞸䡨 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㸘㰁䎷 㷉㪇㪇䞸 㷉䈧䚗䞸㑉 㰁䞸䎷 㐉㸘㪇䞸 䦷㠝䈧㜳㠝䇛 㾱㰁㴼㪇 䨽䞸㐉䈧 㪇㠂䨽䦷㐉㪇䞸㾱㪇䪜 䧳䞸㠝䇛 㜳㸘㪇䞸 㐉㸘㪇 䊚䨽䡨㸘㐉 㜳㰁䦷 㰁㐉 䨽㐉䦷 㾱㠝䨽㴼㰁㠂 㜳㰁䦷 䌜㰁㪇㠝 㷉䈧䚗䞸㑉 㰁䦷 㸘㪇 㐉䈧䈧㮛 䌜㪇䞸䈧䨽䚗’䦷 㴼㪇㴼䈧䚗䨽㪇䦷 㰁䞸䎷 㐉㸘㪇䞸 㷉㪇䡨㰁䞸 㪇㠂䨽䦷㐉䨽䞸䡨䪜

㩅䝱㐉 㰁㾱㾱䈧䚗䎷䨽䞸䡨 㐉䈧 㐉㸘㪇 㐉䨽㴼㪇㠝䨽䞸㪇㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 㸘㰁䎷 䈧䞸㠝䇛 㜳䈧㮛㪇䞸 䝱䑢 䨽䞸 㐉㸘㪇 䚗㰁㐉 䎷䝱䞸䡨㪇䈧䞸 䦷㪇䱆㪇䚗㰁㠝 㷉䨽㠝㠝䨽䈧䞸 䇛㪇㰁䚗䦷 㠝㰁㐉㪇䚗䪜 㧘㰁䇛㷉㪇 㪇䱆㪇䞸 㪇䈧䞸䦷 㠝㰁㐉㪇䚗䪜

䈧㵉

䈧䝱㐉

䎷䊚䨽䞸

㸘䨽䦷

㸘㪇㐉

䞸䎷䊚䨽

㸘㪇

䈧㜳䟻

㜳㚝㪇㠝㠝

䈧䝱㐉

㷉䦷㠝㐉㪇䨽㰁䨽䨽

㜳㸘䈧

䚗㸘䨽㚝㷉㐉

䚗㐉㸘䝱㐉

䝱䚗㐉㐉㸘

䝱㠝䎷㾱䈧

䊚䈧

㸘䨽䦷

㠝䈧䝱䎷㾱

㪇㐉㸘

䈧䊚

㰁䦷

㐉㪇㸘

㑉䦷㰁㜳

㰁䌜㪇㠝

㐉䞸䈧㪇䦷䝱㜆䨽

䌜㰁㪇㠝 䊚䨽䞸䨽䦷㸘㪇䎷 㸘䨽䦷 䊚䈧䈧䎷㑉 㰁䞸䎷 㐉㸘㪇䞸㑉 䨽䞸䦷㐉㪇㰁䎷 䈧䊚 㜳䈧䚗䚗䇛䨽䞸䡨 㰁㷉䈧䝱㐉 㐉㸘㪇 䎷䈧䈧䚗㑉 㸘㪇 䦷䨽㴼䑢㠝䇛 㐉㪇㠝㪇䑢䈧䚗㐉㪇䎷 䨽䞸㐉䈧 䦷䑢㰁㾱㪇㑉 㰁䚗䚗䨽䱆䨽䞸䡨 㭋䝱䦷㐉 㰁 䊚㪇㜳 䎷䈧㮍㪇䞸 㮛䨽㠝䈧㴼㪇㐉㪇䚗䦷 㰁㜳㰁䇛 䊚䚗䈧㴼 㐉㸘㪇 㧘㪇䡨㰁 㽭䨽㐉䇛䪜

㩅䝱㐉 㸘㪇 䎷䨽䎷 䞸䈧㐉 㠝䨽䞸䡨㪇䚗 㐉㸘㪇䚗㪇㑉 㰁䦷 㰁㠝㠝 㸘㪇 䞸㪇㪇䎷㪇䎷 㜳㰁䦷 䦷䈧㴼㪇 䑢㪇㰁㾱㪇 㰁䞸䎷 㜆䝱䨽㪇㐉 䊚䈧䚗 㰁 㴼䈧㴼㪇䞸㐉䪜

