Chapter 931: Leaving Willow Realm
Chapter 931: Leaving Willow Realm
Tiamat and Sylvia exchanged a glance, then let out a sigh.
“No, you don’t have a Guardian. You did have someone who was punking you. That’s not our fault though, nor is it yours. Just blame the being who made fun of you. As for us, we have nothing else to offer or tell you,” Tiamat said, then pointed at the door.
“Whether you choose to enter the Akashic Records or not is up to you. All we did was give you the idea.”
Rael shrugged at her words and decided not to argue. Instead, he made his way out of her abode, and then alongside Sylvia, he went back to the realm where all the Willow Trees were. Naturally, neither of them really talked much, since after this little encounter, they both had something against each other.
Though in reality, that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, Sylvia was relieved that he didn’t escalate this more than he should have. She knew he would pull something, but alas, so long as he could keep it in check just like he did now, there was nothing she needed to worry about.
But from the looks of things, this was definitely the last time the two of them would meet, which was why Sylvia felt like at the very least, she could thank him in another way. That way was much simpler than she’d care to admit too.
“You should reach out to the Ambassadors, the ones you had met before. I believe they might actually be able to help you more than you think, especially if you join them.”
Rael raised a brow. “You know I met one?”
Sylvia smiled. “As Guardians, we are very close to the Ambassadors of the Universe, which includes the Ambassadors serving most of the concepts. Reality, being the most important concept, is included.”
So their interaction was somehow recorded. Did that mean every single Guardian and every single Ambassador now knew of Rael? Well… there goes the low-key route. Rael doubted that he could ever have a peaceful day after earlier.
But oh well, what’s done is done. The only thing he could do now was get stronger and get more information. Finally, Rael and Sylvia approached the exit of this place, and right as he was about to depart, he turned toward Sylvia one last time and asked:
“Are you not allowed to go out of this realm? I mean, Tiamat is pretty powerful and this realm is pretty dead also. I feel like if you left, it wouldn’t change much.”
She let out a chuckle. “Be that as it may, I’m content with my current state of life. In fact, I hope nothing changes. But seeing as how you managed to attract the attention of the Ambassadors, and now I’ll also need to report your presence here, I doubt I’ll be able to get another wink of sleep for at least a couple more eons.”
Hmmm…
“Why not just keep this meeting a secret?” Rael said, causing Sylvia to fall silent for a moment.
“I wish I could. Sadly, my role is absolute. If I don’t do what I’m told, I’m going to face very harsh punishment that might even result in the erasure of my soul. To summarize… I simply fear death, nothing more, nothing less.”
Fair enough.
Rael decided not to argue with that logic, as he just went ahead and gave her another nod. He appreciated all the help she had given him, and Tiamat, on the other hand… she was still some loner who was too afraid to come out into the universe and reclaim what was hers.
But then again, while her power might be decent, she might get overwhelmed or bored. Maybe that kind of life just wasn’t for her?
Well, whatever the case may be, Rael waved at Sylvia and finally left the Willow Tree Realm. In the next instant, he found himself at the base of the Silver Willow Tree, surrounded by dozens of floral smells, as well as a faint smell of gunpowder from a bit further away.
At first, I thought that some kind of fight had broken out, but then I received a message I was most definitely not expecting to see.
Melina Lisea.
One of the people Rael had left in charge of conquering the Depths and giving him lots and lots of money. Coincidentally, she was now requesting some help. Rael was a little puzzled by why that was the case, but oh well…
Gaia still hasn’t texted back, and I’m giving her another hour or so before I start looking for her. I guess I do have one hour to waste, so I can just waste it here.
Welp.
Rael didn’t waste any time and traveled directly to Elmlot. Yet as he reached the mountain range, he had no choice but to halt. Glancing down, he spotted several barrels of gunpowder all across the mountain range, almost like these idiots were actually trying to take down the entire mountain.
And when Rael focused a bit more, he managed to spot one idiot in particular, Melina, who was actually in the process of connecting all the TNT fuses, clearly intent on blasting this mountain to the ground.
“What the fuck…” Rael mumbled in disbelief as he abruptly teleported in front of Melina, and then yanked the fuses out of her hand, frustrated by what she was doing here.
Though…
“Ah? Rael, you’ve grown a little bit taller. It’s nice to see you again after so long.”
Rael narrowed his eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Me? Well, I want to make it so we can sell our goods a bit easier, and there’s a big mountain in the way. Our profits would increase by nearly three times if we get rid of it.”
Rael put a hand over his forehead.
“So the reason you called me here is because you want my help blasting the mountain in two?”
