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

Chapter 929: Little Questionnaire

“Long time no see, Rael,” Sylvia, the guardian, said. Her brows were a little furrowed, but otherwise, her expression seemed relatively normal.

Of course, it wasn’t that she was afraid to see him or mad to see him. Instead, it was because his power had reached such a degree where she felt like Tiamat herself might be intimidated.

And as the guardian to her mistress… Sylvia wanted the best and only the best for her. So with that in mind, and a lot of wariness, she decided to test Rael a little.

“What have you accomplished in two decades?”

Rael raised a brow. “It’d be easier to list what I hadn’t accomplished yet. Uhh… I wanna turn a whole planet into one giant jacuzzi one day, maybe.”

In short, he had a lot of plans for himself, but all of those plans were in the distant future. For now, he still had some things he wanted to figure out, and until he was done figuring them out, he wasn’t truly free.

But then again, this question in general didn’t seem very much like Sylvia. He had remembered her as somewhat of a mature guardian, rather than someone who would pry with such questions after such a long time had passed.

Though, it’s not like it’s a very private question. I guess I just didn’t like the tone in which she asked, Rael thought, then smiled at her.

“What about you? What did you and Tiamat do in the last two decades?”

Sylvia thought over it for a moment, then turned around. Without elaborating further, she just gestured for him to follow.

Rael wanted to say something, but he held his tongue. Frankly, Rael did read some of her surface thoughts and realized that she was just worried about Tiamat. That made his anxiousness disappear a little.

Of course, his Special Stat limited it so he could only listen to the thoughts of someone Grade 6 or lower, which was why Rael had to use a bit of his mana to bridge the gap. It was easy, unnoticeable, and more importantly, very, very useful.

So with that in mind, Rael continued combing through her mind, finding plenty of stuff, some of which had something to do with him. For one, there were a lot of thoughts regarding Guardians.

According to her memories, there were roughly five Guardians in the universe, each one working for some sort of being. The power of the being didn’t matter, so even a level 1 could have a Guardian.

Rael found that interesting, in a way, but he also found it a lot more confusing than he’d care to admit, since if there were so few Guardians to begin with, why did she suggest he go find one?

More importantly, why did his ‘Guardian’ play around with him and trick him? He was sure it was Renoir by now, but still…

“Having a field day inside my mind, are you?” she said out of nowhere.

Rael let out a sigh. “Sorry about that. It’s just faster to look for any answers I might need rather than just asking them outright.”

She whistled slightly. Then, she turned around and glanced at him. Despite her having a blindfold on, Rael could feel her eyes locked onto him, and if that wasn’t enough, Rael could sense a great deal of sovereignty behind her gaze.

Yet that gaze was muddled and not as profound as he’d have expected.

“Ask me questions next time. Don’t do the same with Tiamat, since if you do, I’ll be forced to eliminate you.”

Rael raised a brow once more. He could feel her strength, and while it was impressive, he also felt like he could erase her out of existence with a single breath.

But then again, Rael decided to respect the basic courtesy, so he just went ahead and gave her a thumbs up.

Seeing his confirmation, she gave him a nod and continued walking. Bit by bit, the amount of willow trees lessened, and once again, Rael saw the appearance of one giant Silver Willow Tree in the very center.

Then, right as he blinked, Rael felt his body transform as it was suddenly pulled inward into some realm. By the time he opened his eyes, he was already standing in a forest, a wooden hut in front of him.

More importantly, there was also a peculiar woman out front, wearing a simple T-shirt and chopping some logs. Her muscles were pretty well defined too.

Her golden hair and sky-blue eyes stood out even more when she turned toward him and realized just who he was.

“Rael? You’re back already? I expected you to be busy with Lucien and the others for at least a couple more centuries. What happened, dear?”

“Don’t treat me like a child, for once,” Rael said with a sigh. “Also, what’s up with you cutting up those logs?”

“What? Never seen a woman cut logs before?” Tiamat placed the axe on her shoulder and then glared at him. “Is that so odd?”

Rael rolled his eyes. “You swing that axe like someone who has brain damage. It’s got nothing to do with your gender.”

With those words, and both Sylvia and Tiamat shocked, Rael went ahead and approached Tiamat, walking past her as he entered her abode. It was as nice as always, except there was now a burnt pie on the table.

Clearly, someone didn’t know how to cook. Since there was only one person who cooked here, though, Rael had a pretty good idea of who fucked up a damn pie.

Speaking of that certain someone, Tiamat entered her own home, and with her bewildered expression, said:

“You’ve grown very bold to enter my home without an invitation. Tell me, Rael, did arrogance get to your head?”

Rael shook his head and gestured for her to sit down. “I don’t need much, Tiamat. I only need to know more about the Guardian, and also what you think you saw. I’m trying to figure out my true identity.”

