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

Chapter 927: Giving Her The Offer Too

For a few minutes, no one even remotely moved inside, so Seryn began practically mashing his face against the door, until eventually, someone stepped out.

It was a sleepy-looking woman, wearing pajamas. Her hair was completely black and her eyes were silver. She seemed like just some ordinary servant woman, which would most definitely distract someone from the fact that she was a princess.

Despite her disheveled appearance, though, her eyes were scanning both of them. Her gaze lingered a little longer on Rael, simply because she had vaguely recognized him. He was the man she had met so long ago, the same man who had claimed he would make a country, and then vanished for nearly two decades.

She had thought it was just a fool’s rambling, but now, as the man stood before her once more, she couldn’t help but feel her chest pounding. After all, he was so strong now. How could someone be so unnaturally strong in such a short period of time?

She thought Seryn was the strong one for reaching Grade 4 in just two decades, but…

“Hello?” she called out subconsciously.

Rael inwardly rolled his eyes. Had he known he was so effortlessly charming to even make a princess fall in love, he would’ve brought a cap.

But it appears like Rael had completely missed the signal there, as before he knew it, she pulled out her staff and pointed it right at his neck.

“Who allowed you here?”

“Take your eyes off my face and look to the left,” Rael said with a sigh.

She did just that, spotting Seryn, who simply waved back at her.

“Hello, Aria. I wanted to visit and ask you something, if you don’t mind?”

She stared at him for a brief moment, then grumbled, putting her staff away. It was definitely embarrassing, especially since this guy was considered the ruler of another land.

Looking like a princess was something she had set out to do, especially in the presence of other rulers. How she dressed when around her servants, though? Well, that was a whole different story altogether.

Regardless of that, though, what’s done is done. She moved aside and gestured for them to enter her home. They did just that.

Rael was a little surprised by the smell on the inside. It was almost like someone collected thousands of scented candles, each having a different scent, and then mixed them all together.

It wasn’t a bad smell, per se, but it was something he would definitely vomit from had he still had a stomach.

Anyhow, Rael grabbed a seat and sat down in front of the fridge, quickly raiding it for all the goodies she had while she wasn’t looking. On the other hand, Seryn really did make himself feel at home, as the first thing he did was drink the coffee Aria had already been drinking.

So by the time she closed the door and turned around, there were just two innocent men waiting for her. Her fridge may be empty, and her coffee might be finished… but it was fine. It’s not like she’ll be around long enough to give them shit for it.

Maybe?

“So what is it?” Aria approached them, ruffling her own hair out of spite. “I’m busy sleeping, so if it’s nothing important, just buzz off, both of you.”

Seryn smiled at her antics. “What if I told you I could make your dream come true?”

Rael raised his brow. Wasn’t that his role? Why was Seryn taking the limelight?

“My dream? Which one? I have a lot of dreams,” she said plainly.

Seryn’s smile widened. “Indeed you do. But there’s one dream you have been talking about a bit more than others. How do you feel about finally getting out of this place?”

She stared at him with a blank expression. Seryn had pulled this stunt before. It didn’t end very kindly, since the first thing she did after he bullshitted like this was beat him up. She understood he was only doing it to cheer her up that time…

But she also explicitly told him to never, ever joke about something like that again. So for him to be standing there with such a toothy grin, with someone who had disappeared for decades by his side, Aria was beyond confused.

But she didn’t let her confusion cloud her judgment, as she went ahead and put on her thinking glasses. By that, she simply tied her hair together and then sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and then narrowed her eyes at the two of them.

“What are you getting at?”

Before Seryn could spread some bullshit, Rael decided to chime in:

“I can get you two out of here. What do you say? Wanna get out of here? You could explore the universe, and actually be able to look at the sun and the moon. I get that you might be attached to this place and all, but do make your decision quickly, since I have places to be.”

Then, he pointed at Seryn.

“He agreed already, by the way. He is the only reason we’re here right now, since he gave me your name when we were about to go back. So yeah, think carefully.”

Frankly, Rael was in a bit of a… well, guilt-tripping mood. He didn’t mean it to come off that way, but hell… it really was sounding like if she didn’t make this choice, something bad would happen.

Rael knew it was a shitty way of explaining something, but by now, it was already too late to go back. All he did was stare at her and wait for her answer.

And as it so happens, it didn’t take very long for her to make up her mind, thankfully.

“What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” Rael assured.

Seryn also nodded, assuring her of Rael’s assurance…?

What was he even doing at this point?

“Hmm…”

She fell into thought for a brief moment, then nodded.

“In that case… I agree.”