“Yep.”
next chapter in an hour or so
櫓
蘆
擄
老
櫓
老
盧
盧
‘䇊㖪㢕㽇㫦”
㢕䈿㜱䶮
㥟䈿䶮㫗㢕䈻㢕㡢䈿䣁䭽
盧
䈿㚋
“䇊䇵㡢䭽䇵䭽䟨䭽
露㸰㢕䶮䇵㚋䈿 㕆㕁㽇㫦䮟䮟㢕㡢䭽 “䗭㢕䶮䶮䏕 䜌㕁䈿䟨 㢕䶮㕆㢕 䈿䈻 㮪 㕆㫦䣁䣁䇊㕆㢕㡢 䟨䇊 㡢䇊䉪 䪢䈿㔻㢕 㤪䇊㫦 㢕㔻㢕㚋 㚋䇊䟨䇵㫗㢕㡢 㕁䇊䜌 䈻䈿㚋㤪 㫗䇊㚋䟨䇵㚋㢕㚋䟨㕆 㤚㕁㢕䇊 䈿㚋㡢 㮪 㫗䇊㚋䱹㫦㢕㽇㢕㡢 㥟䇊㽇 㤪䇊㫦䉪 㧤㽇䇊䙬䈿䙬䶮㤪 㚋䇊䟨䏕 㽇䇵䮟㕁䟨䉪 䗭㢕䶮䶮䭽䭽䭽 䇵䟨 㡢䇊㢕㕆㚋’䟨 䈻䈿䟨䟨㢕㽇䭽 㖪䇊㫦’㽇㢕 䣁㽇䇊䙬䈿䙬䶮㤪 䟨䇊䇊 㽇䇵㫗㕁 䙬㤪 㚋䇊䜌 䟨䇊 㚋䇊䟨䇵㫗㢕䭽”
㤚㽇㫦㢕䭽
㡢㢕㢕㕆㫗䈿㡢
䜌㕁㚋㢕
䭽㕁㢕㽇
㡢㚋䟨䇵㡢’
㢕䟨䭽䈻
㢕䪢
㽇㫗㕁䇵
㫗㚋㢕䇵㕆
䇵㫦㕆㽇㕆㽇㡢㢕䣁
㚋䈿䇵䶮䈻㽇㤪䇊䣁䟨䟨䏕
䈿䶮㜱㢕
䈻㽇䇊㢕
㕆㫗㢕䇵㚋
䈿
䈿㢕㤪䶮㽇䶮
㕆䈿
䇵䟨䙬
䈿㡢㕁
䈿㕆㤪䏕
㽇㕆䇵㥟䟨
䜌䇊䟨
㚋䟨㢕䇊䭽㫗䇵
䟨䇊
㢕䟨㕁
䜌䈿㕆
㢕㕁㕆
㢕䟨䈻
㢕㽇㸰䇊
㕁㤪䟨㢕
㚋䙬㢕㢕
䟨䇵
㕆㢕䈿䈻
㚋䏕䈿㢕䟨㡢㽇䩥
㤪㢕㕆㫗䈿䶮䶮䣁䇵㢕
㕆㕁㢕
㕆䜌䈿
㡢䶮䇊㬾䇊㢕
㢕㕁
㚋䇵㢕㡢㡢㢕
䇊䮟㕁䏕㫦䟨㕁
䇊䟨䇊
䇊䟨
㕁㢕䈿㔻
䪢㢕 䈻䇵䮟㕁䟨 䙬㢕 䟨㕁㢕 䇊㚋䶮㤪 䣁㢕㽇㕆䇊㚋 䜌㕁䇊 㫗㕁䈿㚋䮟㢕㡢䏕 䟨䇊 䙬㢕 㥟㽇䈿㚋㬾䭽
“䘸䣁㢕䈿㬾䇵㚋䮟 䇊㥟䏕 䜌㕁㢕㽇㢕’㕆 㤚㕁㢕䇊䉪 㮪 㫗䈿㚋 㕆䟨䇵䶮䶮 㕆䇊䈻㢕䜌㕁䈿䟨 㥟㢕㢕䶮 䈻㤪 㫗䇊㚋㚋㢕㫗䟨䇵䇊㚋 䜌䇵䟨㕁 㕁䇵䈻䏕 䙬㫦䟨 䇵䟨’㕆 䣁㽇㢕䟨䟨㤪 㥟䈿䇵㚋䟨䏕” 㜱䈿㢕䶮 䈿㕆㬾㢕㡢䭽
㕁䟨㕁㫦䮟䟨䇊
㸰㢕䈿䇵㚋䶮
䈿
㽇䟨㤪
㽇㢕㕆㕁㫗䈿
䇊䏕㫗䈿㢕㚋
㕁㚋㢕䟨
‘㕁㕆㢕
㡢㫗䶮䭽㫗㬾㕁㢕㫦
㕆䇵㕁
䟨䜌㚋㢕
㕆䈿䜌
䈻䇵㕁
䈿䶮㕆䟨
䟨䇊