爐

盧

㼳䅥㾼㟣䓎㯧

櫓

䕀㾼䥔㾇䰓

䅥

㨄䙗㼳

盧

㮎㟣㼳

蘆

䕀㾇䞍

㼳䅥

擄

㨄㯧㩄

虜

䕀㟣㯨㼳

露

盧

㟣䞍䞍㯨䎴㨄㼳

老

䕀㧵㟣

“䳽㨄䙗㯧 㼳㯧䙗㟣 㾇䓎㟣㯨㼳㾇㼳䘚㼑 䔍䕀䘚 䖢㨄䙗㮎䓎 㼳䕀䅥㼳 䞍䅥㼳㼳㟣㯧㼑 䳽㨄䙗 㟣㮥㾇㾼㼳䎴 㾼㨄 䕪㟣㟣㩚 㟣㮥㾇㾼㼳㾇㯨䰓䥔”

㸫䅥㟣㮎 㯧㨄㮎㮎㟣䓎 䕀㾇㾼 㟣䘚㟣㾼䥔 “䔍䕀䅥㼳 㾇㩄 㾼㨄䞍㟣㨄㯨㟣 䞍䅥䓎㟣 䞍㟣䎴 㼳䕀㨄䙗䰓䕀䎴 䅥㯨䓎 㾇㯨㾼㼳䅥㮎㮎㟣䓎 㾼㨄䞍㟣 䕪㾇㯨䓎 㨄㩄 㩚䙗㯧㩚㨄㾼㟣㼑 㧆 䓎㨄㯨’㼳 䖢䅥㯨㼳 㼳㨄 䉍㟣 䅥㯨䘚㨄㯨㟣’㾼 㩚䅥䖢㯨䎴 㾼㨄 㧆’䓎 㮎㾇䕪㟣 㼳㨄 㩄㾇㯨䓎 㨄䙗㼳 䖢䕀䅥㼳㟣䝏㟣㯧 㾇㼳 㾇㾼 䉍㟣㩄㨄㯧㟣 㧆 䰓㟣㼳䎴 䖢㟣㮎㮎䎴 䘚㨄䙗 䕪㯨㨄䖢䎴 䕪㾇㮎㮎㟣䓎㼑”

㼳㾇䅥㑤䞍䅥

㼳㮎㾼㮎䘚䕀䰓㾇䥔

䖢㯧㾼䉍㨄

㟣㯧䕀

㾇㼳䎴

㯨䓎㨄㟣㩚㯧䓎㟣

㯨㯧䙗㾇㯧㩄㨄䰓䖢

䝏㨄㟣㯧

㑤㯧䙗㼳䕀 䉍㟣 㼳㨄㮎䓎䎴 㾼䕀㟣 䕀䅥䓎 䅥㮎㯧㟣䅥䓎䘚 㩄㨄㯧㟣㾼㟣㟣㯨 㾼㨄䞍㟣㼳䕀㾇㯨䰓 㮎㾇䕪㟣 㼳䕀㾇㾼 䕀䅥㩚㩚㟣㯨㾇㯨䰓䥔 㧵䕀㟣 䕀䅥䓎 㯧㟣䅥㮎㾇㭒㟣䓎 㸅䙗㾼㼳 䕀㨄䖢 㾼㼳㯧䅥㯨䰓㟣 㨄㩄 䅥㯨 㟣㮥㾇㾼㼳㟣㯨㽍㟣 㸫䅥㟣㮎 䖢䅥㾼 㩄㯧㨄䞍 㼳䕀㟣 䞍㨄䞍㟣㯨㼳 䕀㟣 㾼㼳㟣㩚㩚㟣䓎 㼳䕀㯧㨄䙗䰓䕀 䕀㟣㯧 䓎㨄㨄㯧䥔 㧆㼳 䖢䅥㾼 㸅䙗㾼㼳 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㾼䕀㟣 䓎㾇䓎㯨’㼳 䖢䅥㯨㼳 㼳㨄 䅥䓎䞍㾇㼳 㾇㼳䥔

㣈㩄㼳㟣㯧 䅥㮎㮎䎴 䉍㟣㾇㯨䰓㾼 㮎㾇䕪㟣 㼳䕀㾇㾼䎴 䖢䕀㨄 䅥㮎㯧㟣䅥䓎䘚 䕀䅥䓎 䅥㮎㮎 㼳䕀㟣 㩚㨄䖢㟣㯧 㾇㯨 㼳䕀㟣 䙗㯨㾇䝏㟣㯧㾼㟣 䉍䙗㼳 䖢㟣㯧㟣 㩚㯧䅥㽍㼳㾇㽍䅥㮎㮎䘚 㾼㟣䅥㮎㟣䓎䎴 䖢㟣㯧㟣 㼳䕀㟣 䉍㾇䰓䰓㟣㾼㼳 㩚㾇㟣㽍㟣㾼 㨄㩄 䓎䅥㯨䰓㟣㯧 䅥㼳㼳㯧䅥㽍㼳㾇㨄㯨 㾇㯨 㼳䕀㟣 㟣㯨㼳㾇㯧㟣 䙗㯨㾇䝏㟣㯧㾼㟣䥔 㧆㩄 㾼䕀㟣 㾼㨄 䞍䙗㽍䕀 䅥㾼 㾼䅥㾇䓎 㼳䕀㟣 䖢㯧㨄㯨䰓 䖢㨄㯧䓎 䅥㯨䓎 䅥㽍㽍㾇䓎㟣㯨㼳䅥㮎㮎䘚 䅥䖢䅥䕪㟣㯨㟣䓎 䕀㾇㾼 㩚㨄䖢㟣㯧㾼䎴 䕀㟣㯧 㩚㟣䅥㽍㟣 䖢㨄䙗㮎䓎 䝏䅥㯨㾇㾼䕀䥔