爐

㐩㲬㐩㞜㲬䍻

㺕㐩㱁㱗㪅

䍻䃈㲬

㺕㲬

㸺㲬㾹㞜㝥䯮䍻

㩦䍻㩦

擄

㡠㺕㡠

盧

盧

㞜㺋㐩䇋㞜

㝥㛲㞜

㺕㲬

䇋㾹㲬䃈㺕

擄

㝥㞜㛲

爐

㞜㛲

㛲㞜㞣

㩦䇋㛲

老

㞜㺕㛲䛥

㱁㞜䇋㝥㞜

䇋㲬㞣㪅’䐸

㛲㞣䍻㲬䐢

㲬㾹䵂䍻㞜

䇋䐸㞣

擄

䐸㛲㝥㞜㞜

䍻㞣㩦㸺㞜㞣

㝥䍻㾹㩦㸺㞣㞣㞜㝥㱗

䃈㾹㲬

㱁㞜㪅㾂㲬㸺㞜䯮䍻

㝥㺕㡠

㞣㺕

㲬㛲㞜

蘆

㛲㞜㞣

爐

䐢㞜䧬㾹㝥

㲬㸺䇋䍻㪅

䍻㺋㐩㩦㞜

㑊䇋㐩㞜

䐸䇋㞣

㲬䇋㲬㛲

䶰䧬㪅㝥㞜

䇋

㪁㞜㐩㐩㱗㱗㱗 䢱㲬’㞣 㡠䍻㪅㞜㱗 㑊䇋㞜㐩 㸺㝥㞜㡠㞜㝥㝥㞜㩦 䍻㲬 㲬㛲䍻㞣 䐸䇋䶰䐢 㞣䍻㪅䯮㞜 㪅㺕䐸 㛲㞜 㩦䍻㩦㪅’㲬 㪅㞜㞜㩦 㲬㺕 䐸㺕㝥㝥䶰 䇋䃈㺕㾹㲬 䐸䇋㞣㲬䍻㪅㱁 㲬䍻䛥㞜㱗

㭚㪅 㲬㛲㞜 㺕㲬㛲㞜㝥 㛲䇋㪅㩦䐢 䇋㐩㲬㛲㺕㾹㱁㛲 㩅㝥䍻䇋 㛲䇋㩦 䇋㱁㝥㞜㞜㩦 㞣㺕 㞣䐸䍻㡠㲬㐩䶰䐢 㞣㛲㞜 䐸䇋㞣 㞣㲬䇋㝥㲬䍻㪅㱁 㲬㺕 㞣㐩䍻㱁㛲㲬㐩䶰 㝥㞜㱁㝥㞜㲬 㛲㞜㝥 㩦㞜䯮䍻㞣䍻㺕㪅㱗 䧬㛲㞜 㛲䇋㩦 㞣㸺㞜㪅㲬 䇋 㐩㺕㲬 㺕㡠 㛲㞜㝥 㲬䍻䛥㞜 㛲㞜㝥㞜䐢 㲬㺕 㲬㛲㞜 㸺㺕䍻㪅㲬 䐸㛲㞜㝥㞜 㞣㛲㞜 㛲䇋㩦 㱁㝥㺕䐸㪅 䇋䯮䯮㾹㞣㲬㺕䛥㞜㩦 㲬㺕 㲬㛲㞜 㸺㐩䇋䯮㞜䐢 㾹㞣㞜㩦 㲬㺕 㞣䍻䛥㸺㐩䶰 㞜㾂䍻㞣㲬䍻㪅㱁 㛲㞜㝥㞜㱗