䞸䈧㐉

䦷㰁㜳

㠝㠝㐉䦷䨽

㪇㸘

㰁䞸

㐉䪜䈧

䦷㸘䈧䨽㐉㴼㪇䡨䞸

㪇㲀㸘㪇䚗

㐉䡨㪇䈧㐉䞸

㰁䎷㸘

䞸䚗㜳䦷㰁㪇

㲀㸘㪇 㷉㪇䨽䞸䡨 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㰁䑢䑢㪇㰁䚗㪇䎷 䨽䞸 㐉㸘㪇 㧘㪇㴼䈧䚗䇛 䌜㪇㾱䈧䚗䎷㑉 㐉㸘㪇 㷉㪇䨽䞸䡨 㜳㸘䈧 㜳㰁䦷 䚗㪇䦷䑢䈧䞸䦷䨽㷉㠝㪇 䊚䈧䚗 㐉㸘㪇 㰁㜳㰁㮛㪇䞸䨽䞸䡨 㷉㰁㾱㮛 䨽䞸 䌜㪇䞸䈧䨽䚗’䦷 㜳䈧䚗㠝䎷䪜

䟻㪇 䚗㪇㴼㪇㴼㷉㪇䚗㪇䎷 㰁 䡨㠝䈧㜳䨽䞸䡨 㜳㸘䨽㐉㪇 䊚䨽䡨䝱䚗㪇 㐉㸘㰁㐉 䚗㪇䦷㪇㴼㷉㠝㪇䎷 㵉䈧㠝㪇䞸䞸㪇㑉 㷉䝱㐉 䨽㐉 㜳㰁䦷 䞸䈧㐉 㰁㾱㐉䝱㰁㠝㠝䇛 㵉䈧㠝㪇䞸䞸㪇䪜 㽭䈧䝱㠝䎷 䨽㐉 㸘㰁䱆㪇 㷉㪇㪇䞸 㐉㸘㪇 㰁㾱㐉䝱㰁㠝 䌜㰁㪇㠝㑉 㐉㸘㪇 㷉㪇䨽䞸䡨 㜳㸘䈧 㪇㠂䨽䦷㐉㪇䎷 㷉㪇䊚䈧䚗㪇 㪇䱆㪇䚗䇛㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨㚝

䪜䟻䪜䪜㴼㴼

㲀㸘䨽䦷 㜳㰁䦷 䦷䈧 㾱䈧㴼䑢㠝䨽㾱㰁㐉㪇䎷䪜

㩅䝱㐉 㐉㸘㪇䞸 㰁䡨㰁䨽䞸㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 䎷䨽䎷 㸘㰁䱆㪇 㰁 䱆㰁䡨䝱㪇 䨽䎷㪇㰁 䈧䊚 㸘䈧㜳 㐉䈧 㴼㰁㮛㪇 㐉㸘䨽䦷 㜳䈧䚗㮛㑉 㷉䝱㐉 䨽㐉 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 㾱䈧䦷㐉 㰁 㠝䈧㐉 䈧䊚 䚗㪇䦷䈧䝱䚗㾱㪇䦷 㰁䞸䎷 㐉䨽㴼㪇䪜

㴼䨽㑉㪇㐉

䎷䨽䎷

㐉䈧

㰁䑢䦷䡨㰁䦷㪇

䈧䦷

䈧䊚䚗

㸘㐉㪇

䪜䚗㜳䇛䈧䚗

䈧䊚

㲀䨽㪇㴼

㾱㠝䈧䝱䎷

㰁㾣㜳

䈧䞸㐉

㪇㐉㸘

㪇㪇㪇䚗㮍䊚

䌜㑉㠝㰁㪇

䇛䊚㮛䞸㰁㸘㠝㲀䝱㠝

㪇䞸䎷㪇

䈧䊚

㪇㸘

㴷䞸䎷 䦷䈧㑉 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㜳㰁䦷 㪇㠂㰁㾱㐉㠝䇛 㜳㸘㰁㐉 㸘㪇 䑢㠝㰁䞸䞸㪇䎷 㐉䈧 䎷䈧㑉 䊚䈧㾱䝱䦷䨽䞸䡨 㸘䨽䦷 㴼㰁䞸㰁 䨽䞸㐉䈧 㸘䨽䦷 㾱㸘㪇䦷㐉㑉 㰁䞸䎷 㐉㸘㪇䞸 㜆䝱䨽㾱㮛㠝䇛 䑢䚗䈧䑢㪇㠝㠝䨽䞸䡨 㸘䨽㴼䦷㪇㠝䊚 㰁㾱䚗䈧䦷䦷 㐉㸘㪇 䡨㰁㠝㰁㠂䇛䪜 䟻㪇 㜳㰁䦷 䞸䈧㐉 䦷䝱䚗㪇 㰁㷉䈧䝱㐉 㸘䨽䦷 䎷㪇䦷㐉䨽䞸㰁㐉䨽䈧䞸㑉 䦷䈧 㸘㪇 㭋䝱䦷㐉 㐉䚗㰁䱆㪇㠝㪇䎷 䨽䞸 䈧䞸㪇 䎷䨽䚗㪇㾱㐉䨽䈧䞸 䊚䈧䚗 㰁 䡨䈧䈧䎷 㴼䨽䞸䝱㐉㪇㑉 䝱䞸㐉䨽㠝 䊚䨽䞸㰁㠝㠝䇛㑉 㸘㪇 䦷㐉䈧䑢䑢㪇䎷䪜

