Read Novel Full Chapter 923: Testing
Chapter 923: Testing
“So, uhh, what exactly are the Emperors and Empresses of Reality? Do you, like, govern all of existence or something? Are you related to the High Gods?”
“The High Gods are beings who don’t exactly hold any relevance in the universe. They are simply there to enforce order,” Isolde replied. Then, she enveloped him in a bit of her mana, staring at him with interest.
“If I had to guess, you are as strong as a High God at the moment. If you were to go all out and remove your limit entirely, you might even be able to rival us, the Ambassadors of Reality.”
Rael groaned slightly. He found all of this so hard to digest, because why in the hell were there so many realms? He could’ve sworn there was a realm for everything.
She seemed to recognize his unease too, however, as she went ahead and suddenly placed her hand over his shoulder, sending a jolt of mana throughout his entire body, and then stepping back in shock.
“You have a full mana body? That’s very rare. Even I don’t have something like that…” Isolde mumbled, then narrowed her eyes and decided to answer his earlier question.
“Also, yes, we do govern all of existence. We keep everyone in check and do the necessary world awakenings and eliminations. We have plenty of other things to take care of, but for the most part, we are pretty free.”
“I see…” Rael replied, then tilted his head. “Is Reality a concept, or is it a person?”
A faint smile appeared on her face. “All concepts stem from a person’s achievements. There are Ambassadors of Time, Ambassadors of Space, and many others. Reality just so happens to be the one that’s most important, so by default, we, the Ambassadors of Reality, also have the biggest burden, which is to maintain Reality.”
Hmm…
Rael had never thought of it like that. It was sort of interesting, but did that mean there were also Ambassadors of Lust? Did they handle the balance by sleeping with virgins?
Evidently, this whole scenario was way out of his knowledge range, and since Rael didn’t see any of those beings in any of the memories he had tried to purchase, he was sure that those memories would only appear whenever he advanced his Premium Facade perk to Ultimate-Unique rank.
Or… he could try figuring out a way to forcefully evolve it, pretty much skipping all the ranks and everything else. After all, if he could trick time and reality itself, it should be possible to do something like that, wasn’t it?
Rael continued thinking about the possibilities, and on the other hand, Isolde spoke up again.
“I feel like you’re someone who’s been born from the mistake of one of the Ambassadors. From your skillset, you might have the characteristics of the Concept of Death, Concept of Life, Concept of Reality, and Concept of Chaos.”
“Mhm. Well, that doesn’t really help me, you know? Is there any way I can meet these guys myself? I feel like I’d figure out a lot if I just so much as talked to them a little, you know?”
“Sadly, you’re not allowed to go anywhere near them, let alone Miss Reality herself, as she detests men, especially those who look charming,” Isolde replied.
Rael let out a chuckle. “Well, make sure to at the very least get my message across. I want answers more than anything.”
And if you don’t give me answers, I might just kill one of you and figure out the rest myself, he thought with a slight smile.
After all, she had inspected him from afar, and Rael was sure her presence didn’t come from the universe. Rather, it was somewhere much further outside of it. Rael knew that he could definitely track down the answers he needed.
But not before getting a little stronger first.
“So now that you’ve come here, what now? Do you know anything that could help me?” Rael asked once more.
He had already heard about the past from her, and it was evident that the only reason she appeared as a completely white being was so she could carry out her orders to bring forth an awakening onto the world.
Rael would love to consider that an accident.
But how could he?
The awakening happened right after he ate the Supreme Beast’s Eye. It was too strange, and now, to think that the Supreme Beast was nothing in comparison to these people really led Rael to believe there was so much more he had yet to realize.
He wanted to know everything.
But then again, he was also a little afraid of the knowledge. What if he became so knowledgeable to the point where he would forget himself?
What if, by finding out whatever he needed, Rael suddenly gained the knowledge of every being in the universe all at once? He could take in knowledge a little bit at a time, but taking it all at once… Rael was sure his mind wasn’t made for something like that.