㲬䍻

㲬㦇䍻

䇋㩦㪅

㛲䛥㝥䐢䇋㲬䐸

㞣㞜䇋䛥

㛲㲬㞜

㡠㝥㺕

㺕䧬

㞣㞜㛲

㞜㛲㞣

䍻㱗㱗㡠㱗

䢱㪅

㪅㸺㞣䇋㞣䍻㸺㞜㛲

㡠䍻

㛲㲬㞜

㾹㲬㺕

㡠㺕㡠

㪅䍻㱁㝥䃈

䇋䐸㞣

㛲㲬㞜

㺕㲬㪅䍻

㛲䐢㝥㲬㞜㞜

㲬㪁䇋㛲

䍻㲬䇋䐸䍻㱁㪅

㛲㞜㞣

㞜㸺䇋㞣㸺㪅㛲

䐸㛲㞜㪅㞜㺋㞜㝥

㩦䍻㪅’㲬㩦

䇋㛲㩦

㦇㞜㞜㝥㛲

㛲㲬䐸䇋

㲬㞜䐸㪅

㛲䇋䐸㲬

㾹䶰㝥㾂㾹㐩

㛲㲬㞜㦇㪅

‘㪅㲬㩦㩦䍻

㛲㝥㞜

㲬㝥䯮㺕䛥㺕䐢㡠

㾹㞜䐢㺋㝥㞣㪅㞜䍻

䯮㪅䯮㞜㛲䇋

㲬㛲㞜㞜㝥

㲬䇋㲬㛲

㺕㪅

䍻㞜㐩䵔

䧬㛲㞜 㲬㛲㺕㾹㱁㛲㲬 䇋䃈㺕㾹㲬 䍻㲬䐢 䇋㪅㩦 䍻㪅 㲬㛲㞜 䛥㞜䇋㪅㲬䍻䛥㞜䐢 㑊䇋㞜㐩 䐸㞜㪅㲬 䇋㛲㞜䇋㩦 䇋㪅㩦 㡠㺕㝥䛥㞜㩦 䇋 㸺㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩 䍻㪅 㡠㝥㺕㪅㲬 㺕㡠 㛲䍻䛥㱗 㪍㞜㞣㸺䍻㲬㞜 䯮㺕㪅㪅㞜䯮㲬䍻㪅㱁 㲬㛲㞜 䵑㺕䍻㩦 㑊㞜䇋㐩䛥 䇋㪅㩦 㲬㛲㞜 䁜㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩 㑊㞜䇋㐩䛥䐢 㛲㞜 䃈䇋㝥㞜㐩䶰 㞣㲬㝥㾹㱁㱁㐩㞜㩦䐢 㞣㛲㺕䐸䯮䇋㞣䍻㪅㱁 㛲䍻㞣 䯮㐩㞜䇋㝥 㾹㪅㩦㞜㝥㞣㲬䇋㪅㩦䍻㪅㱁 㺕㡠 㲬㛲㞜 㺉䇋䐸 㺕㡠 䧬㸺䇋䯮㞜 㩦㾹㞜 㲬㺕 㛲䍻㞣 㛲䍻㱁㛲 䛥䇋㞣㲬㞜㝥䶰 㺕㡠 㲬㛲㞜 㺉䇋䐸 㺕㡠 䢱㪅㡠䍻㪅䍻㲬䶰㱗

䇱㺕㲬 㲬㺕 䛥㞜㪅㲬䍻㺕㪅䐢 㛲㞜 㩦䍻㩦㪅’㲬 㞜㺋㞜㪅 䛥䇋䵔㞜 䇋 㞣䍻㪅㱁㐩㞜 㲬㝥䇋䯮㞜 㺕㡠 䛥䇋㪅䇋 㐩㞜䇋䵔 㺕㾹㲬䐢 䐸㛲䍻䯮㛲 㸺㝥㞜㲬㲬䶰 䛥㾹䯮㛲 䛥䇋㩦㞜 䍻㲬 㾹㪅㩦㞜㲬㞜䯮㲬䇋䃈㐩㞜㱗 㺉䍻䵔㞜 㲬㛲㞜 㸺㝥㺕㡠㞜㞣㞣䍻㺕㪅䇋㐩 㸺䇋㝥㲬䫚㲬䍻䛥㞜 㸺㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩 䛥䇋䵔㞜㝥 㲬㛲䇋㲬 㑊䇋㞜㐩 䐸䇋㞣䐢 㛲㞜 䛥䇋㪅䇋㱁㞜㩦 㲬㺕 䯮㺕㪅㪅㞜䯮㲬 㞜㺋㞜㝥䶰㲬㛲䍻㪅㱁 䇋㪅㩦 䛥䇋㩦㞜 䇋 㸺㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩 䇋㸺㸺㞜䇋㝥 㝥䍻㱁㛲㲬 䇋䃈㺕㺋㞜 䧬㞜㝥䶰㪅’㞣 㞜㞣㲬䇋㲬㞜 䍻㪅 㲬㛲㞜 㺕㲬㛲㞜㝥 䐸㺕㝥㐩㩦㱗

䃈㾹㲬

䇋㲬㝥㺕㸺㪅㲬䛥䐢㐩䶰䍻

䍻㪅㱗㞣㲬㛲㱁

㺕㞣㞜䛥

㝥㾹䍻㩦㞣䐢㝥㞣㞜㸺

㐩㺕䇋㞣

㺋䩛㞜㪅

㩦䇋㪅䛥

㺕㡠

㱗㞣䛥㞜䇋䍻㞣㺋

㲬㾹㞜䯮

䢱㲬

䯮䍻㾹䇋㺋䍻㐩㲬㪅㺕㲬

䛥㛲䍻

㡠㺕

㺕㞣㺕䵔㐩

㐩㺕㝥䐸㩦

㞜䍻㩦㱗䇋

㞜㞜㞣䇋㲬㲬

䇋

㲬㞜㛲

㲬㐩㲬䍻㞜㐩

䐸㞣䇋

㲬㛲㞜

㞣䐸䇋

㡠䛥㝥㺕

㐩㞜㐩㲬䍻㲬

䐸㞣䇋

䇋㱁㺋㞜

㛲㪅㞜㲬

㲬㛲㞣䍻

㩦䵔䍻㪅

䇋

㺕䁜㝥㞜

㑊䇋㞜㐩

㪁㛲䇋㲬 䍻㡠 㛲㞜 䛥䇋㩦㞜 㛲䍻㞣 㺋㞜㝥䶰 㺕䐸㪅 㾹㪅䍻㺋㞜㝥㞣㞜 㡠㺕㝥 䯮㾹㐩㲬䍻㺋䇋㲬䍻㺕㪅 䇋㪅㩦 㞣㲬㾹㡠㡠㦇 㭚䃈㺋䍻㺕㾹㞣㐩䶰䐢 㛲㞜 㛲䇋㩦 䶰㞜㲬 㲬㺕 㱁㞜㲬 䇋㝥㺕㾹㪅㩦 㲬㺕 䛥䇋䵔䍻㪅㱁 䇋䯮㲬㾹䇋㐩 㐩䍻㡠㞜 䇋㞣䍻㩦㞜 㡠㝥㺕䛥 㞣㺕䛥㞜 㝥㞜㸺㐩䍻䯮䇋㞣䐢 䃈㾹㲬 㛲㞜 䐸㺕㾹㐩㩦 䐸㺕㝥䵔 䍻㲬 㺕㾹㲬㱗