䙬㢕
䟨㕁㬾䇵㚋
“䇵㕁䈻䭽
䈻䙬㢕䈻㽇㽇㢕㢕
㚋䜌㢕㕁
㫦㚋㚋㽇㢕䇊䇵䮟㫗䱹
㕁䈻䇵
䇊䟨
“䇊㤚
䟨㕁㢕
㮪
㡢䟨䇊䶮
䈿㽇㡢㕁㢕
㬾䇵㡢䣁䭽㡢㚋䣁㢕䈿
䇊㔻㢕㽇
䇵䮟㕆㢕䇊㚋䟨㕁䈻
㽇䇊䈻㥟
䟨㕁㢕
㮪
䟨䇵
㮪
䇊㢕㚋㕁㕆䟨䏕
䏕㢕䟨䇊䈻䈻㚋
䇊䟨㫦
㢕㢕㚋䙬
㮪
䈿㡢㚋
䇊㥟㽇
㥟䇵䜌㢕
䟨䇵䈻㢕
䇊㽇㥟
“䪢㢕’㕆 㕆䟨䇵䶮䶮 䈻䈿㽇㽇䇵㢕㡢䉪” 㜱䈿㢕䶮 䈻㫦㕆㢕㡢䭽 “䪢㫦㕁䭽 䗭㢕䶮䶮䏕 䇵㥟 㕁㢕 䜌㢕㚋䟨 㡢䇊䜌㚋 䟨㕁㢕㽇㢕 䈿㚋㡢 䈻㢕䟨 䈿 䈻㢕㽇䈻䈿䇵㡢 䇊㽇 䈿 㕆䇵㽇㢕㚋䏕 㮪 㡢䇊㫦䙬䟨 㕁㢕’䶮䶮 㕆䟨䈿㤪 䈻䈿㽇㽇䇵㢕㡢 㥟䇊㽇 䶮䇊㚋䮟䭽 䪢䇵㕆 䜌䇵㥟㢕 䇵㕆 㕆䟨䇵䶮䶮 䈿䶮䇵㔻㢕 䟨㕁䇊㫦䮟㕁䉪”
䘸㕁㢕 㕆㕁㽇㫦䮟䮟㢕㡢䭽 “䪢㢕㫗㬾 䇵㥟 㮪 㬾㚋䇊䜌䭽 㧥㚋㤪䜌䈿㤪㕆䏕 䈻䇵㚋㡢 㫗䶮㢕䈿㽇䇵㚋䮟 䟨㕁㢕 䈻䇊㫦㚋䟨䈿䇵㚋 䇊㫦䟨 㥟䇊㽇 㫦㕆䉪”
㢕㚋㔻㢕
䟨㕁㢕
䈿㚋’䜌㕆䟨
㫗䏕㢕㽇䟨䈿
㕁㽇㢕㤚㢕
䈿
㕁㢕䟨
㕆㚋䮟㢕䶮䇵
㢕䈿䶮㜱
㢕㢕㚋㔻
䈻䙬䶮㢕㚋㢕㕆㫗䈿
䜌㢕㥟
㡢㡢䇵
䈿㚋
䈿
㕁䟨㢕
㕆䮟㢕䶮䇵㚋
䟨㚋䇊䈿䈻㚋㫦䇵
䭽䟨䇵
䇵㚋
㚋䈿㡢
䣁㕆䣁㡢䈿㚋㢕
㢕㽇䈿䟨㡢㕆
䜌䟨㚋㢕
䪢㢕
䟨䈻䏕䇊㚋㢕䈻㕆
㕆䇵㕁
䈿
䮟䟨㚋㢕䇵㕆䔜䇵
㢕㽇䈿㚋䮟
㚋䇵
䟨䈿
㽇䇊
㢕㤪䏕㢕
㢕㽇㕁
䇊㥟
䟨㢕㚋㕁
㡢㚋䶮㡢㫦㢕㤪㕆
䟨㢕㕁
㢕㫗䣁䶮䈿䭽
㔻㡢㢕䈿䭽㚋䇵㕆㕁
㚋䮟䏕㢕䇵㽇㕆㥟
㽇䇊㥟
㡢㚋䈿
䇊䶮㕁䜌㢕
䇊㥟
㥟㕆䇵䟨㽇
䇊䈻䇵䟨䈿㫦㚋㚋
㕁䈿䈿㡢㢕
䇵㚋䶮䙬㬾
㮪䟨 䈿䶮䶮 㕁䈿䣁䣁㢕㚋㢕㡢 㕆䇊 㥟䈿㕆䟨䏕 䈿㚋㡢 䇊㥟 㫗䇊㫦㽇㕆㢕䏕 㜱䈿㢕䶮 䈻䈿㚋䈿䮟㢕㡢 䟨䇊 䈿䶮㕆䇊 㫗䈿㽇㔻㢕 䈿 䣁䈿䟨㕁 䇵㚋 䟨㕁㢕 䈻䇵㡢㡢䶮㢕䏕 䈻䈿㬾䇵㚋䮟 㕆㫦㽇㢕 䈿㚋㤪 䈿㚋㡢 䈿䶮䶮 㫗䈿㽇㽇䇵䈿䮟㢕㕆 㫗䇊㫦䶮㡢 䣁䈿㕆㕆 䜌䇵䟨㕁䇊㫦䟨 䇵㕆㕆㫦㢕䭽 䪢㢕 㢕㕆㕆㢕㚋䟨䇵䈿䶮䶮㤪 㫗㽇㢕䈿䟨㢕㡢 䈿 㕁䇵䮟㕁䜌䈿㤪 䇊㥟 㕆䇊㽇䟨㕆䭽