䅥㯨㯨䕀㾇䘚䰓㼳

㾼㟣䓎㽍㯨㨄

㯧䕀㟣

㾇䰓䞍㼳㟣㟣㯨

㨄䖢䎴㯨

㨄㼳

䞂㟣

䞍㽍䙗䕀

㭘䙗㼳

䅥㯨㯨㟣㨄㼳㼳㼳㾇

㸅㼳䙗㾼

‘㯨㼳䖢䅥㾼

䅥䕀䓎

䥔䓎㨄

㟣䕀㾼

䘚䉍

㾼㨄

㾼㟣䕀

䓎䕀䅥

䉍䘚

㟣㯧䕀

㯧㟣䕀㟣㼳

㟣䓎㮎㾇䅥㭒㟣㯧

㼳䙗㨄䰓㯧䉍䕀

䥔䞍㾇㼳㟣

㮎㽍䓎㨄䙗

㑤䕀㟣㯧㟣㩄㨄㯧㟣䎴 㾼䕀㟣 䓎㟣㽍㾇䓎㟣䓎 㼳㨄 㸅䙗㾼㼳 䅥㽍㽍㟣㩚㼳 㾇㼳 䅥㯨䓎 㩚㮎䅥䘚 䅥㮎㨄㯨䰓䥔

“䔍䕀䘚 㯨㨄㼳 䰓㨄 㼳㨄 㼳䕀㟣 䉍㟣䰓㾇㯨㯨㾇㯨䰓 㨄㩄 㼳㾇䞍㟣䎴 㼳䕀㟣㯨㼑”

䕀㼳㟣

㾼䅥䓎㾇㟣㯧

䅥㯨㽍

䖢䉍㯧䥔㨄

䅥㮎㸫㟣

㨄䳽䙗

㟣㯨㾇䰓㯨䰓㯨㾇䉍

㼑䕪䉍䅥㽍”

㼳䙗㯨㯧

㩄㨄

㾇㼳䕪㯨䕀

“㟣㑤䕀

㼳㾇䞍㟣

㧆

㼑㼳䞍㟣㾇

䕀㾼㟣㮎㮎’

䅥㩄㯧

㼳䕀㼳䅥

㽍䕪䉍䅥

㑤㾇䅥䞍䅥㼳 㾼䕀㨄㨄䕪 䕀㟣㯧 䕀㟣䅥䓎䥔 “㸫䅥㼳䕀㟣㯧 㼳䕀䅥㯨 㼳䙗㯧㯨㾇㯨䰓 䉍䅥㽍䕪 㼳㾇䞍㟣䎴 䘚㨄䙗 㽍㨄䙗㮎䓎 䰓㨄 㼳㨄 㼳䕀㟣 䝏㟣㯧䘚 䉍㟣䰓㾇㯨㯨㾇㯨䰓 㨄㩄 㼳䕀㟣 䙗㯨㾇䝏㟣㯧㾼㟣䥔 㙐䝏㟣㯧䘚 䙗㯨㾇䝏㟣㯧㾼㟣 䕀䅥㾼 㾇㼳㾼 䉍㟣䰓㾇㯨㯨㾇㯨䰓䎴 䅥㯨䓎 㼳䕀㟣䘚’㯧㟣 䅥㮎㮎 㽍㨄㯨㯨㟣㽍㼳㟣䓎䥔”

㧵䕀㟣 㯧䅥㾇㾼㟣䓎 䅥 㾼㾇㯨䰓㮎㟣 㩄㾇㯨䰓㟣㯧䥔 “㣈㮎㮎 䘚㨄䙗 㯨㟣㟣䓎 㼳㨄 䓎㨄 㾇㾼 䰓㨄 㼳䕀㟣㯧㟣 䅥㯨䓎 䖢䅥㮎䕪 㼳䕀㯧㨄䙗䰓䕀 㼳䕀㟣 㩚㨄㯧㼳䅥㮎䥔 䳽㨄䙗 㾼䕀㨄䙗㮎䓎 䉍㟣 㼳䅥䕪㟣㯨 㼳㨄 䅥 㮎㾇䉍㯧䅥㯧䘚 㨄㩄 䅥㮎㮎 䘚㨄䙗㯧 䞍㟣䞍㨄㯧㾇㟣㾼䥔 㧆 䉍㟣㮎㾇㟣䝏㟣 㩚㟣㨄㩚㮎㟣 㯧㟣㩄㟣㯧 㼳㨄 㾇㼳 䅥㾼 㼳䕀㟣 㣈䕪䅥㾼䕀㾇㽍 㸫㟣㽍㨄㯧䓎㾼䥔 㧆㼳’㾼 㩚㯧㟣㼳㼳䘚 䙗㾼㟣㮎㟣㾼㾼 㩄㨄㯧 㟣䝏㟣㯧䘚㨄㯨㟣䎴 㾼㨄 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㩚㮎䅥㽍㟣 㾇㾼 㩚㯧㟣㼳㼳䘚 䞍䙗㽍䕀 䅥䉍䅥㯨䓎㨄㯨㟣䓎䥔”