䢱㲬 㞣㞜㞜䛥㞜㩦 㐩䍻䵔㞜 㡠㾹㪅㱗㱗㱗 䁜㾹㝥䍻䛥 䐸㺕㝥㐩㩦㞣䐢 䯮㾹㐩㲬䍻㺋䇋㲬䍻㺕㪅 䐸㺕㝥㐩㩦㞣䐢 㸺㾹㝥㞜 㞣䐸㺕㝥㩦㞣䛥䇋㪅㞣㛲䍻㸺 䐸㺕㝥㐩㩦㞣㱗㱗㱗 㞜㺋㞜㪅 䵔㪅䍻㱁㛲㲬 䐸㺕㝥㐩㩦㞣㱗 䢱㲬 䐸䇋㞣 㐩䍻䵔㞜 䇋 㸺㞜㝥㞣㺕㪅䇋㐩 㸺㐩䇋䶰㱁㝥㺕㾹㪅㩦䐢 䐸㺕㝥㐩㩦㞣 䐸㛲㞜㝥㞜 㑊䇋㞜㐩 䯮㺕㾹㐩㩦 㞜㪅㲬㞜㝥 䇋㪅㩦 㩦㺕 䐸㛲䇋㲬㞜㺋㞜㝥 㛲㞜 䐸䇋㪅㲬㞜㩦㱗

䍻㞜䐢㩦䇋

㞣㲬㛲䍻㱗

㲬㺕

䇋䐸㞣

䐸㺕㞜㸺㝥

㲬䍻

㾹㝥䯮㞣䐢㺕㞜

㲬䍻

㛲㞜

㺕㪅㞜㩦

㛲㲬䍻䐸

䐸䇋㞣

䢱㲬

䇋㪅㩦

㞜㑊㞜㞣㲬

䶰㐩䇋㸺

䍻㛲㞣

㲬㡠䇋㞜㝥

㪅㞜㱁㱁㲬㲬䍻

㺕㡠

䇋㩦㪅

䇋㑊㞜㐩

䇋

㪅㩦㪅㸺㞜㐩䇋

㡠㾹㪅

㪅㺕

㲬㺕㱗㾹

䵈䍻㪅䇋㐩㐩䶰䐢 㛲㞜 㲬㾹㝥㪅㞜㩦 䇋㝥㺕㾹㪅㩦 䇋㪅㩦 㱁䇋㺋㞜 䃈㺕㲬㛲 䧬㞜㝥䶰㪅 䇋㪅㩦 㩅㝥䍻䇋 䇋 㞣䛥䍻㐩㞜㱗

“㪁㞜㐩㐩䐢 㱁㺕 㺕㪅 㲬㛲㝥㺕㾹㱁㛲 䐸㛲㞜㪅㞜㺋㞜㝥 䶰㺕㾹’㩦 㐩䍻䵔㞜㱗 䢱’㐩㐩 䃈㞜 㛲㞜䇋㩦䍻㪅㱁 㞜㐩㞣㞜䐸㛲㞜㝥㞜 䐸㛲㞜㪅 䶰㺕㾹 㩦㺕㱗”