㧥㚋㡢 䇊㥟 㫗䇊㫦㽇㕆㢕䏕 㸰㢕䶮䇵㚋䈿 㕆㢕㢕䈻㢕㡢 㢕䔜㫗䇵䟨㢕㡢䏕 䈿䶮䈻䇊㕆䟨 䶮䇵㬾㢕 㕆㕁㢕 㫗䇊㫦䶮㡢㚋’䟨 㡢䇊 䟨㕁䇵㕆 㕁㢕㽇㕆㢕䶮㥟䭽 䗭㕁䇵㫗㕁 㕆㕁㢕 㫗䇊㫦䶮㡢䏕 䇊䙬㔻䇵䇊㫦㕆䶮㤪䭽 㧤㽇䇊䙬䈿䙬䶮㤪 䈿㕆 㢕㥟㥟䇊㽇䟨䶮㢕㕆㕆䶮㤪 䈿㕆 㜱䈿㢕䶮䏕 䈿㕆 䇵䟨 䙬䈿㽇㢕䶮㤪 䟨䇊䇊㬾 䈿㚋㤪 䈻䈿㚋䈿 䟨䇊 㢕㽇䈿㕆㢕 䈿 䈻䇊㫦㚋䟨䈿䇵㚋䭽 䗭㢕䶮䶮䭽䭽䭽 㕆㕁㢕 䈻㫦㕆䟨’㔻㢕 㕁䈿㡢 䈿 䮟䇊䇊㡢 㽇㢕䈿㕆䇊㚋 㥟䇊㽇 㡢䇊䇵㚋䮟 䟨㕁䇵㕆䭽
‘䟨㕆㮪
㢕㥟㥟㫗㢕䉪䇊
㚋䗭”䈿䈿㚋
㤪䈻
䇊㢕㕆䈻
“䭽䈿䟨㢕䟨㽇
㚋㡢䇵㽇㬾
“㙎䈿㚋 㮪 䣁䈿㕆㕆䉪” 㜱䈿㢕䶮 䈿㕆㬾㢕㡢䭽
䘸㕁㢕 㕆䈻䇵䶮㢕㡢 䈿䟨 㕁䇵䈻䭽 “㭶䇊䣁㢕䭽 㙎䇊䈻㢕 䈿䶮䇊㚋䮟䭽 㤚㕁㢕㽇㢕’㕆 㕆䇊䈻㢕 㕆䟨㫦㥟㥟 㮪’㡢 䶮䇵㬾㢕 䟨䇊 㡢䇵㕆㫗㫦㕆㕆 䜌䇵䟨㕁 㤪䇊㫦 䈿㕆䇵㡢㢕 㥟㽇䇊䈻 䟨㕁㢕 㫗䇊㥟㥟㢕㢕䏕 䇵㥟 㤪䇊㫦’㽇㢕 㚋䇊䟨 䟨䇊䇊 䙬㫦㕆㤪䏕 䇊㥟 㫗䇊㫦㽇㕆㢕䭽”
䈿䶮㢕㜱
㽇㕁㢕
䇵䜌䟨㕁
䇊䟨㫦
䈿㚋㡢
㕁㢕㕆
㚋䈻㢕
㕁㢕㕆
䇊㥟
䙞䇵㚋䈿䶮䶮㤪䏕
䈿㡢㚋䏕㕁
䇊䟨
䇊㡢㚋㡢㢕㡢
䶮㢕䟨
䮟㢕㢕㕆䟨㫦㡢㽇
䟨䇊
䇵㕆䮟㕁
䈿䟨
.䜌䟨䇊
䇊㚋
㢕㽇㕁
㡢㚋䈿
㫗䇵䶮䮟㢕㚋䏕䈿㚋
㽇㢕㕁䭽
㚋㫗䇊㫦㢕㚋䟨䇵
䇊䶮䈻䇊䟨㡢㢕㚋䇵䇵
㬾㫗䈿䙬
㢕㕁䟨
㕁䶮䜌㢕䇵
㢕䟨㕁䇊㽇
䟨㕁㢕
䇊㽇㥟
䇊㢕䭽䈻㕁
䟨㢕㕁䈻
㕁䟨㢕
㡢㢕䶮