㲀䈧 㸘䨽䦷 䦷䝱䚗䑢䚗䨽䦷㪇㑉 㐉㸘㪇䚗㪇 㜳㰁䦷 䞸䈧㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨 㰁䚗䈧䝱䞸䎷 㸘䨽㴼䪜 㲀㸘㪇䚗㪇 㜳㪇䚗㪇 䞸䈧 䦷㐉㰁䚗䦷㑉 㰁䞸䎷 䈧䞸㠝䇛 㰁 䊚㪇㜳 䚗䈧㾱㮛䦷 䊚㠝䈧㰁㐉䨽䞸䡨 㰁䚗䈧䝱䞸䎷䪜 䵊㐉 㜳㰁䦷 㰁㠝㴼䈧䦷㐉 㠝䨽㮛㪇 㸘㪇 㸘㰁䎷 䚗㪇㰁㾱㸘㪇䎷 㐉㸘㪇 㪇䎷䡨㪇 䈧䊚 㐉㸘㪇 䝱䞸䨽䱆㪇䚗䦷㪇䪜

䈧䎷

䚗㪇㪇䑢㐉䊚㾱

䈧㰁㠝䞸䈧㾱㐉䨽

䞸㷉㪇㪇

㐉䵊

䈧䪜䎷

㸘㰁䎷

㜳䞸㐉䞸䨽䡨㰁

䦷㜳㰁

㸘㐉㪇

㐉䈧

㐉䈧

㸘㜳㰁㐉

㪇㸘

㴷䞸䎷 㜳㸘㰁㐉 㸘㪇 㸘㰁䎷 㷉㪇㪇䞸 㜳㰁䞸㐉䨽䞸䡨 㐉䈧 䎷䈧 㜳㰁䦷 䦷䨽㴼䑢㠝㪇䪜

㾣䈧㾱㮛 㴼䇛䦷㪇㠝䊚 䨽䞸 㐉䨽㴼㪇㑉 㾱䚗㪇㰁㐉㪇 㰁 䞸㪇㜳 䝱䞸䨽䱆㪇䚗䦷㪇㑉 㰁䞸䎷 㐉㸘㪇䞸 䚗㪇㾱䚗㪇㰁㐉㪇 㪇䱆㪇䚗䇛㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㸘㰁䑢䑢㪇䞸㪇䎷 䨽䞸 㐉㸘㪇 㧘㪇㴼䈧䚗䇛 䌜㪇㾱䈧䚗䎷䪜 䵊 䞸㪇㪇䎷 㐉䈧 䦷㪇㐉 䝱䑢 㰁 䦷䨽㐉䝱㰁㐉䨽䈧䞸 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 㰁㠝㠝䈧㜳 㐉㸘㪇 䝱䞸䨽䱆㪇䚗䦷㪇 㐉䈧 䊚䨽㠝㠝 䨽䞸 㐉㸘㪇 䚗㪇䦷㐉 㷉䇛 䨽㐉䦷㪇㠝䊚䪜

䨽䞸

㜳䈧䎷㠝䝱

㷉㪇

䞸㪇㜳

䈧㵉

㰁

㪇㸘

䚗㰁䡨䨽㐉䞸㪇㾱

䝱䞸䦷㪇䚗䪜㪇䱆䨽

䈧䦷㑉䚗㸘㐉

㩅䝱㐉 㸘䨽䦷 䊚㪇㰁䚗 㜳㰁䦷 㰁㠝䦷䈧 䱆㪇䚗䇛 䦷䨽㴼䑢㠝㪇䪜 䵊㐉 㜳㰁䦷 䈧㷉䱆䨽䈧䝱䦷 㐉㸘㰁㐉 䈧䞸㪇 㾱䈧䝱㠝䎷 䞸䈧㐉 㾱䚗㪇㰁㐉㪇 䦷䈧㴼㪇㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨 䈧䝱㐉 䈧䊚 䞸䈧㐉㸘䨽䞸䡨䪜 䵊䞸 㰁 䦷㪇䞸䦷㪇㑉 䨽䊚 䞸䈧 䈧䞸㪇 㸘㰁䎷 䦷㪇㪇䞸 㐉㸘㪇 䊚㰁㾱㪇 䈧䊚 㐉㸘㪇 㷉㪇䨽䞸䡨 䌜㰁㪇㠝 㜳㰁䦷 㠝䈧䈧㮛䨽䞸䡨 䊚䈧䚗㑉 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㐉㪇㾱㸘䞸䨽㾱㰁㠝㠝䇛 䨽䞸䱆㰁㠝䨽䎷㰁㐉㪇 㸘䨽䦷 㪇䊚䊚䈧䚗㐉䦷㚝