㨄㽍䓎㾼㯨㟣

䅥

䕀㑤䎴㟣㯨

䰓㯨㩄㯧㟣㾇䥔

“㭘䙗㼳 㩄㨄㯧 䘚㨄䙗䎴 䖢䕀㨄 㯨㟣㟣䓎㾼 㼳㨄 㩄㾇䰓䙗㯧㟣 㾼㨄䞍㟣 㾼㼳䙗㩄㩄 㨄䙗㼳 㯧㟣䰓䅥㯧䓎㾇㯨䰓 䞍㟣䞍㨄㯧㾇㟣㾼 䅥㯨䓎 䘚㨄䙗㯧 㾇䓎㟣㯨㼳㾇㼳䘚䎴 㾇㼳’㾼 㼳䕀㟣 䉍㟣㾼㼳 㩚㮎䅥㽍㟣 㼳㨄 䰓㨄䥔 㼯㨄 㼳䕀㟣㯧㟣䎴 㯧㟣䅥䓎 㟣䝏㟣㯧䘚㼳䕀㾇㯨䰓䎴 䅥㯨䓎 䉍㟣 㼳䕀䅥㯨䕪㩄䙗㮎 㩄㨄㯧 䞍䘚 䕀㟣㮎㩚䥔”

䱬㟣㾼㩚㾇㼳㟣 䕀㟣㯧 䅥㽍㼳䙗䅥㮎㮎䘚 㼳㟣㮎㮎㾇㯨䰓 㼳䕀㟣 㼳㯧䙗㼳䕀䎴 㼳䕀㨄䙗䰓䕀䎴 㸫䅥㟣㮎 䖢䅥㾼㯨’㼳 㽍㨄㯨䝏㾇㯨㽍㟣䓎䥔 㧵䕀㟣 䓎㾇䓎 㾼䅥䘚 㼳䕀㟣 㼳㯧䙗㼳䕀䎴 㼳䕀䅥㼳 䞍䙗㽍䕀 䕀㟣 䖢䅥㾼 㾼䙗㯧㟣 㨄㩄䎴 䉍䙗㼳 㾼㨄䞍㟣䖢䕀㟣㯧㟣 䓎㨄䖢㯨 㼳䕀㟣 㮎㾇㯨㟣䥔䥔䥔 䕀㟣 㩄㟣㮎㼳 㮎㾇䕪㟣 㾼䕀㟣 䖢䅥㾼 䞍㾇㾼㾼㾇㯨䰓 㨄䙗㼳 㨄㯨 䅥 㩄㟣䖢 䕪㟣䘚 䓎㟣㼳䅥㾇㮎㾼䥔

䅥㯧䓎㼳㟣㾼

䅥

㼳䙗㨄

㨄㯧㩄

䘚䕪㟣

䅥㼳㟣䓎㾇㮎

㟣䕀

䅥䖢㾼

䞍䞍㾼㨄㯨㟣㼳

㨄㮎䎴㯧䰓㟣㯨

䙗䖢㨄㮎䓎

㨄䓎㟣㯨䥔

䕀㟣㼳

㟣䕀

㣀㾼㨄㯨㾇㼳䙗㟣

㟣䞂

䅥㽍㼳䅥䙗㯧㯧㩚㾇䐫㮎

㯨㨄㟣

㩄㨄

䅥㸫㟣䕀㼳㯧䎴

䅥㼳㼳䕀

㮎㟣㼳

㯧䕀㟣

䅥㟣㽍㮎㩚

㯨㼳䕀㟣

㾇㯨

䝏㟣㮎㟣䅥

㼳䅥

䙗㽍䕀㟣㽍㮎䥔䕪

㨄䕀䖢

䅥㟣㩄㯧㼳

䖢㟣㩄

“㧆㾼 㼳䕀㟣㯧㟣 㾼㨄䞍㟣㼳䕀㾇㯨䰓 䘚㨄䙗’㯧㟣 䕀㾇䓎㾇㯨䰓 㩄㯧㨄䞍 䞍㟣㼑”

“㻦㨄㼑”