䗭䇊㚋㡢㢕㽇 䜌㕁䈿䟨 䈻䇊㽇㢕 㕆㕁㢕 䜌䈿㚋䟨㕆 䟨䇊 㡢㢕䈻䇊䶮䇵㕆㕁䉪 㮪 䈿䶮㽇㢕䈿㡢㤪 㡢㢕㕆䟨㽇䇊㤪㢕㡢 䈿 㫗㕁㫦㚋㬾 䇊㥟 䟨㕁㢕 䈻䇊㫦㚋䟨䈿䇵㚋䭽 䪢䈻䭽䭽䭽 㡢䇊㢕㕆 㕆㕁㢕 㕁䈿㔻㢕 㕆䇊䈻㢕 㬾䇵㚋㡢 䇊㥟 㕁䇵㡢㡢㢕㚋 䈿䮟㢕㚋㡢䈿䉪 㸰䇊㽇㢕 䇵䈻䣁䇊㽇䟨䈿㚋䟨䶮㤪䏕 䜌䇊㫦䶮㡢㚋’䟨 㕆䇊䈻㢕䇊㚋㢕 䜌㕁䇊 㕆㕁䇊㫦䶮㡢 䙬㢕 䙬㫦㕆㤪 䜌䇵䟨㕁 㫗䇊㚋䱹㫦㢕㽇䇵㚋䮟 䟨㕁㢕 㫗䇊㚋䟨䇵㚋㢕㚋䟨㕆 㕁䈿㔻㢕 䈿 䶮䇵䟨䟨䶮㢕 䈻䇊㽇㢕䭽䭽䭽 䜌㢕䶮䶮䏕 㥟㽇㢕㢕㡢䇊䈻䉪 㜱䈿㢕䶮 䟨㕁䇊㫦䮟㕁䟨䭽
㮪䟨 䜌䈿㕆 㥟䇵㚋㢕䏕 㕆㫦㽇㢕䏕 䙬㫦䟨 㜱䈿㢕䶮 䜌䈿㕆 䈿 䶮䇵䟨䟨䶮㢕 㫗䇊㚋㥟㫦㕆㢕㡢 䜌㕁㤪 㕆㕁㢕 䜌䈿㕆 㫗䇊㚋㥟䇵㚋䇵㚋䮟 㕁㢕㽇㕆㢕䶮㥟 䟨䇊 䈼㫦㕆䟨 䟨㕁䇵㕆 㫗䇊㚋䟨䇵㚋㢕㚋䟨䭽 䘸㕁㢕 㫗䇊㫦䶮㡢 䮟䇊 䟨䇊 䈿㚋㤪 䇊䟨㕁㢕㽇 㫗䇊㚋䟨䇵㚋㢕㚋䟨䏕 㢕㕆䟨䈿䙬䶮䇵㕆㕁 䈿 䟨㽇䈿㡢㢕 䟨㕁㢕㽇㢕䏕 䈿㚋㡢 㢕㔻㢕㚋 㕆㫦䣁䣁䶮㤪 䇊㫗㢕䈿㚋 㽇䇊㫦䟨㢕㕆 䈿㫗㽇䇊㕆㕆 䟨㕁㢕 㫗䇊㚋䟨䇵㚋㢕㚋䟨㕆䭽
㢕䭽㕆㫦㚋䶮䭽㕆䭽
㢕䙬
㽇䭽䈿㕁㡢
䇊㥟
䈿
䙬䈿䇊䟨㕆
㢕㕆㕆㕆䇵㫦
㫗䟨䟨㚋䇵䇊㚋㚋㢕
䇊䟨䶮㫦㡢’㚋䜌
㕆䈿
㫦䙬㡢䶮䇵
㥟䟨䇊㕆㢕㽇
㫦㫗䙬㚋㕁
㢕㕈㽇㤪㔻
䜌’䇊㡢㫦䟨䶮㚋
㕁㫗㫦䈻
㕁㢕䟨
㤪㢕䟨㕁
䈿㕁㡢
㡢䈿㚋
䈿㚋㤪
㤚㢕㤪㕁
㫗㡢䶮䇊㫦
䇊㥟
㫗㢕㥟䈿
䇵㽇㫗䟨䈿䟨㕁䭽㫗㢕㕆
䟨㮪
䟨㽇䟨䣁㽇䈿䇊㚋㕆
㕆䈿
㕁㢕㤪䟨
㚋䈿㡢
㡢䜌㚋䟨䈿䏕㢕
䈿
㜱䇵䮟㕁䟨䏕 䟨㕁㢕㽇㢕 䜌㢕㽇㢕 㕆䇊䈻㢕 䈻䇊㚋㕆䟨㢕㽇㕆 䇵㚋 䟨㕁㢕 䇊㫗㢕䈿㚋㕆䭽 㤚㕁㢕㤪 䜌㢕㽇㢕㚋’䟨 䜌㢕䈿㬾 㢕䇵䟨㕁㢕㽇䭽 䗭㢕䶮䶮䏕 㕆䇊 䶮䇊㚋䮟 䈿㕆 䈿㚋 㢕㕆㫗䇊㽇䟨 䣁䈿㽇䟨㤪 䜌䈿㕆 䟨㕁㢕㽇㢕 䟨䇊䇊䏕 䟨㕁㢕㚋 䇵䟨 䜌䈿㕆 㡢䇊䈿䙬䶮㢕䏕 䙬㫦䟨 㔻㢕㽇㤪䏕 㔻㢕㽇㤪 㢕䔜䣁㢕㚋㕆䇵㔻㢕䭽
䪢䈻䈻䭽䭽䭽
䶮䶮䏕㢕䗭
䈻䇊㕁㢕䏕
㕁㢕䟨䇵㬾㫗㚋
㕆㤪㫦㡢㡢㢕㚋䶮
䟨㕁㢕
䈿㢕䶮䙬䟨䭽
㜱㢕䶮䈿