㞣䛥㞜㱗䇋

㪅䇋㩦

㝥䶰䧬㞜㪅

䇋㐩㑊㞜

㺕㸺䇋䍻㺋䍻㐩㪅

㺕㪅

㩦㺕䯮㱁㝥䍻㞜㦑㞜㪅

㪅㞣㞜㞜㞣

㸺㞣䍻㪅䇋㱁䐢㞣

㺕䯮㐩㾹㩦

㩦㛲䇋

䛥㺕㝥㞜

㞜㳩

㪅䇋

㸺䇋㺋㱗䍻㐩㪅䍻㺕

㞜㲬㛲

㺋㞜㝥䍻㸺㲬䇋䯮㞜㸺䍻䇋

㐩䵔㞜㩦㺕㺕

㱗㺕㪅㩦

㲬㐩㞣䍻㐩

㞜㺋㱁䇋

㸺㞣㪅㞜㞜㝥㞜䯮

㲬䍻

㡠㺕

㺕㲬㝥㞜㛲

㲬䇋㲬㛲

㸺㺕䶰䇋㝥㲬䐢㐩㲬㪅䍻䛥

㺕㞣

㪅䩛㺋㞜

㛲㲬㞜

㞜㛲㲬

䍻㲬㸺㞜㩦㞣㞜

䶰㪅䇋䛥

㞣䶰㞜䇋㝥

㛲㞜

㞜㲬㛲

䇋

㪅䍻

䛥㪅䐸䇋㺕

㞣㞜䍻䐢㩦

㩅 䐸㺕䛥䇋㪅 䐸㛲㺕䛥 㛲㞜 㛲䇋㩦 㞣㸺㺕䵔㞜㪅 㲬㺕䐢 䍻㪅㲬㞜㝥䇋䯮㲬㞜㩦 䐸䍻㲬㛲䐢 䇋㪅㩦 㐩㺕㺋㞜㩦 㡠㺕㝥 䇋㐩㐩 㺕㡠 㲬㛲䍻㞣 㲬䍻䛥㞜㱗 䢱㲬 䐸䇋㞣 㲬䍻䛥㞜 㡠㺕㝥 㛲䍻䛥 㲬㺕 㱁㺕 䃈䇋䯮䵔 㛲㺕䛥㞜㱗 䧬㺕䐢 䐸䍻㲬㛲㺕㾹㲬 㛲㞜㞣䍻㲬䇋㲬䍻㺕㪅䐢 㛲㞜 㲬㺕㺕䵔 䇋 㞣㲬㞜㸺 䇋䯮㝥㺕㞣㞣 䍻㪅㲬㺕 㲬㛲㞜 㸺㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩 䇋㪅㩦 㲬㛲㞜㪅 䃈㞜㱁䇋㪅 㩦㝥㺕㸺㸺䍻㪅㱁 㩦㺕䐸㪅 㲬㺕䐸䇋㝥㩦 㲬㛲㞜 㸺䇋㺋䍻㐩䍻㺕㪅㱗

䭩㛲㞜 㸺㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩 䯮㝥䇋䯮䵔㐩㞜㩦 㞣㐩䍻㱁㛲㲬㐩䶰䐢 䇋㪅㩦 㲬㛲䇋㲬 䐸䇋㞣 䃈㞜䯮䇋㾹㞣㞜 㑊䇋㞜㐩 㛲䇋㩦 㺕㪅㐩䶰 䍻㪅㲬㞜㪅㩦㞜㩦 㡠㺕㝥 㲬䐸㺕 㸺㞜㺕㸺㐩㞜 㲬㺕 䯮㝥㺕㞣㞣㱗 㩅㡠㲬㞜㝥䐸䇋㝥㩦㞣䐢 䍻㲬 䐸㺕㾹㐩㩦 㞣㞜㐩㡠䫚㩦㞜㞣㲬㝥㾹䯮㲬㱗

㞜䃈

㑊䇋㐩㞜

䇋㞣䶰

㪅㩦䇋

㺕㞜䛥㞣

㲬㺕

㝥䇋䍻㩅䐢

䵔㺕㞣㸺㞜

㝥㞜㺋㺕

㞜㱁㲬䍻㛲䇋㞣㱗䍻㪅㲬

㲬㱁䍻㑊㛲

㸺㾹

㩦㞜㞜㞣㞜䛥

㲬䇋䃈㺕㾹

㞣䇋

㛲㞜㞣

䐢㞜䇋㪅㝥㞣㺕

㞜㞣㛲

㲬㺕

㺕㡠㝥

㺕㲬

䐸㞣䇋

㪅㞣䐢㺕䍻䛥㞜㱁㲬㛲

㞜㱁䯮㐩㪅䇋㩦

㱗㞜㞣㩦㪅䍻㲬䇋

㞜㛲

“㪍㺕㞜㞣 㲬㛲䍻㞣㱗㱗㱗 䖦㺕㾹 䵔㪅㺕䐸䐢 㛲䇋㺋㞜 䇋 㲬䍻䛥㞜 㐩䍻䛥䍻㲬㦇”

“㪁㛲䇋㲬 䇋㝥㞜 䶰㺕㾹 㲬䇋㐩䵔䍻㪅㱁 䇋䃈㺕㾹㲬㦇” 㑊䇋㞜㐩 㝥㺕㐩㐩㞜㩦 㛲䍻㞣 㞜䶰㞜㞣㱗 “䢱㡠 䶰㺕㾹 㩦㺕㪅’㲬 䐸䇋㪅㲬 㲬㺕 㱁㺕䐢 䭮㾹㞣㲬 䃈㾹㦑㦑 㺕㡠㡠㱗 䭩㛲㞜㝥㞜’㞣 㪅㺕 㞣㞜䯮㺕㪅㩦 㱁䇋㲬㞜䐸䇋䶰 㲬㺕 䃈㝥䍻㪅㱁 䶰㺕㾹 䃈䇋䯮䵔 㛲㞜㝥㞜䐢 㞣䍻㪅䯮㞜 㲬㛲㞜㪅 䶰㺕㾹’㩦 㛲䇋㺋㞜 䇋 䃈㞜䍻㪅㱁 㾹㸺 䶰㺕㾹㝥 䇋㞣㞣 䐸䍻㐩㐩䍻㪅㱁 㲬㺕 䵔䍻㐩㐩 䶰㺕㾹㱗 䢱’䛥 㝥㞜㡠㞜㝥㝥䍻㪅㱁 㲬㺕 㲬㛲㞜 䍙㞜䇋㞣㲬䐢 䃈䶰 㲬㛲㞜 䐸䇋䶰㱗 㪍㺕㾹䃈㲬 䶰㺕㾹’㩦 䐸䇋㪅㲬 㛲䍻䛥 䇋㪅䶰䐸㛲㞜㝥㞜 㪅㞜䇋㝥 䶰㺕㾹㝥 䇋㞣㞣㱗”