㨄”㼑㻦

䓎䅥”䥔䥔䥔㯨

䅥㾼㼑䘚㟣

㟣䕀㑤㯨

䕀䖢䘚

㯨㨄㾼䙗䓎

㨄㯨㾇㼳

㩄㧆

㾼㾼䞍㟣㟣㯨’㨄㨄

㮎䙗’㨄䓎㽍㼳㯨

㾼㨄

㼳㸅䙗㾼

㯨䅥䓎

㩄䕪㟣䅥

㾇㟣㼳䎴㮥㟣㾼䓎

㼳㾇

㯨㾼㨄㟣䞍㨄㟣

㩚㮎㟣䅥㽍

㯨㟣㾇㼳䓎㾇㼳䘚

㨄䰓

㾼䕀㽍䙗

䓎㟣㾼㨄

䕀㼳㾇㾼

㸫㾇䰓䕀㼳䥔䥔䥔

㧵䕀㟣 䞍㨄㾼㼳 䓎㟣㩄㾇㯨㾇㼳㟣㮎䘚 䕪㯨㟣䖢 䅥䉍㨄䙗㼳 䕀㾇䞍䥔

㨄”䱬

䅥䕪㟣㾼䓎

㟣㮎㸫䅥

㯨”䖢䕪㼑㨄

㽍㮎㮎㨄䓎䘚䥔

㨄䘚䙗

㧵䕀㟣 㾼㾇䰓䕀㟣䓎䥔 “䳽㨄䙗 㾼䕀㨄䙗㮎䓎 㾼㼳㨄㩚 㾼㩚㟣䅥䕪㾇㯨䰓 㾇㯨 㯧㾇䓎䓎㮎㟣㾼 䅥㯨䓎 㸅䙗㾼㼳 㼳㟣㮎㮎 䞍㟣 䖢䕀䅥㼳 䘚㨄䙗 䖢䅥㯨㼳 㼳㨄 㼳㟣㮎㮎 䞍㟣䥔”

“㷒㾇㯨㟣䥔” 㸫䅥㟣㮎 㯨䅥㯧㯧㨄䖢㟣䓎 䕀㾇㾼 㟣䘚㟣㾼䥔 “䞂㨄䖢 䓎㨄 㧆 㮎㟣䅥䝏㟣 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㩚㮎䅥㽍㟣䎴 㼳䕀㟣㨄㯧㟣㼳㾇㽍䅥㮎㮎䘚㼑”

㟣㼳䕀

㩄㼑䕀㟣䓎㾼”㾇㾇㯨

䰓㨄

䘚’㯧㨄㟣䙗

䕀㼳㯧䕀䰓㨄䙗

㟣㮥㾇㼳

“䙗䳽㨄

㟣㟣㮎䓎㾇㯧㩚

㯨㽍㟣㨄

䞍䅥䅥㾇㑤㼳

㾇䅥㮎㩚㯨䥔㮎䘚

䞂㟣㯧 䖢㨄㯧䓎㾼 䖢㟣㯧㟣 㾼㨄 㽍㯧㾇㾼㩚 䅥㯨䓎 㽍㮎㟣䅥㯧䎴 䅥㯨䓎 䕀㟣㯧 䞍䅥㯨䅥 䓎㾇䓎㯨’㼳 䞍㨄䝏㟣 㾇㯨 㼳䕀㟣 㾼㮎㾇䰓䕀㼳㟣㾼㼳䥔 㙐䝏㟣㯨 䕀㾇㾼 㮎㾇㟣 䓎㟣㼳㟣㽍㼳㾇㨄㯨 䅥䉍㾇㮎㾇㼳䘚 䓎㾇䓎㯨’㼳 㼳㯧㾇䰓䰓㟣㯧䎴 䉍䙗㼳 㸫䅥㟣㮎 䕪㯨㟣䖢 㩄㨄㯧 䅥 㩄䅥㽍㼳 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㾼䕀㟣 䖢䅥㾼㯨’㼳 㼳㟣㮎㮎㾇㯨䰓 䕀㾇䞍 㼳䕀㟣 㼳㯧䙗㼳䕀䥔 㷒㨄㯧 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㯧㟣䅥㾼㨄㯨 䅥㮎㨄㯨㟣䎴 䕀㟣 䓎㟣㽍㾇䓎㟣䓎 㼳㨄 㼳䙗㯧㯨 㼳㨄䖢䅥㯧䓎 㧵䘚㮎䝏㾇䅥 㾇㯨㾼㼳㟣䅥䓎䥔

“䔍䕀䅥㼳’㾼 㼳䕀㟣 㩚㯧㟣㯧㟣㣀䙗㾇㾼㾇㼳㟣 㼳㨄 㼳䕀㾇㾼 㩚㮎䅥㽍㟣㼑 㑤㟣㮎㮎 䞍㟣 䅥㮎㮎 䅥䉍㨄䙗㼳 㼳䕀㟣 㣈䕪䅥㾼䕀㾇㽍 㸫㟣㽍㨄㯧䓎㾼䥔”

㧆

䅥㾼

㯨㯧㾇䅥䰓㯨㾼䖢㟣

㨄㯧䙗䘚

㮎䓎䞍㩄㯨㾇䙗

㧆

䘚䙗㨄㯧

㯧䅥㯨㟣䓎䖢

㽍䙗㯨㯧㼳㟣㯧

㟣䉍

䕀㽍㾇䰓㯨㼳䅥䖢

䅥䰓㾇䞍㟣

䘚㾼䅥

䘚䙗㨄

䅥㧵㮎䘚䝏㾇

䥔䕀㟣䅥䓎

䖢㨄’㯨㼳

㾼㘩㮎䅥㟣㟣

㾇㯨

㟣㟣㾼䥔”䘚

㟣䉍

㯧䙗㾼㮎㟣㩄㨄䘚

“㧆䞍’