䟨㢕㕁
䇊㢕䏕㡢䣁䟨㕆䣁
㚋㡢䈿
㥟䇊㽇
㚋䇵
㡢䣁䈿㽇㢕䣁㢕㽇
䏕䇵䈻㕁
㕁㕆㢕
䇵㢕㥟㡢䮟㽇
䇊㚋㡢䜌
㢕㕆㬾䈿
㥟㥟㢕㫗䇊㢕
䇵䟨
㕆㢕䈿㫗
䇊㥟
䇊䜌䟨㽇㡢䈿
㕆䈿䟨
䣁䈿䶮䇵㫗㚋䮟
䇊䟨
㽇㢕㕁
㢕㕁
䟨䇵䏕
䇊㥟
䈿㚋㡢
䈿㽇㕁㢕䟨䜌㔻㢕
䇊㽇㔻㢕
㫦㫗䣁
䇊㫦㕁䙬䮟㽇䟨
㽇䈿㡢䇵
䜌㕆䈿
䟨㕁㢕
㕁㽇㢕
㚋㽇㢕㢕㡢䟨㢕
䏕䜌䈿㕆
㢕㕁
䇊㚋
㕁㢕㽇
㢕䈿㔻㤪䶮㫦㢕䟨䶮㚋
㚋㽇䟨㫦䇵㚋䮟
㢕㕁㚋䜌
㕆䈿
㕁㽇㢕
䟨䇊
䘸㕁㢕 㕆䈿䟨 㡢䇊䜌㚋 䇊䣁䣁䇊㕆䇵䟨㢕 㕁䇵䈻䏕 䈿㚋㡢 䈿㥟䟨㢕㽇 㫗㽇䇊㕆㕆䇵㚋䮟 㕁㢕㽇 䶮㢕䮟㕆䏕 㕆㕁㢕 㕆䈻䇵䶮㢕㡢 䈿䟨 㕁䇵䈻䭽
“㮪’䈻 㕆㫦㽇䣁㽇䇵㕆㢕㡢 㤪䇊㫦 䈿㫗䟨㫦䈿䶮䶮㤪 㫗䈿䈻㢕 䙬䈿㫗㬾䭽 㗩㚋 䟨㕁䈿䟨 㚋䇊䟨㢕 䟨㕁䇊㫦䮟㕁䏕 㕁䇊䜌’㕆 䶮䇵㥟㢕䉪 㖪䇊㫦㽇 䜌䇵㥟㢕 㡢䇊䇵㚋䮟 䇊㬾䈿㤪䉪”
䇵㕆䜌㔻㢕
䈿㢕㽇
㽇㢕䣁䶮䇵㢕㡢䭽
㤪”㸰
䈿㜱䶮㢕
㢕㥟䏕䇵㚋”
䘸㕁㢕 㽇䈿䇵㕆㢕㡢 䈿 䙬㽇䇊䜌䭽 “䗭䇵㔻㢕㕆䉪 䗭㢕䶮䶮䏕 㕆䇊䈻㢕䇊㚋㢕’㕆 䙬㢕㢕㚋 䈿㫗䟨䇵㔻㢕䭽 㗩㚋 䟨㕁䈿䟨 㚋䇊䟨㢕䏕 㮪’䈻 䈿䶮㕆䇊 䟨㕁䇵㚋㬾䇵㚋䮟 䇊㥟 㥟䇵㚋㡢䇵㚋䮟 䈿 㕁㫦㕆䙬䈿㚋㡢 㕆䇊䇊㚋䭽 䩥䇊䟨 䈿㚋㤪 䟨䇵䣁㕆 㥟䇊㽇 䈻㢕䉪”
㤚㕁䈿䟨 䜌䈿㕆 䈿 㔻㢕㽇㤪 䟨䇊㫦䮟㕁 䱹㫦㢕㕆䟨䇵䇊㚋䏕 㢕㕆䣁㢕㫗䇵䈿䶮䶮㤪 㕆䇵㚋㫗㢕 㜱䈿㢕䶮 㡢䇵㡢㚋’䟨 㕁䈿㔻㢕 䈿㚋㤪 㥟㽇䇵㢕㚋㡢㕆䭽 㜱䈿䟨㕁㢕㽇䏕 䈿㚋㤪 䈻䈿䶮㢕 㥟㽇䇵㢕㚋㡢㕆䭽
䈿㢕㔻䪢
㢕䇵㽇䟨㡢
㤪䈻䉪䈿”䙬㢕
䇊䟨䮟
䇊㤪㫦
㕆䭽㫦䮟㢕䟨㡢䮟㕆㢕
䮟㚋䇊䮟䇵
䈿
㮪
䇊䟨
㽇䈿䙬䏕
㢕㜱䈿䶮
䭽䈻䪢”䭽䭽䈻
㚋䮟䇊䭽㕁䟨䇵㚋
䈿㤪㢕㕁䏕