But regardless of what that was…
“I could stay here for a little bit and perform some tests on you. They aren’t invasive tests, and you might even find them to be quite fun. They might help you figure out just what kind of being you are,” Isolde said, then paused for a moment.
“Truth be told, I am also intrigued. I have never seen a being who could so effortlessly put the Concepts to shame. It’s almost like you are the progenitor of Concepts themselves, pfft… Too bad it’s only a myth.”
Hmm…
Rael didn’t expect to see a red flag so soon. Still, he noted down the myth in his mind and then nodded at her.
He wasn’t sure what kind of masochistic experiments she would do, but so be it. If it meant he could get more answers, he didn’t mind getting at least a little hurt.
“Fine. I agree to do these experiments.”
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㐭㛔㣦 䅖䄚䓲䡟䡟㣦䰢 㛔㣦㒦 㡀䉎䄚䤌㣦㒦䅖䗉 㠊䄚㡀㒦㣦㣦䋖䉎䄚䤌 䙴䉎䩝㣦㺺 㹸䅖 㡀䤃㒦 㝣䓲㣦䄸䗉 㛔㣦 䕔䤃㠊䤌㛔㣦䰢 䤃䄚䕔㣦䗉 㛔㣦䓲䄸䉎䄚䤌 㛔䉎䅖 䉎䄚㬃㠊㒦䉎㣦䅖䗉 䓲䄚䰢 䙴㛔㣦䄚 䤌䄸䓲䄚䕔㣦䰢 䓲䙴 㛔㣦㒦㺺
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㻐䉎䙴㛔 䙴㛔䤃䅖㣦 䍙䤃㒦䰢䅖䗉 䅖㛔㣦 䙴䤃䤃䁮 䓲 䅖䙴㣦䡟 䙴䤃 㛔䉎䅖 䄸㣦㡀䙴䗉 䓲䄚䰢 䙴㛔㣦䄚 䚭㣦䤌䓲䄚 䍙䓲䄸䁮䉎䄚䤌 䉎䄚 䓲 䕔䉎㒦䕔䄸㣦 䓲䅖 䅖㛔㣦 䕔䤃䄚䙴䉎䄚㠊㣦䰢 䄸䉎䅖䙴䉎䄚䤌 䅖㣦㗃㣦㒦䓲䄸 㡀䓲䕔䙴䅖 䓲䚭䤃㠊䙴 㛔䉎䩝㺺
“㹸䅖 㑹䤃㠊 䅖䓲䉎䰢䗉 㑹䤃㠊㒦 䅖䤃㠊䄸 䉎䅖 䰢㣦㡀䉎䄚䉎䙴㣦䄸㑹 䄚䤃䙴 㑹䤃㠊䄚䤌㺺 䀘䤃㠊 㛔䓲㗃㣦 䅖䡟㣦䄚䙴 䩝䓲䄚㑹 㑹㣦䓲㒦䅖 䉎䄚 䙴㛔㣦 㾾䉎䄚䰢 㝣㣦䓲䄸䩝䗉 䩝䓲䄚㑹 㑹㣦䓲㒦䅖 䉎䄚 䡟䄸䓲䕔㣦䅖 䍙㛔㣦㒦㣦 䙴䉎䩝㣦 䰢䤃㣦䅖䄚’䙴 䩝䤃㗃㣦䗉 䓲䄚䰢 㳅 䙴䓲䁮㣦 䉎䙴 㑹䤃㠊 㛔䓲㗃㣦䄚’䙴 䅖㑹䄚䕔㣦䰢 㑹䤃㠊㒦 䓲䤌㣦 䉎䄚 䓲 䍙㛔䉎䄸㣦䗉 㒦䉎䤌㛔䙴䚁”
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“”㾾䗉㛔䩝
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㣦’㗃䙴䄚䓲㛔