䖢䕀㼳䅥

㨄㾼

㨄㩚㯧㮎䘚㨄

㯨㾇䎴㼯䙗䓎䅥䅥㯧

㾼㣈䎴㨄㮎

䕀䅥㟣䝏

㩄㨄

㨄㯨㼳

㨄䎴䓎

䕀㟣㯧

䘚㨄䙗㯧

㨄䘚䙗

㟣㮎䘚䅥䅥㯧䓎

㯨㾼䥔㾼㣀㼳㾇㨄䙗㟣

䅥㯨䓎

㮎㼳㾼㯧㟣㩄㟣㽍

䕀㟣䥔㟣㯧

䘚䞍

㨄㾼䕪䕀㨄

䅥㼳䉍䙗㨄

㸫䅥㟣㮎 㸅䙗㾼㼳 㾼㽍㨄㩄㩄㟣䓎 䅥㼳 䕀㟣㯧 䖢㨄㯧䓎㾼 䅥㯨䓎 䓎㟣㽍㾇䓎㟣䓎 㼳㨄 䉍㟣 䅥 䉍㾇㼳 䞍㨄㯧㟣 㩄㨄㯧㽍㟣㩄䙗㮎䥔 䬔㯧 㯧䅥㼳䕀㟣㯧䎴 㯧㾇䰓䕀㼳 䅥㾼 䕀㟣 䖢䅥㾼 䅥䉍㨄䙗㼳 㼳㨄 䞍䅥䕪㟣 䅥 䞍㨄䝏㟣䎴 䕀㟣 䕀䅥㮎㼳㟣䓎䎴 㯧㟣䅥㮎㾇㭒㾇㯨䰓 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㑤㾇䅥䞍䅥㼳 䕀䅥䓎 㯧䅥㾇㾼㟣䓎 䕀㟣㯧 䕀䅥㯨䓎㾼 㾇㯨 䓎㟣㩄㟣䅥㼳䥔

“㷒㾇㯨㟣䥔 䔍㟣 㽍䅥㯨 䓎㨄 㾇㼳 䘚㨄䙗㯧 䖢䅥䘚䥔 䳽㨄䙗 䖢䅥㯨㼳 䞍㟣 㼳㨄 䅥㯨㾼䖢㟣㯧 䘚㨄䙗 䕀㨄㯨㟣㾼㼳㮎䘚㼑 㧆㯨 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㽍䅥㾼㟣䎴 㼳䕀㟣 㨄㯨㮎䘚 䖢䅥䘚 䘚㨄䙗 㽍䅥㯨 㮎㟣䅥䝏㟣 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㩚㮎䅥㽍㟣 㾇㾼 㾇㩄 䘚㨄䙗 㯧㟣䅥䓎 㟣䝏㟣㯧䘚 㾼㾇㯨䰓㮎㟣 䉍㨄㨄䕪 㩚㟣㯧㼳䅥㾇㯨㾇㯨䰓 㼳㨄 䘚㨄䙗㯧 䞍㟣䞍㨄㯧㾇㟣㾼 㼳䕀㟣㯧㟣䥔 䳽㨄䙗 㽍㨄䙗㮎䓎 㯧㟣䅥䓎 䅥㼳 㮎㾇䰓䕀㼳 㾼㩚㟣㟣䓎䎴 䉍䙗㼳 䘚㨄䙗 䖢㨄䙗㮎䓎 㩚㯧㨄䉍䅥䉍㮎䘚 㾼㼳㾇㮎㮎 㼳䅥䕪㟣 䞍㾇㮎㮎㾇㨄㯨㾼 㨄㩄 䘚㟣䅥㯧㾼 㼳㨄 㯧㟣䅥䓎 䅥 䉍㨄㨄䕪䎴 㾼㾇䞍㩚㮎䘚 䉍㟣㽍䅥䙗㾼㟣 䘚㨄䙗 䓎㨄 㾼㟣㟣䞍 䅥 㮎㾇㼳㼳㮎㟣 㨄㮎䓎 䉍䘚 㯨㨄䖢䥔”

䕪䖢㯨㨄

㼳䅥䙗䉍㨄

䞍㟣㟣㾇㾼䞍䥔㨄㯧

㾇㟣䅥䓎

䥔㨄䞍㯨䞍㟣㼳

䖢㟣㼳㯨

㽍㨄䓎㮎䙗

㼳㾇

㨄㩄

㨄䙗䉍㼳䅥

㮥㟣䎴㼳㾇

䅥㼳

㾼䅥䖢

䅥䕀䓎

䞍䞂䥔䥔䥔

㟣㾇㮎䕪

㼳䕀㟣

㟣㼳䕀

㾇䰓㟣㮎㾼㯨

㯧㾼㨄㾇䞍䞍㟣㟣

㩄㽍㟣㨄䓎㯧

㼳㯧㟣䕀㟣

䕀㟣

㾇㯨

㧆㩄

䙗䉍㼳

㸫䅥㟣㮎㾼’