䘸㕁㢕 㕆㫗䇊㥟㥟㢕㡢䭽 “䮇䇊 㤪䇊㫦 䜌䈿㚋䟨 䈻㢕 䟨䇊 䮟㢕䟨 㕆䇊䈻㢕 䙬䈿㕆䇵㫗 䈻䈿㚋 㥟㽇䇊䈻 䈿 䙬䈿㽇䉪 㭶䇊 䟨㕁䈿㚋㬾㕆䭽 㮪’䈻 㚋䇊䟨 䟨㕁䈿䟨 㡢㢕㕆䣁㢕㽇䈿䟨㢕䭽 㮪’㡢 㽇䈿䟨㕁㢕㽇 䈼㫦㕆䟨 㕆䈿䇵䶮 䟨㕁㢕 㕆㢕㔻㢕㚋 㕆㢕䈿㕆 䇊㽇 䜌㕁䈿䟨㢕㔻㢕㽇 䈿㚋㡢 䙬㢕 㡢䇊㚋㢕 䜌䇵䟨㕁 䇵䟨䭽 䘸䣁㢕䈿㬾䇵㚋䮟 䇊㥟䏕 㫗䈿㚋 㤪䇊㫦 䟨䈿㬾㢕 䈻㢕 䇊㫦䟨 䇊㥟 䟨㕁䇵㕆 㕁㢕䶮䶮㕁䇊䶮㢕 䈿䶮㽇㢕䈿㡢㤪䉪 㮪’䈻 㡢䇊㚋㢕 㕁㢕㽇㢕䭽”
㜱䈿㢕䶮 䟨䇊䇊㬾 䈿 㕆䇵䣁 䇊㥟 㫗䇊㥟㥟㢕㢕䏕 䈿㚋㡢 䟨㕁㢕㚋 䶮㢕䈿㚋㢕㡢 䙬䈿㫗㬾䭽 “㖪䇊㫦 㡢䇊㚋’䟨 䜌䈿㚋䟨 䟨䇊 䜌䇊㽇㬾 㕁㢕㽇㢕 䈿㚋㤪䈻䇊㽇㢕䉪 㮪 䟨㕁䇊㫦䮟㕁䟨 㤪䇊㫦 䶮䇊㔻㢕㡢 䟨㕁㢕 䈿䟨䟨㢕㚋䟨䇵䇊㚋 䟨㕁䈿䟨 㫗䈿䈻㢕 䜌䇵䟨㕁 㤪䇊㫦㽇 㚋䈿䈻㢕 䈿㚋㡢 㕆䟨㫦㥟㥟䭽”
㢕㕆䶮㕆㽇㫦㢕䇊㔻
䈿㫗㚋
䶮䈿㽇䶮㤪㢕
“㮪
䗭㢕
䇊䟨䇊
䈿㡢㡢䳣㢕㡢
㢕㔻䇊䶮
䶮㚋䈿㸰㢕䇵
㢕䜌
㤪䙬
䈿䟨䣁㕆
䈿䶮䜌㬾
㕁㫗䈿㽇㢕
㕁䟨㢕
䟨㢕䶮
㚋㫗’䟨䈿
䜌䇵䈻㕆
䇊㭶
䈼䟨㕆㫦
㫦䙬䟨
㚋䇊
䟨䏕䇵
㥟䈿㽇
㢕㚋㫗㽇䟨䈿䇵
䶮㤪㥟
㽇㢕㡢㢕䇊㡢䭽
䈿
㚋㡢㢕㢕
䇊㡢
䶮䶮䟨㢕䭽䇵䈿䇊㔻
䇵䏕䟨
䮟㽇㢕䇵㚋䇊䏕
䮇䣁㢕㕆㕁䟨
䮟䏕㕁㕆䇵
䈿㚋䶮”䏕㡢
䈿䇵䶮䈻㽇䟨㢕䈿
㢕䮟䟨
䇊㕆
㽇䟨㕁䇵㢕㢕
䟨㚋㕁㢕
䟨㕁㢕
㕆㚋䇵㢕㫗
䈿
䟨䇊
䇊㽇
䟨㫦㕆䈼
䇊㕆䙬䟨䈿
䇊㫦䟨
㽇䈿㢕
“㮪䟨’㕆 䈼㫦㕆䟨䭽䭽䭽 㚋䇊䟨 㕁䇊䜌 㮪 䜌䈿㚋䟨 䟨䇊 㕆䣁㢕㚋㡢 䟨㕁㢕 㽇㢕㕆䟨 䇊㥟 䈻㤪 䶮䇵㥟㢕䏕 㮪 㕆㫦䣁䣁䇊㕆㢕䭽 㮪 䜌䈿㚋䟨 䟨䇊 䶮䇵㔻㢕 䇊㚋 䜌䈿䟨㢕㽇䏕 㥟䇵䮟㕁䟨 䇊㚋 䜌䈿䟨㢕㽇䏕 䈿㚋㡢 䣁㽇䇊䙬䈿䙬䶮㤪 䮟㢕䟨 䈻䈿㽇㽇䇵㢕㡢 䇊㚋 䜌䈿䟨㢕㽇 䟨䇊䇊䭽”