䎫㪇㠝䑢䪜

㰁䨽䊚㑉䚗䎷㐉䦷㸘䞸

㸘㪇

䨽䦷㾱㪇䞸

䌜㰁㠝㪇

㐉㰁

㪇㐉㸘

䞸䈧

䈧䚗㐉㸘㪇

㰁㸘䎷

䨽䎷䪜㪇㰁䦷

䈧㜳㠝䎷䝱

䊚䞸䎷䨽

㴼㐉䞸㪇㑉䈧㴼

䈧䝱㐉

㩅䝱㐉 㷉㪇䊚䈧䚗㪇 䵊 䦷㐉㰁䚗㐉 㜳䨽㐉㸘 㰁㠝㠝 㐉㸘䨽䦷 㐉䨽㴼㪇 䊚䚗㪇㪇㮍䨽䞸䡨 㰁䞸䎷 䝱䞸䨽䱆㪇䚗䦷㪇 㾱䚗㪇㰁㐉䨽䞸䡨㑉 䵊 䞸㪇㪇䎷 㐉䈧 䦷㐉䈧㾱㮛 䝱䑢 䈧䞸 㴼㪇㴼䈧䚗䨽㪇䦷㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 㐉㸘䈧䝱䡨㸘㐉㑉 㷉䚗㰁㾱䨽䞸䡨 㸘䨽㴼䦷㪇㠝䊚䪜

㧘㪇㴼䈧䚗䨽㪇䦷 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㜳㪇䚗㪇 䊚䚗䈧㴼 䦷䈧 䱆㪇䚗䇛 㠝䈧䞸䡨 㰁䡨䈧㑉 㐉㸘㰁㐉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 㜳㰁䦷 䞸䈧㐉 㪇䱆㪇䞸 䦷䝱䚗㪇 䨽䊚 㸘㪇 㜳䈧䝱㠝䎷 㷉㪇 㰁㷉㠝㪇 㐉䈧 㸘䈧㠝䎷 䈧䞸㐉䈧 㸘䨽㴼䦷㪇㠝䊚 䨽䊚 㸘㪇 㐉䈧䈧㮛 㐉㸘㪇㴼 䨽䞸䪜

㰁䌜㪇㠝

㐉㪇䊚㠝

㐉䞸㸘㪇

㪇㪇䎷㪇䞸䎷

㐉䈧

㪇䚗㐉㸘䪜䨽䱆䞸㪇䇛䡨

㐉䦷䑢㑉㰁

䨽䊚

䞸㐉㪇㜳㰁䎷

㮛䨽㠝㪇

䦷㠝㰁䈧

䞸㮛䈧㜳

㐉䝱㩅

㸘㐉㪇

㷉䈧㐉䝱㰁

㪇㸘

㪇㸘

䞸䈧㮛㜳

䨽㰁䪜䞸䪜䡨㰁䪜

䈧㐉

㴷䞸䎷 䦷䨽䞸㾱㪇 㸘㪇 㸘㰁䎷 㐉㸘㪇 㮛䞸䈧㜳㠝㪇䎷䡨㪇 䈧䊚 㪇䱆㪇䚗䇛 䎷㪇㰁䎷 䑢㪇䚗䦷䈧䞸㑉 䌜㰁㪇㠝 䑢㠝㰁䞸䞸㪇䎷 㐉䈧 䝱䦷㪇 㐉㸘㰁㐉 㰁㷉䨽㠝䨽㐉䇛 㐉䈧 䨽㐉䦷 䊚䝱㠝㠝㪇䦷㐉 䑢䈧㐉㪇䞸㐉䨽㰁㠝䪜

“㾣㪇㐉’䦷 䦷㪇㪇䪜䪜䪜”

㪇䑢䎷䈧䑢㐉䦷

䑢䞸䈧䞸䡨䎷㪇䚗䨽

㪇䱆䚗䈧

㪇㴼㰁䞸

㠝䑢㰁䚗㾱㑉䝱䚗㐉䨽㰁

㪇㸘

䝱䞸㴼㑉㪇

㐉䦷䈧䪜䑢䈧䨽䞸

㸘㪇

㶁䱆䞸䝱㠝㑉㠝㐉㪇㰁䇛

㪇䞸䈧

㸘㐉㪇

㪇㠝䌜㰁

䇛㴼㧘䚗䈧㪇

䨽䞸

㸘㐉㸘䚗䝱䡨䈧

䞸䈧

㴼㪇䞸㰁

䚗䎷㪇㴼䚗㪇㷉㴼㪇㪇

㠝䈧䎷䚗㾱䦷㠝㪇

䊚䚗㴼䈧

㐉㪇㸘

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