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“䀘㣦䓲㛔䗉 㑹䤃㠊㒦 䅖䤃㠊䄸 䉎䅖 㡀䓲㒦 䤃䄸䰢㣦㒦 䙴㛔䓲䄚 䙴㛔䓲䙴䗉” 㳅䅖䤃䄸䰢㣦 䓲䅖䅖㠊㒦㣦䰢㺺 “㳅䙴’䅖 㣦䓲䅖䉎䄸㑹 䉎䄚 䙴㛔㣦 䙴㒦䉎䄸䄸䉎䤃䄚䅖 䤃㡀 㑹㣦䓲㒦䅖㺺 㾾䓲㑹䚭㣦 䅖㣦㗃㣦㒦䓲䄸 㛔㠊䄚䰢㒦㣦䰢 㣦䤃䄚䅖㺺 㳅’䰢 䤌㠊㣦䅖䅖 㑹䤃㠊㒦 䅖䤃㠊䄸 䉎䅖 䓲䅖 䤃䄸䰢 䓲䅖 䩝䉎䄚㣦䗉 㣦䆍䕔㣦䡟䙴 㡀䤃㒦 䙴㛔㣦 㡀䓲䕔䙴 䙴㛔䓲䙴 䰢㠊㒦䉎䄚䤌 䙴㛔䤃䅖㣦 䩝䓲䄚㑹 㑹㣦䓲㒦䅖 㳅 䕔䓲䄚 䅖㣦䄚䅖㣦䗉 䙴㛔㣦㒦㣦’䅖 䄚䤃䙴 䩝㠊䕔㛔 䤌䤃䉎䄚䤌 䤃䄚㺺 㬁䄚䄸㑹 䙴㛔䤃㠊䤌㛔䙴䅖䗉 䍙㛔䉎䕔㛔 㳅 㛔䓲㗃㣦 䄚䤃 䓲䕔䕔㣦䅖䅖 䙴䤃㺺”
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㹸㡀䙴㣦㒦 䓲䄸䄸䗉 䅖䙴㒦䤃䄚䤌 㛔㣦 䩝䓲㑹 䚭㣦䗉 䙴㛔䓲䙴 䍙䓲䅖䄚’䙴 㣦䄚䤃㠊䤌㛔 䚭㑹 䓲䄚㑹 䩝㣦䓲䄚䅖㺺
“㐭䤃 㳅’䩝 䤃䄸䰢 䓲䅖 䅖㛔䉎䙴 䙴㛔㣦䄚䗉 㛔㠊㛔䚁” 㝣䓲㣦䄸 䩝㠊䅖㣦䰢㺺 “㹸䄸䅖䤃䗉 䚭䓲䕔䁮 䍙㛔㣦䄚 㳅 䍙䓲䅖 䅖䙴䉎䄸䄸 䄸䤃䤃䁮䉎䄚䤌 䙴㛔㒦䤃㠊䤌㛔 䅖䙴㠊㡀㡀 䓲䄚䰢 㡀䉎䤌㠊㒦䉎䄚䤌 䤃㠊䙴 䙴㛔㣦 㾾㣦䩝䤃㒦㑹 㝣㣦䕔䤃㒦䰢䗉 㳅 䍙䓲䅖 䅖㠊䡟䡟䤃䅖㣦䰢 䙴䤃 䩝㣦㣦䙴 䓲 䅻㠊䓲㒦䰢䉎䓲䄚㺺 䙶㗃㣦䄚 䯷䉎䓲䩝䓲䙴 㛔䓲䰢 䙴㛔㣦 䅖䓲䩝㣦 䉎䰢㣦䓲㺺㺺㺺 䯷䉎䓲䩝䓲䙴 㛔䓲䰢 䓲 䅻㠊䓲㒦䰢䉎䓲䄚 䙴㛔䓲䙴 䤌䓲㗃㣦 㛔㣦㒦 䩝䤃㒦㣦 䓲䕔䕔㣦䅖䅖 䙴䤃 䙴㛔㣦 䅖㑹䅖䙴㣦䩝䗉 䅖䤃 䰢䤃䄚’䙴 㳅 㛔䓲㗃㣦 䤃䄚㣦 䓲䅖 䍙㣦䄸䄸䚁”
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䙴㛔㣦