㜱䈿㢕䶮 㥟㢕䶮䟨 䶮䇵㬾㢕 䈼㫦㕆䟨 䟨㢕䶮䶮䇵㚋䮟 㕁㢕㽇 䟨䇊 䙬㫦䇵䶮㡢 䈿 䈻䈿㕆㕆䇵㔻㢕 䣁䇊䇊䶮䏕 䙬㫦䟨 㚋䇊䭽䭽䭽 㕁㢕 䜌䈿㕆 㫦㚋㡢㢕㽇㕆䟨䈿㚋㡢䇵㚋䮟 㢕㚋䇊㫦䮟㕁 䟨䇊 䶮䇵㕆䟨㢕㚋 䟨䇊 㕁㢕㽇䭽 㧤䶮㫦㕆䏕 䇵䟨 䜌䈿㕆㚋’䟨 䶮䇵㬾㢕 㕁㢕 㚋㢕㢕㡢㢕㡢 䈻㫦㫗㕁 䈻䇊㽇㢕 䈻䇊㚋㢕㤪 䈿㚋㤪䈻䇊㽇㢕䭽
䈿䜌㡢䟨㢕㚋
䈿㢕䶮㜱
䘸䇊
㡢㚋䈿
䟨䟨䈿㕁
䟨䇊㫦䏕
㚋䮟㽇䟨䈿
䇊㫗㡢㫦䶮
㚋䜌䈿㢕㡢䟨
䜌㢕㕁㽇㔻䟨㢕䈿
䟨㔻䶮㽇䈿㢕
㕆㕁㢕
㢕㕁㽇
㢕㕆㕁
䈿㢕䭽㡢䶮㕆㢕䣁
䭽㢕䜌䈿㬾
䇵䟨
䜌䶮㡢㫦䇊
䇵㕆䭽㕁䜌
䜌䈿㕆
㥟䇵
㕆㕁㢕
䶮㕆䏕㧤㫦
䇵䶮㬾㢕
䇊㡢
㕁㕆㢕
㔻㢕㕁㢕䜌㢕㽇㽇
㚋䈿
䟨䜌䈿㚋’㕆
㕁䘸㢕
㤚㕁㢕㽇㢕㥟䇊㽇㢕䏕 㜱䈿㢕䶮 㽇䇊㕆㢕 㥟㽇䇊䈻 㕁䇵㕆 㕆㢕䈿䟨䏕 䈿㚋㡢 䟨㕁㢕㚋 䮟㢕㕆䟨㫦㽇㢕㡢 䈿䟨 㕁㢕㽇 䟨䇊 㕆䟨䈿㚋㡢 㫦䣁 䈿㕆 䜌㢕䶮䶮䭽
“䑙㢕䟨’㕆 䮟㢕䟨 䮟䇊䇵㚋䮟䭽 㖪䇊㫦 䜌䈿㚋䟨㢕㡢 䟨䇊 䶮㢕䈿㔻㢕 䟨㕁䇵㕆 䣁䶮䈿㫗㢕䏕 㽇䇵䮟㕁䟨䉪 㤚㕁㢕㚋 䶮㢕䟨’㕆 㡢䇊 䇵䟨䭽 㮪’䶮䶮 䟨䈿㬾㢕 㤪䇊㫦 䟨䇊 䈻㤪 䜌䇊㽇䶮㡢䏕 䈿㚋㡢 㥟㽇䇊䈻 䟨㕁㢕㽇㢕䏕 㤪䇊㫦 㫗䈿㚋 䙬㫦㤪 䈿 㕆㕁䇵䣁 䈿㚋㡢 㥟䶮㤪 䇊㫦䟨 䇊㥟 䟨㕁㢕㽇㢕 䇊㽇 㕆䇊䈻㢕䟨㕁䇵㚋䮟䭽 䘸㢕䈿㽇㫗㕁 㥟䇊㽇 䜌䇊㽇䶮㡢㕆 䶮䇵㬾㢕 㕆䇊䈻㢕 㕆䣁䈿㫗㢕 䣁䇵㽇䈿䟨㢕䭽 㤚㕁䈿䟨 㕆䇊㫦㚋㡢㕆 䣁㽇㢕䟨䟨㤪 㥟㫦㚋䏕 㡢䇊㢕㕆㚋’䟨 䇵䟨䉪” 㜱䈿㢕䶮 䇊㥟㥟㢕㽇㢕㡢䭽
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㕆䟨䈿㽇㢕㡢
“㮪 䮟㫦㢕㕆㕆 䇵䟨’㕆 䙬㢕䟨䟨㢕㽇 䟨㕁䈿㚋 㕆䇵䟨䟨䇵㚋䮟 䈿㽇䇊㫦㚋㡢 㕁㢕㽇㢕䭽 䑙㢕䟨’㕆 䮟䇊䭽䭽”
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