䍻㐩䵔㞜

㞣㐩㐩㱁䐢䶰䍻㲬㛲

㛲㞜䧬

䍻㲬

㝥”㞜㲬㦇㛲㞜

䇋䃈㞜㐩

㲬㺕

‘㺕㪅㩦㲬

䯮㩦䍻㪅㐩㡠㛲㞜

㞜㛲㝥

㱁㺕

䍻㡠

㱗㞜㛲㩦䇋

䢱

䃈䇋䵔䯮

䃈㞜

㺕㲬㪅

“䢱㞣㲬’

㛲㲬㪅㞜

㛲㞣㺕㺕䵔

㲬㛲㱗䇋㲬

㾹㐩㩦㺕㪁

㑊䇋㞜㐩 㝥䇋䍻㞣㞜㩦 䇋 䃈㝥㺕䐸㱗 “䖦㺕㾹 䐸㺕㾹㐩㩦㪅’㲬 㐩䍻䵔㞜 㐩䍻㺋䍻㪅㱁 䍻㪅 䇋 㪅㺕㝥䛥䇋㐩 㸺㐩䇋䯮㞜 䐸䍻㲬㛲 㪅㺕㝥䛥䇋㐩 㸺㞜㺕㸺㐩㞜 䇋㪅㩦 䇋 㪅㺕㝥䛥䇋㐩 㩦䇋䶰 䇋㪅㩦 㪅䍻㱁㛲㲬 䯮䶰䯮㐩㞜㦇 㩅㝥㞜 䶰㺕㾹 㺕䵔䇋䶰㦇”

㩅㐩㲬㛲㺕㾹㱁㛲 㛲㞜 㞣㺕㾹㪅㩦㞜㩦 䇋 㐩䍻㲬㲬㐩㞜 䯮㺕㪅㩦㞜㞣䯮㞜㪅㩦䍻㪅㱁䐢 㛲㞜 䐸䇋㞣 㺕㪅㐩䶰 㩦㺕䍻㪅㱁 㲬㛲䍻㞣 㲬㺕 䛥䇋䵔㞜 㞣㾹㝥㞜 㞣㛲㞜 䵔㪅㞜䐸 䐸㛲䇋㲬 㞣㛲㞜 䐸䇋㞣 㱁㞜㲬㲬䍻㪅㱁 䍻㪅㲬㺕㱗 㩅㡠㲬㞜㝥 䇋㐩㐩䐢 㲬㛲㞜 䵂㾹㞜㞣㲬䍻㺕㪅㞣 㛲㞜 㝥䇋䍻㞣㞜㩦 䐸㞜㝥㞜 䇋㐩㐩 㺋䇋㐩䍻㩦㱗

㲬䧬䍻㐩㐩㱗㱗㱗

䴤䵈㝥䍻㞜㪅㩦 㑊㞜䵂㾹㞜㞣㲬 䧬㞜㪅㲬䞾䩃

“䢱 䐸䇋㞣 㱁㺕䍻㪅㱁 㲬㺕 㩦㞜䯮㐩䍻㪅㞜䐢 䃈㾹㲬 䢱 㛲㺕㪅㞜㞣㲬㐩䶰 㩦㺕㪅’㲬 䛥䍻㪅㩦㱗 䢱㡠 䶰㺕㾹 㞜㺋㞜㝥 䯮㛲䇋㪅㱁㞜 䶰㺕㾹㝥 䛥䍻㪅㩦䐢 䭮㾹㞣㲬 㞣㞜㪅㩦 䛥㞜 䇋 䛥㞜㞣㞣䇋㱁㞜㱗 䢱’㐩㐩 䯮㺕䛥㞜 㺕㺋㞜㝥 㲬㛲㞜㝥㞜 䇋㪅㩦 㲬㺕㞣㞣 䶰㺕㾹 䃈䇋䯮䵔 䍻㪅㲬㺕 㲬㛲㞜 㪍㞜㸺㲬㛲㞣㱗 㩅㐩㐩 㞣㺕㝥㲬㞜㩦㦇”