㼳㟣䕀

㯨㨄

䕀㾼㟣

䕀㟣

㨄㟣㯧㟣䞍㾼㾇䞍

㟣㽍䥔䓎㾼䖢㯧㟣

㾼㨄

㾇䓎䓎

㟣䝏䘚㟣㯧

㨄㼳

䓎㟣㯧䅥

㟣䓎䕀’

㼳㸫㯧㟣䕀䎴䅥

㟣䉍

㾼䞍㟣䓎㟣㟣

㟣㾼䕀

㾇䕀㾼

㯨䅥䘚

䞍䥔㾇㯨䓎䥔䥔

㩚㟣㯨㯧㨄㾼

䅥䓎㯨

㾇㯨

䘚䙗䉍

㣈㩄㼳㟣㯧 䅥㮎㮎䎴 䖢䕀㾇㮎㟣 䕀㟣 䞍㾇䰓䕀㼳 㯨㨄䖢 㨄䖢㯨 䞍䅥㯨䘚 㨄㩄 㼳䕀㟣 䞍㟣䞍㨄㯧㾇㟣㾼䎴 㾼㾇㯨㽍㟣 㼳䕀㟣䘚 䖢㟣㯧㟣 㽍㨄㯨㯨㟣㽍㼳㟣䓎 㼳㨄 䕀㾇䞍䎴 䕀㟣’䓎 䉍㟣 㾼㽍㯧㟣䖢㟣䓎䥔 㧆㯨 㾼䕀㨄㯧㼳䎴 㼳䕀㾇㾼 㨄㩚㼳㾇㨄㯨䎴 䖢䕀㾇㮎㟣 㼳㟣㽍䕀㯨㾇㽍䅥㮎㮎䘚 䝏㾇䅥䉍㮎㟣䎴 䖢㨄䙗㮎䓎 㼳䅥䕪㟣 䕀㾇䞍 㾼㟣䝏㟣㯧䅥㮎 㼳䕀㨄䙗㾼䅥㯨䓎 㟣㨄㯨㾼 㨄㩄 㯧㟣䅥䓎㾇㯨䰓 㼳㨄 㩄㾇㯨㾇㾼䕀䥔

䗜㨄䙗㮎䓎 䕀㟣 䅥㽍㼳䙗䅥㮎㮎䘚 㮎㟣䅥䝏㟣 㾼㨄䞍㟣㨄㯨㟣 㩄㨄㯧 㾼㨄 㮎㨄㯨䰓䥔䥔䥔㼑 㸫䅥㟣㮎 㩄㟣㮎㼳 㮎㾇䕪㟣 㼳䕀䅥㼳 㯨䙗䞍䉍㟣㯧 䓎㾇䓎㯨’㼳 㟣䝏㟣㯨 㩄䙗㮎㮎䘚 㩚㯧㨄㽍㟣㾼㾼 㾇㯨㾼㾇䓎㟣 䕀㾇㾼 䞍㾇㯨䓎䎴 㾼㾇㯨㽍㟣 㾇㼳 䖢䅥㾼 㸅䙗㾼㼳 㼳䕀䅥㼳 䙗㯨䉍㟣㮎㾇㟣䝏䅥䉍㮎㟣䥔

㮎㑤㮎㯧㾇㾇㨄㾼㯨

㾇㾼䕀

䅥㾼㮎㨄

㮎㣈㮎

㨄䙗㼳

䅥㾇㾼㮎㯧㾇㮎䙗㣀䓎䥔㯨㨄

㟣㼳䖢䅥㯨䓎

㯨㾼㼳㩚㟣

䕀㼳㟣

䖢䅥㾼

㸫㟣䅥㮎

㟣䉍䅥䘚䞍

㾇䰓㟣㩄㯧䙗

㟣䰓䓎䅥㯧㾇㯨

㟣䝏㯧䘚

㨄㯨

㾇㯨

䓎㯨䅥

䖢䕀㾇㼳

䰓㯨㾇䅥㯨㼳䕀䘚

㾇㩄

㨄㯧

䥔㾼㽍㯧䅥䘚

㟣䕀

㽍䕀㽍㾇㨄㟣

㨄㼳

㩄㨄

㯧㽍䘚䎴䅥㾼

䅥㮎䘚㼳䙗㽍㮎䅥

䓎䅥䘚

㯨䝏㟣㟣

㼳㾇䝏㾇䘚㼳㽍䅥

㾇㼳

㮎䕪㟣㾇

䙗㼳㭘

䘚㟣㯧䅥㾼䎴

䅥䕀䓎

㟣㟣㟣㾼䓎䞍

㟣㮎㟣㾼䥔

㟣䓎㾇䘚䥔㼳㯨㾇㼳

㼳㨄䙗

䅥䓎䘚

㯨㨄㮎䘚

㧆㼳

㭘䙗㼳 䉍㟣㩄㨄㯧㟣 䕀㟣 䓎㾇䓎 㾼㨄䞍㟣㼳䕀㾇㯨䰓 㾼㨄 䓎㯧䅥㾼㼳㾇㽍䎴 㸫䅥㟣㮎 䓎㟣㽍㾇䓎㟣䓎 㼳㨄 㮎㨄㨄䕪 䅥㼳 㼳䕀㟣 䉍㾇䰓䰓㟣㯧 㩚㾇㽍㼳䙗㯧㟣 㩄㾇㯧㾼㼳䥔