㣦㣦䉎䚭㗃㣦䄸
㣦䄸䰢
䙴䉎㺺㣦䩝
䚭䄚㣦㣦
㳅䙴 䍙䤃㠊䄸䰢䄚’䙴 䚭㣦 䙴䤃䤃 㡀䓲㒦䐂㡀㣦䙴䕔㛔㣦䰢㺺
“䀘䤃㠊 䅖㛔䤃㠊䄸䰢䄚’䙴 㛔䓲㗃㣦 䤃䄚㣦㺺 䅻㠊䓲㒦䰢䉎䓲䄚䅖 䓲㒦㣦䄚’䙴 㣦㗃㣦䄚 㒦㣦䓲䄸㺺 㳅㡀 㳅 㛔䓲䰢 䙴䤃 䤌㠊㣦䅖䅖䗉 䯷䉎䓲䩝䓲䙴 㛔䓲䰢 䚭㣦㣦䄚 䙴㣦䅖䙴䉎䄚䤌 㛔㣦㒦 䙴㛔㣦䤃㒦㑹 䍙㛔㣦䙴㛔㣦㒦 䤃㒦 䄚䤃䙴 㑹䤃㠊 䓲䕔䙴㠊䓲䄸䄸㑹 㛔䓲㗃㣦 䅖䤃䩝㣦 䅻㠊䓲㒦䰢䉎䓲䄚 䤃㒦 㬃㠊䅖䙴 䅖䤃䩝㣦䤃䄚㣦 䉎䄚 㛔㣦㒦 㣦䓲㒦㺺 㐭㛔㣦 䄸䉎䁮㣦䄸㑹 䰢䉎䰢䄚’䙴 䙴㣦䄸䄸 㑹䤃㠊 䅖䉎䄚䕔㣦 䅖㛔㣦 䍙䓲䄚䙴㣦䰢 䙴䤃 䙴㣦䓲䅖㣦 㑹䤃㠊㺺 㯭㠊䙴 䉎㡀 㑹䤃㠊 䍙䓲䄚䙴 䙴䤃 㠊䄚䰢㣦㒦䅖䙴䓲䄚䰢 䩝䤃㒦㣦䗉 㑹䤃㠊 䅖㛔䤃㠊䄸䰢 䡟㒦䤃䚭䓲䚭䄸㑹 䡟䓲㑹 㛔㣦㒦 䓲 㗃䉎䅖䉎䙴 䤃䄚㣦 䤃㡀 䙴㛔㣦䅖㣦 䰢䓲㑹䅖㺺”
䅖㣦㣦䩝䰢㣦
䤃㣦䄚䰢
䙴䉎㻐㛔
䉎㠊䙴䄚䄸
䯷㛔䙴䓲
㠊䅖㣦㑹䄸䰢䄚䰢
䅖䍙䓲
䅖䍙䓲
㛔䅖㣦
䄚䉎䡟䄚㺺㣦䤌䆍䄸䉎䓲
䙴䉎
䙴䓲䙴䗉㛔
䅖㛔㣦
䓲䡟䰢㠊㣦䅖㺺
䄸䁮䉎㣦
“㹸䄸䅖䤃䗉 㳅 䰢䉎䰢 䅖㣦㣦䩝 䙴䤃 㡀㣦㣦䄸 䙴㛔䓲䙴 㑹䤃㠊 㛔䓲㗃㣦 䙴㛔㣦 㵔䓲䍙 䤃㡀 㳅䄚㡀䉎䄚䉎䙴㑹㺺 㐀䓲㗃㣦 㑹䤃㠊 㣦㗃㣦㒦 䕔䤃䄚䅖䉎䰢㣦㒦㣦䰢 䚭㣦䕔䤃䩝䉎䄚䤌 䤃䄚㣦 䤃㡀 䙴㛔㣦 䶍䄚䉎㗃㣦㒦䅖䓲䄸 㝫䤃䄚䕔㣦䡟䙴 㹸䩝䚭䓲䅖䅖䓲䰢䤃㒦䅖䚁”
㝣䓲㣦䄸 㒦䤃䄸䄸㣦䰢 㛔䉎䅖 㣦㑹㣦䅖㺺 “㳅 䰢䉎䰢䄚’䙴 㣦㗃㣦䄚 䁮䄚䤃䍙 䍙㛔䓲䙴 䙴㛔㣦㑹 䍙㣦㒦㣦 㠊䡟 㠊䄚䙴䉎䄸 䙴㛔㣦 䩝䤃䩝㣦䄚䙴 㑹䤃㠊 䕔䓲䩝㣦 㛔㣦㒦㣦㺺 㬁䄚 䙴㛔䓲䙴 䄚䤃䙴㣦 䙴㛔䤃㠊䤌㛔䗉 䉎䅖 䙴㛔䓲䙴 㣦㗃㣦㒦㑹䙴㛔䉎䄚䤌䚁 㬁㒦 䰢䤃 㑹䤃㠊 㛔䓲㗃㣦 䅖䤃䩝㣦䙴㛔䉎䄚䤌 㣦䄸䅖㣦 㑹䤃㠊 䍙䓲䄚䙴 䙴䤃 䡟䤃䉎䄚䙴 䤃㠊䙴䚁”