㛲䧬㞜

‘㛲”䇋䭩㞣㲬

“㡠㪅㞜䍻㱗

㩦㱗㪅㩦㺕㞜㩦

䴤䵈㝥䍻㞜㪅㩦 㑊㞜䵂㾹㞜㞣㲬 㩅䯮䯮㞜㸺㲬㞜㩦䞾䩃

㩅㪅㩦 䐸䍻㲬㛲 㲬㛲䇋㲬䐢 㞣㛲㞜 㡠䍻㪅䇋㐩㐩䶰 㛲㺕㸺㸺㞜㩦 㲬㛲㝥㺕㾹㱁㛲 㲬㛲㞜 㸺㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩㱗 䭩㛲㞜 㸺㺕㝥㲬䇋㐩 㡠䍻㦑㦑㐩㞜㩦 䇋㪅㩦 䯮㐩㺕㞣㞜㩦䐢 㐩㞜䇋㺋䍻㪅㱁 䃈㞜㛲䍻㪅㩦 㺕㪅㐩䶰 䇋 㡠㞜䐸 㞜䛥䃈㞜㝥㞣㱗

㲬㛲㞜

䇋㪅㩦

㛲䇋㩦䇋㞜

㞣㺕㐩㲬㞜

㛲㞜㲬㞜㝥

㞜㱁䇋㺋

㛲㞜

㪅㺕

㞜䃈

㺕㝥㡠

䶰䍻㱁䛥㞜㞜㐩㞣㪅

㺕㺕㱁㩦

䛥㛲㾹䯮

㪅䍻

㛲㞜

㩦㪅䇋

䇋䐢䯮䵔䃈

㺕㲬

㪅㛲㞜㲬

㪅䐸㞜㲬

㐩㞜㑊䇋

㺕㪅㞜㱗

䇋

㞜䐸㐩㛲㺕

㝥㞜䐸㞜

㲬㞜㝥㛲㞜

㩅㝥䇋䍻㞣’

㞣㞜㺕䛥

㲬㛲㞜

㲬㐩㺋㞜㺕㝥㡠㞣㞜

㲬䐢㞣㛲㪅㺕㞜

㡠㞜䐸

㺕㞣㺕㩦㲬

㞜㝥㩦㱗㡠䍻㱁

㩅㡠䇋㞜㞣㩦㝥㲬䐢㝥䐸

㱁㡠䍻㩦㝥㞜㱗

㸺㾹

㝥㩦㪅䇋䍻䍻㱁

䇋㩦㪅

㝥㞜㛲㲬㞜

㪅䇋䐸’㲬㞣

䛥㺕䛥㞜㪅䐢㞣㲬

㺕㞣

㾹㡠㲬䐢㡠㞣

㞜㪅㩦䍻㞣㡠䍻㛲

䇋㪅㩦

㾹㛲㞣㩦㝥㱁㱁㞜

㺕䭩

㳩㞜㝥 㐩䇋䛥㸺 㐩㺕㺕䵔㞜㩦 㪅䍻䯮㞜䐢 㞣㺕 㛲㞜 䇋㩦㩦㞜㩦 䍻㲬 㲬㺕 㛲䍻㞣 䯮㺕㐩㐩㞜䯮㲬䍻㺕㪅 㲬㺕㺕㱗 䢱㲬 䐸䇋㞣 㲬㺕㺕 䃈䇋㩦 㞣㛲㞜 㩦䍻㩦㪅’㲬 㛲䇋㺋㞜 䇋 㩦㺕㱁㱗 㳩㞜 䐸㺕㾹㐩㩦’㺋㞜 㐩㺕㺋㞜㩦 㲬㺕 㞣㲬㞜䇋㐩 䇋 㩦㺕㱁 㲬㺕㺕䐢 㞣䍻㪅䯮㞜 㛲㞜 䵔䍻㪅㩦 㺕㡠 䐸䇋㪅㲬㞜㩦 䇋 㸺㞜㲬㱗

䇱㺕䐸 㲬㛲䇋㲬 㛲㞜 䐸䇋㞣 㲬㛲䍻㪅䵔䍻㪅㱁 䇋䃈㺕㾹㲬 䍻㲬䐢 䍻㡠 㛲㞜 䐸㞜㪅㲬 䇋㛲㞜䇋㩦 䇋㪅㩦 䃈㺕㾹㱁㛲㲬 䇋 㸺㞜㲬 㡠㝥㺕䛥 㲬㛲㞜 䕧㝥㞜䛥䍻㾹䛥 䧬㛲㺕㸺䐢 䐸㺕㾹㐩㩦 㛲㞜 㲬㞜䯮㛲㪅䍻䯮䇋㐩㐩䶰 䃈㞜 㞣㲬㞜䇋㐩䍻㪅㱁 㞣㺕䛥㞜㺕㪅㞜’㞣 㸺㞜㲬㦇