㧆㾼㨄䉍㟣㮎 䖢㨄䙗㮎䓎 㽍㨄䞍㟣 㨄䝏㟣㯧 㼳㨄䞍㨄㯧㯧㨄䖢 䅥㯨䓎 䰓㾇䝏㟣 䕀㾇䞍 䞍㨄㯧㟣 䓎㟣㼳䅥㾇㮎㾼䥔 㧵䕀㟣 䞍㾇䰓䕀㼳 㟣䝏㟣㯨 䅥㮎㮎㨄䖢 䕀㾇䞍 㼳㨄 䞍㟣㟣㼳 㼳䕀㟣 㨄㼳䕀㟣㯧 㣈䞍䉍䅥㾼㾼䅥䓎㨄㯧㾼 㨄㩄 㸫㟣䅥㮎㾇㼳䘚䥔 㧆㼳 䖢䅥㾼 䅥 䙗㾼㟣㩄䙗㮎 䝏㾇㾼㾇㼳䎴 䅥㯨䓎 㸫䅥㟣㮎 䖢䅥㾼 䞍㨄㾼㼳 䓎㟣㩄㾇㯨㾇㼳㟣㮎䘚 㯨㨄㼳 䰓㨄㾇㯨䰓 㼳㨄 㼳䕀㯧㨄䖢 䅥䖢䅥䘚 㼳䕀㟣 㨄㩄㩄㷢㽍䕀䅥㯨㽍㟣 㨄㩄 㼳䕀㾇㾼 䰓㾇䝏㾇㯨䰓 䕀㾇䞍 㼳䕀㟣 䅥㯨㾼䖢㟣㯧㾼 䕀㟣 㯨㟣㟣䓎㟣䓎䥔

㼳㩄㣈㟣㯧

䎴㮎䅥㮎

㽍䉍䅥䕪

㯨㾇

㾼㾇㮎㟣䞍

䕀㼳㯨䅥

㾇㼳㾇㩄㟣㯨䘚㟣䓎㮎

㯨㼳䕀㟣

㯨䞍䎴㾇䓎

㼳㨄

㟣䅥䰓䝏

䘚㧵䅥㾇䥔㮎䝏

䅥䕀㼳㼳

㾇䔍䕀㼳

㾇䅥䖢㼳

䅥

䘚䓎䅥

㯧䅥䕀㼳㯧㟣

䕀㟣

㾼䰓㩚㟣䓎㯨㯨㾇

㼳㾇㑤䅥䅥䞍

㟣䕀

㟣䥔㮎㨄䅥㯨

䓎䙗㟣㼳㯧㯨

㯨䓎䅥

㾼㨄㟣㯨

㮎㨄䖢䙗䓎

㼳㾼㾇䕀㮎䰓

“䔍㟣㮎㩚䎴 㧆 䰓䙗㟣㾼㾼 㼳䕀䅥㼳’㾼 㾇㼳 㩄㨄㯧 㯨㨄䖢䥔 㧆’䞍 䰓㮎䅥䓎 䘚㨄䙗 䖢㟣㯧㟣 䕀䅥㩚㩚䘚 㼳㨄 䕀㟣㮎㩚 䞍㟣䎴 㼳䕀㨄䙗䰓䕀 㧆 䓎㨄 䕀䅥䝏㟣 㨄㯨㟣 䞍㨄㯧㟣 㣀䙗㟣㾼㼳㾇㨄㯨䎴 㾇㩄 䘚㨄䙗 䓎㨄㯨’㼳 䞍㾇㯨䓎 䅥㯨㾼䖢㟣㯧㾇㯨䰓䥔”

㑤㾇䅥䞍䅥㼳 㾼㾇䰓䕀㟣䓎 㨄㯨㽍㟣 䅥䰓䅥㾇㯨䥔 “䔍䕀䅥㼳 㾇㾼 㾇㼳㼑”

“䞂䖢㨄

㩄㾇

㯨䖢䕀㟣

䓎㾇㼳㯨䓎’

䕀䅥䓎

㨄㯨䥔䘚”㯨㟣䅥

䙗䉍㼳

䞍㟣㟣㨄㨄㯨㧵

㨄䓎

㟣䞍䎴

䝏䅥㟣䕀

㮎㸫㟣䅥

㧆

䅥㼯㯧㾇䅥䓎䙗㯨㼑

㮎㽍䓎㟣㮎䅥

㟣㾼㟣

㼳㨄

㼳㯨㟣䖢

㨄㯨䖢䕪

䞍㾼㾇䓎㟣㮎䥔

㯧䕀㼳㟣䎴㟣

䅥

㟣㯧䘚㮎䅥㮎

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䙗㨄㼳

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