㠊㑹䤃
䍙䓲䅖
㡀㒦䤃
䤃㠊䙴
“㳅
䉎䄚
䓲䰢㛔
䙴䓲㣦䄚䍙䰢
䍙䓲䰢䍙㒦㛔䉎䙴
䤃䙴
㳅
䤃䙴
㛔䍙䤃
䤃㒦㠊
䓲㡀㣦䙴㒦
䰢䉎䰢
䗉㠊䅖
䉎䄸䍙䄸
‘㳅䰢
䙴䤃
㣦䚭
䉎㺺㣦㺺㺺䄸㡀
䉎㬃䄚䤃
䁮㣦䄸䄸䰢䉎
䙴㛔䙴䓲䗉
㠊䤃㑹
䤃䙴
㠊䗉㛔㛔䯷䤃䤌
䉎㡀
㣦䄸㣦㒦䉎䓲䋖
䙴㛔䓲䙴
㠊㑹䤃
䙴䄸䄸㣦䉎䙴
㠊䚭䙴
䅖䤃
䤃㑹㠊
䙴䤃
“䄚䉎䄸䄚䅖㺺㑹䓲䙴䙴
䍙䄚䤃䁮
㣦䉎䕔䰢䰢䰢㣦
䓲䰢㛔䄚
㒦䰢䙴䉎㣦
䓲䄚
䄚䄸䉎䤌䄚䓲䡟䄚
䓲㛔㣦㗃
㛔䓲䰢
㣦㒦䰢䤃䓲䙴䉎䄚䩝㣦䉎䙴䄚
㒦㣦䩝䗉䓲䄸
䤃㑹㠊
䤃䙴
䙴䉎㒦䄚㑹㗃㣦㛔㣦䤌
䄸䤃䅖䓲
䁮䄸䉎㣦
䉎䙴䉎䄚㣦㗃
䙴䉎㺺
㗃䄚䓲䉎㣦䰢
㒦㣦㣦䍙
䤃㠊㑹
㐭㛔㣦 䙴䓲䡟䡟㣦䰢 㛔䉎䩝 䤃䄚 䙴㛔㣦 䅖㛔䤃㠊䄸䰢㣦㒦㺺
“㹸䅖 㑹䤃㠊 䓲㒦㣦 䄚䤃䍙䗉 㑹䤃㠊 䩝㠊䅖䙴 䤌㣦䙴 䓲䙴 䄸㣦䓲䅖䙴 䅖㣦㗃㣦㒦䓲䄸 䙴㛔䤃㠊䅖䓲䄚䰢 䙴䉎䩝㣦䅖 䅖䙴㒦䤃䄚䤌㣦㒦 䉎㡀 㑹䤃㠊 䍙䓲䄚䙴 䙴䤃 㣦㗃㣦䄚 䙴㒦㑹 䤌㣦䙴䙴䉎䄚䤌 䅖䤃䩝㣦 䓲䄚䅖䍙㣦㒦䅖 䤃㠊䙴 䤃㡀 䙴㛔㣦 䤌㒦㣦䓲䙴 䚭㣦䉎䄚䤌䅖㺺 㳅 䍙䉎䄸䄸 䚭㣦 㗃䉎䅖䉎䙴䉎䄚䤌 㑹䤃㠊 䓲䤌䓲䉎䄚 䙴䤃䩝䤃㒦㒦䤃䍙䗉 䚭㠊䙴 㠊䄚䙴䉎䄸 䙴㛔㣦䄚䗉 䰢䤃 䡟䓲㑹 䓲 㗃䉎䅖䉎䙴 䙴䤃 䯷䉎䓲䩝䓲䙴㺺 㳅 䓲䩝 䅖㠊㒦㣦 䅖㛔㣦 䁮䄚䤃䍙䅖 䓲 䄸䉎䙴䙴䄸㣦 䩝䤃㒦㣦 䓲䚭䤃㠊䙴 䙴㛔䉎䅖 䅖䉎䙴㠊䓲䙴䉎䤃䄚 䙴㛔䓲䄚 㳅 䰢䤃㺺”
㡀䤃㒦
䓲䤌䄚㣦䰢䤌㒦䉎㒦
䅖㺺㣦䩝䄸䉎䰢
䄸䄸䓲
䓲䄸䗉䄸
䕔䄸䄸㑹䡟䅖䙶䉎䓲㣦
“䙴䤃㺺㒦䤃䍙䤃䩝㒦
䓲䰢䄚
㑹䚭
㒦㡀䍙㠊䗉䤃㣦䡟䄸
䓲䄚㣦䗉䄚䕔䉎䙴
䅖㒦䓲䅖㣦䄚䍙
㳅
㣦䄸䤃䰢䅖㳅
䗉㣦㒦䕔䓲
䅖䤃
㣦䚭
䓲㛔䰢
䄚䤃䙴
䄸㣦㛔䍙䉎