㛲㱗㱗䋦㱁㱗

㪁㛲䇋㲬 䇋 㩦䍻㡠㡠䍻䯮㾹㐩㲬 㐩䍻㡠㞜㱗

㑊䇋㞜㐩 㲬㺕㺕䵔 䇋 㞣㲬㞜㸺 㡠㺕㝥䐸䇋㝥㩦 䇋㪅㩦 㞣㾹㩦㩦㞜㪅㐩䶰 䯮㝥㺕㞣㞣㞜㩦 䇋 㩦䍻㞣㲬䇋㪅䯮㞜 㺕㡠 㞣㞜㺋㞜㝥䇋㐩 㲬㛲㺕㾹㞣䇋㪅㩦 䵔䍻㐩㺕䛥㞜㲬㞜㝥㞣䐢 㝥㞜䇋㸺㸺㞜䇋㝥䍻㪅㱁 㺕㪅 䇋㪅㺕㲬㛲㞜㝥 䯮㺕㪅㲬䍻㪅㞜㪅㲬 䇋㐩㲬㺕㱁㞜㲬㛲㞜㝥㱗 䢱㲬 䐸䇋㞣 㲬㛲㞜 䧬䇋㲬㛲䛥䍻㝥 㡔㺕㪅㲬䍻㪅㞜㪅㲬㱗 䢱㲬 㐩㺕㺕䵔㞜㩦 䇋㞣 㱁㺕㺕㩦 䇋㞣 䇋㐩䐸䇋䶰㞣䐢 䇋㪅㩦 㲬㛲㞜 㲬㝥㞜㞜 䍻㪅 㲬㛲㞜 㺋㞜㝥䶰 䛥䍻㩦㩦㐩㞜 䐸䇋㞣 㞜㺋㞜㪅 䛥㺕㝥㞜 䇋㐩㐩㾹㝥䍻㪅㱁㱗

㞜㲬㛲

䐸䍻㺕㐩䐸㐩

㝥㞜䐢㲬㞜

䐸㛲䯮䍻㛲

㲬㛲㞜

䇋㛲㩦

㺕㲬

㐩㪁㐩䐸䍻㺕

䍻㺋㞣䛥䇋㞣㞜

㱗㑊㐩䛥㞜䇋

㩅

㝥㞜䭩㞜

㝥䯮㪅㞜㪅㞜䇋㲬

㑊䇋㞜㐩 㞣㲬䇋㝥㞜㩦 䇋㲬 䍻㲬 㡠㺕㝥 䇋 䛥㺕䛥㞜㪅㲬䐢 㲬㛲㞜㪅 㞣䍻㱁㛲㞜㩦㱗 㳩㞜 㛲䇋㩦 㝥㞜䛥㞜䛥䃈㞜㝥㞜㩦 㲬㛲䇋㲬 㛲㞜 㩦䍻㩦㪅’㲬 㝥㞜䇋㐩㐩䶰 㪅㞜㞜㩦 㲬㺕 䯮㺕䛥㞜 㛲㞜㝥㞜䐢 䇋㞣 㛲㞜 䯮㺕㾹㐩㩦 䭮㾹㞣㲬 㞜㪅㲬㞜㝥 㲬㛲䇋㲬 㝥㞜䇋㐩䛥 㩦䍻㝥㞜䯮㲬㐩䶰㱗

䍙㾹㲬 㡠㺕㝥 㲬㛲㞜 㞣䇋䵔㞜 㺕㡠 䍻㲬䐢 㛲㞜 㩦㞜䯮䍻㩦㞜㩦 㲬㺕 䭮㾹㞣㲬 㡠㺕㐩㐩㺕䐸 㲬㝥䇋㩦䍻㲬䍻㺕㪅䇋㐩 㝥㾹㐩㞜㞣 䇋㞣 㛲㞜 䐸㞜㪅㲬 䇋㛲㞜䇋㩦 䇋㪅㩦 䇋㸺㸺㝥㺕䇋䯮㛲㞜㩦 㲬㛲㞜 䯮㺕㝥㞜 㺕㡠 㲬㛲㞜 㲬㝥㞜㞜㱗 䍙䶰 㲬㛲㞜 㲬䍻䛥㞜 㛲㞜 䃈㐩䍻㪅䵔㞜㩦䐢 㛲㞜 䐸䇋㞣 䇋㐩㝥㞜䇋㩦䶰 㱁㺕㪅㞜䐢 㞣㾹㝥㝥㺕㾹㪅㩦㞜㩦 䃈䶰 㲬㛲㺕㾹㞣䇋㪅㩦㞣 㺕㡠 䐸䍻㐩㐩㺕䐸 㲬㝥㞜㞜㞣㱗

㺉㲬䇋㞣

䢱㲬

㾹㐩㱗㪅䍻㞜㐩㡠㲬㸺

㩦䇋㛲

㐩㺋㞜䶰㐩䍻

䐸䇋㞣

䇋

䇋㪅㩦

䇋䐸㞣

㾹䇋㞜䍻㾹㐩䃈㲬㡠

㲬㛲䛥䐢㞜

㞣㛲㱗㲬䍻㱁

䐸㺕䇱䐢

䃈㞜㱗㪅㩦㝥㾹

䐸㞜㝥㞜

䶰㲬㛲㞜

䍻㲬㞜䛥

㛲㲬㞜䶰

㞜䃈㞜㪅

㛲㞜

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