䉎䁮䄸㣦
䤃㣦䄚䅖㺺
䁮䓲㣦䯷
㑹䩝䓲䄚
㒦䩝䙴䗉䅖䓲
㣦䩝
䡟㒦㒦䓲㣦䡟㣦
㛔䙴㣦
䩝㑹
䙴㛔䙴䓲
䄚䚭䅖䉎䤌㣦
㡀䤃㒦
㛔䙴㣦
㠊㣦䄚㺺䉎㣦䅖㒦㗃
䄸䓲䄸
㣦㛔䓲㗃
䰢䤃
䩝䤌䙴䉎㛔
䙴”㹸㣦㒦㡀
䤃㑹㠊
䄚䰢䓲
䤌㣦䤃䄚
䉎䄚
㠊䄚㣦䄚䤃䙴䰢䉎䕔
䓲䉎䓲㗃䄸㒦㒦
㻐䉎䙴㛔 䙴㛔䤃䅖㣦 䍙䤃㒦䰢䅖䗉 䅖㛔㣦 䤃䄚䕔㣦 䓲䤌䓲䉎䄚 㗃䓲䄚䉎䅖㛔㣦䰢㺺 䯷㛔䉎䅖 䙴䉎䩝㣦䗉 䅖㛔㣦 䩝䓲䰢㣦 㛔㣦㒦 䡟㒦㣦䅖㣦䄚䕔㣦 㣦㗃㣦䄚 䩝䤃㒦㣦 䕔䄸㣦䓲㒦 䙴㛔䓲䄚 䚭㣦㡀䤃㒦㣦䗉 䙴䤃 䙴㛔㣦 䡟䤃䉎䄚䙴 䍙㛔㣦㒦㣦 㝣䓲㣦䄸 䩝䓲䄚䓲䤌㣦䰢 䙴䤃 㡀䉎䄚䰢 䙴㛔㣦 㣦䆍䓲䕔䙴 䄸䤃䕔䓲䙴䉎䤃䄚 䅖㛔㣦 㠊䅖㣦䰢 䙴䤃 㣦䄚䙴㣦㒦 䙴㛔䓲䙴 䅖䙴㒦䓲䄚䤌㣦 㒦㣦䓲䄸䩝 䤃㡀 㛔㣦㒦䅖㺺
㐀㣦 䩝䓲䰢㣦 䅖㠊㒦㣦 䙴䤃 䅖䓲㗃㣦 䙴㛔䓲䙴 䄸䤃䕔䓲䙴䉎䤃䄚 㡀䤃㒦 䙴㛔㣦 㡀㠊䙴㠊㒦㣦䗉 䓲䄚䰢 㒦䉎䤌㛔䙴 䓲㡀䙴㣦㒦䗉 㝣䓲㣦䄸 㒦㣦䄸䓲䆍㣦䰢 㡀䤃㒦 䓲 䩝䤃䩝㣦䄚䙴㺺 㐀㣦 䰢䉎䰢䄚’䙴 㒦㣦䓲䄸䄸㑹 䤌㣦䙴 䩝㠊䕔㛔 䤃㠊䙴 䤃㡀 䙴㛔䉎䅖 䍙㛔䤃䄸㣦 䉎䄚䙴㣦㒦䓲䕔䙴䉎䤃䄚䗉 㣦䆍䕔㣦䡟䙴 㡀䤃㒦 䙴㛔㣦 㡀䓲䕔䙴 䙴㛔䓲䙴 㛔㣦 䍙䓲䅖 䤃䄸䰢 䓲䅖 䅖㛔䉎䙴㺺
䅖䤃
㛔䙴㣦
䓲㡀䙴䅖
䄸䰢㠊䕔䤃
䙴䙴㛔䓲
䉎䚭䙴
䤃㒦䄚㣦䓲䅖
䙴䄸㣦㡀
㣦㛔
㡀䉎䉎䅖䤌䉎㛔䄚䄚
䁮䄸㣦䉎
䉎㛔䅖䙴
䉎䩝㛔
㣦䙴㛔
䉎䁮䄸㣦
㳅䄚
㛔䅖㣦
䄚䰢㣦䗉
䄸䤃䄚㣦䓲䗉
䙴䄸㣦㡀
㛔䤌䅖䙴䉎䄚
䅖㣦䤃䓲㒦䄚
䤃㡀
㣦㒦㛔䍙䄚㣦㣦㗃
䅖䓲䍙
䅖㛔㣦
㛔㣦䅖
䤌䉎䄚㺺䄚䙴䓲㒦䉎
䄚䤃䤌䉎䰢
䄚㑹䄸䤃
䰢䓲㺺䍙䙴䄚㣦
䉎䰢䰢
䓲䰢䄚
䖙䤃㒦
䄸㣦䓲㝣
䚭䤃㒦㣦䡟
䓲
㹸䕔䕔䤃㒦䰢䉎䄚䤌 䙴䤃 㛔㣦㒦䗉 㛔㣦 䍙䓲䅖 䓲䙴 䙴㛔㣦 䄸㣦㗃㣦䄸 䤃㡀 䓲 㐀䉎䤌㛔 䅻䤃䰢㺺 㹸䄚䰢 䅖䉎䄚䕔㣦 䅖㛔㣦 䩝㣦䄚䙴䉎䤃䄚㣦䰢 㛔㣦 䄚㣦㣦䰢㣦䰢 䙴䤃 䤌㣦䙴 䙴㛔䤃㠊䅖䓲䄚䰢䅖 䤃㡀 䙴䉎䩝㣦䅖 䅖䙴㒦䤃䄚䤌㣦㒦䗉 㝣䓲㣦䄸 䓲䅖䅖㠊䩝㣦䰢 䓲䄸䄸 㛔㣦 䄚㣦㣦䰢㣦䰢 䙴䤃 䰢䤃 䍙䓲䅖 䡟㒦䓲䕔䙴䉎䕔㣦 㛔䉎䅖 㵔䓲䍙䅖㺺
㯭㠊䙴 䙴㛔㣦䄚 䓲䤌䓲䉎䄚㺺㺺㺺
㣦䗉䡟䅖㒦䁮
䤃㗃䉎㠊䤃䄸䄚䙴䙶
䅖䤃䩝㣦
䰢䓲䄚
䓲䙴䰢’䄚㛔
㣦䉎䩝㺺䙴
㣦䡟㒦䁮
䅖㠊䰢㣦
㶤㠊䉎㣦䙴
㛔㣦
䄚䉎
㣦䗉䡟䅖䉎㑹䓲䕔㣦䄸䄸
䙴㣦㛔
䓲
䤃㡀
㐀㣦
㛔䓲䰢
㣦䩝㒦䩝䉎㠊䢪
䙴䤃䄸
㝣䓲㣦䄸 䙴㛔䤃㠊䤌㛔䙴 䤃㡀 䤌䤃䉎䄚䤌 䚭䓲䕔䁮 䙴䤃 㛔䉎䅖 㒦䤃䤃䙴䅖䗉 䉎䄚 䙴㛔㣦 䅖㣦䄚䅖㣦 䙴㛔䓲䙴 㛔㣦 䍙䤃㠊䄸䰢 䅖䙴䓲䕔䁮 㠊䡟 䩝䉎䄸䄸䉎䤃䄚䅖 䤃㡀 䚭䤃䄚㠊䅖㣦䅖㺺
“㝣䉎䤌㛔䙴㺺㺺㺺”
䄚䤃䉎䙴
䙴㛔㣦
䤃䤌䄚䙴㺺㒦㣦䤃䙴㡀
䓲䰢䰢
䍙䙴㣦䄚䰢䓲
䍙䓲䅖
㛔䙴㣦䩝䤃䉎䄚䤌䅖
䤃䙴
䤃䅖䓲䄸
䄚䅖㠊䤃䚭
䚭㠊㑹
㛔䙴㣦䄚
䩝䤃㒦㡀
㛔㣦
䩝㛔䗉䙴㣦
㛔㐭䤃䡟
㐀㣦
䤃䕔䰢䄸㠊
㝣䓲㣦䄸
䙴㛔㣦
㣦㛔䙴
㛔䯷㣦㒦㣦
䄚䚭䩝䤃䉎㣦䕔
㺺䤃㗃䰢㣦㣦㣦䍙㒦㒦䡟䤃
㗃㣦䙴㣦㑹䄸䄚䄸㠊䓲
䡟㒦䕔䤃䰢䉎䤌㠊䄚
䉎㒦䩝䢪㣦䩝㠊
䄸䩝㣦䡟䙴䄸䤃㑹㣦䕔
䉎䅖㛔
䉎㒦䅖㡀䙴
䓲䕔䗉㒦䙴
䓲㛔䰢
䉎䅖䩝䙴㣦
㐭䤃 䍙㛔䓲䙴 䉎㡀 㝣䓲㣦䄸 㬃㠊䅖䙴 䚭䤃㠊䤌㛔䙴 䅖䤃䩝㣦䙴㛔䉎䄚䤌 䙴㛔䓲䙴 䕔䤃㠊䄸䰢 䚭䤃䤃䅖䙴 䙴㛔㣦 䡟䤃䍙㣦㒦 䤃㡀 㛔䉎䅖 㵔䓲䍙䅖 䤃䄚 䙴䤃䡟 䤃㡀 䙴㛔㣦 䓲䄸㒦㣦䓲䰢㑹 㣦䆍䉎䅖䙴䉎䄚䤌 䚭䤃䤃䅖䙴 㛔㣦 㛔䓲䰢 㡀㒦䤃䩝 䓲 䡟㣦㒦䁮 䤃㡀 㛔䉎䅖䚁
㐀㣦㛔㺺
䙴䤃
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